"Don't be sure," his father warned him.
"She almost never does.”
"Well this time I'll be the one to tell her to do it.”
"Why, father? Don’t I deserve an explanation? I was perhaps wrong in taking it, but I was curious: if you had seen how she blushed when she saw me in my -hand. If I am wrong, I will apologize. She will understand and I will then be allowed to keep it.”
"I am the one who does not want you to. Maybe when you're older.”
His tone was now domineering, and it did not allow replies. The prince still did not understand and was a bit sulky; his father seemed nervous, not exactly restless, but as if he was just in a hurry to dismiss him and to be alone.
So that night he went back to sleep in his room for the first time since that beautiful understanding had formed between him
