SOFIA.
“ then who? your sweet little prince? he’s a grown man, sweetheart, he’ll be fine. ” sofia understood the distaste, understood the conflict that came from her betrothal, two individuals being forced into an arrangement neither of them would have ever chosen for themselves. “ such a shame that you couldn’t continue that streak then, isn’t it? ”
“ anyone would feel bad for sébastien. he has to marry you, after all. ” he retorted, words sharp and uncaring. he wasn’t typically this rude to royalty but his sense of hierarchy was lost when it came to sofia. “ oh it truly is. i was hoping neither seb nor i would run into you this whole time -- then it’d be like a real vacation instead of a send away. seeing you is an awakening though ----- i definitely didn’t want to come here. ”












