Theora stared back at Breorion, frowning. Was he playing with her, or did he not know what Princess Pristine wanted? Was that some sort of test? Theora wanted to believe she could trust Breorion, but the matter about the casino was still hanging over their heads, and he kept deflecting.
"...Enough, Breorion," Antonis suddenly scolded him with his cool voice. "Theora, we do not know what the Princess truly wants, but nothing has led us to believe she would betray her brother so far."
"She's acting like an airhead not to overshadow him, then?" Theora frowned.
"There are a lot of advantages to playing the clueless princess," Antonis said. "It would put her in less danger, deter people from trying to have her step forward as a contender, or, on the contrary, dig out people who would want
