Harrold closed the partition behind him and faced Noah and André, both of whom were still busy arguing who gets the last bag of Cheetos. Apparently, all throughout the ride towards the royal family’s palace, the two had sworn an oath never to be silent.
It nearly drove Harrold insane and even gave him a huge enough headache that he just wished it would be all over soon.
Harrold cleared his throat. “Your Highness?”
“Give me the bag, André!” Noah shouted and tried snatching the bag once more, only to get hit on the face by André’s elbow.
“It’s not gonna happen, Elsa. Let it go.”
“Shut up before I punch a hole through your neck.”
“Your Highness?” Harrold called once again, his eyebrow rising a fraction when André rolled down on the floor to evade capture, flashing Noah a finger.
“Give
