"Achoo!"
After a delicate sneeze, Princess Veronica, who was called from the waiting room, tightened the light shawl on her shoulders and looked at the lady-in-waiting who hurried back, somewhat skeptically said:
"You said... that Princess Melisande seems to be..."
"Up to no good!"
The lady-in-waiting who rushed back supplemented the rest of Veronica's words, catching her breath before reporting indignantly:
"I specifically told her that the pastries sent were for Prince Leon, symbolizing the hope that you and Prince Leon could share a lifetime of happiness, but she still ate them all. She's really shameless!"
"If it's just pastries, that might not necessarily be the case."
Princess Veronica shook her head rationally, analyzing:
"Three-quarters of the Northern Kingdom is ice fields, and the climate is extremely cold, so people usually have a huge appetite. The Northern royal family are all big eaters, so perhaps that child was just hungry, and Leon..."
"Your highness!"
