"But if you ever speak of him like that again..."
Roya felt a shiver run down her spine at Ethea's words, so she didn't even register the rest of her words. For that brief moment, she even forgot she was the mighty princess and Ethea the one in the wheelchair. She then realized the situation and cleared her mind of distracting thoughts. "You're right, Ethea. I shouldn't have spoken like that or meddled in your private life. For that, I sincerely apologize. I just hope you can forgive my rudeness."
"...Ok," Ethea replied after a moment. "Please, don't repeat such a mistake again."
Roya nodded in understanding.
"Speaking of which..." Ethea glanced at her. "When are you getting married, Senior?"
"Huh? Me?" Roya was caught off guard again. "I... I have been busy lately and haven't had time for such matters. Furthermore... You know how the Imperial Family arranges marriages. I don't think I will have much of a say in it when the time comes."
"Thank you for your kind wishes."
