After I endured that horrible tea with the royal family, prince Lucius kindly escorted me back to my room, kissed my hand goodbye and left. The wry smile I had instantly dropped when I entered my room, stomping towards my bed and quietly murmuring to myself some cursed words.
"Well you look rather annoyed," A voice echoed from the balcony.
At this point, I do not even have the energy to act surprised since I know Faerus has a way of entering my room unnoticed giving me endless jumpscares.
"Faerus, this is not the time for your nonsensical teasing. There is a ball specifically made just for me, all of the people's attention would be on me. . . I hate that." I explain, laying in a starfish position on my bed whilst staring at the ceiling above.
I can see from my peripheral vision that he
