As soon as the door closed behind them, Florian caught the shift in the air.
"Can you handle this yourself?"
Juno's note seemed pre-written again, as if she had to ask multiple people if they could handle things on their own many times.
"Of course," Cindy replied quickly. "I'll make sure His Highness is well taken care of."
Florian sat on the edge of the bed, one hand braced beside him. He hadn't felt sick walking back here.
Tired, yes. But now, the room felt like it was gently spinning, the fatigue settling into his limbs all at once.
'That walk really shouldn't have done this,' he thought, swallowing.
He glanced up subtly, watching them through his lashes. He could still clearly see the words Juno wrote on her notepad.
"Do not do anything stupid,"Juno glares at her. "For some reason, His Highness is paranoid, and it's going to upset His Grace."
A frown creased her face as she wrote another one. "We can't let the prince's sensitivity make things worse."
