Just imagining how she looks makes his body respond in a way he does not understand or like. In the two days they had been away from his mother, he had taken the opportunity to study her.
She indeed looked breathtaking in her formal attires and her prowess in her work baffled him a little. In addition, she took his mother's insults with good grace.
She had beautiful round eyes and lush pink lips. She was neither scronny nor plump. She walked with a slight sway side to side like a temptress but only subconciously.
This much he had analysed and liked about her. He was growing fond of her company by the day.
She had to pretend that she did not know that he was studying her. In order to do her job, she was not to be distracted by him. On numerous ocassions, she had tried but failed to get away from him.
"Like what you see your highness?" Says a commoner who had been trying to get his attention.
"I beg your pardon miss?" He answers greeting her.
"Oh it is evident your highness. Any man would be stupid enough to let a beauty like her slip away." She answers.
He ponders over her words as she walks away. Could it have been true? No. He was just developing a liking for her friendship. Mia then walks upto him and asks, "How are you fairing your highness?"
"Quite, quite my little mouse. I am liking this part of the kingdom. The people are friendly and warm." He answers smiling at children passing by.
"Well, I have been informed that there is a ball this evening so I am off to prepare your robes." She curtsies and leaves.
***
"What?!" Exclaims lady Saphire as Frederick speaks.
"Yes. You have heard right." He clears his throat. "Our father Lord Marcentile is planning a very grotesque war. It is a family feud that has never been settled."
"So you are saying that our kingdom will be at war very soon?" Asks Edgar.
"Quite cousin. I was just telling you to be prepared should you be involved." Says Frederick.
"Why are we listening to this?" Whispers Phoebe to Krista.
"Because we are stuck with these boneheads till the prince becomes king." Krista whispers back.
"Well, I would never." Starts the prince. "You are like the sibblings I have never had. Count on my boycott will you?" He replies.
At that moment, he catches Mia's smile. So approving yet mysterious. At that moment, he feels happy." Well, I think I have outlived my stay. I should get back and relieve my parents of grandmother Ariana." He says chuckling.
"Oh do send her to uncle Wilbert will you. I cannot stand her in this castle." Replies Francis making a gag sound. Everyone bursts into laughter.
Wilbert had been Ariana's least favourite son and his castle was the smallest. She did not favour spending time there.
"Aye. Sleep well my dears." He says excusing himself from the table, Mia following him out.
She was happy atleast that they were finally going back to the place she was familiar.