Savannah’s POV
I stared at Beatrice expectantly, waiting for her to spill the name I had been wanting to know for about three months now. As she continued to look at me with wide eyes, I lost my patience.
“Well?” I prompted when she stayed silent. It was just a name that I asked, right? Why would she take this long in answering?
“Your Highness! I can’t speak the Prince’s name like that. It is treason!”
Really?!
I rubbed my forehead, trying to soothe the throbbing nerve before it burst. I have been doing that a lot since I talked to this girl. Can people really be this innocent or was she playing me? But seeing her big blue eyes, which were filled with childlike innocence, I sighed. Apparently people can be this innocent.
“Not even if I order you?” I asked, pulling the most royal aura
