"Do you need any help with that?"
royaliisms
“Do I look like I need help?” Elsa unintentionally snarled, she had dropped the pile of books she wanted to move from her room to the library, where she had a short meeting with the bishop, because her coronation would happen in less than an hour. And the soon-to-be Queen was more nervous than anyone could imagine.
The blonde had dropped her books and the heel of her shoe got stuck in the skirt of her dress when she bent over to grab the books. So there she was, sitting on the floor with her face hidden in her gloved hands. Like she was crying over the tear her heel had made in her dress, but in fact her sorrow had a much more complicated cause.
Eventually, Elsa looked up at the stranger who had offered to help her. She hadn’t expected any royals to walk around the castle this early, actually, she hadn’t expected anyone to walk around the castle before the coronation ball tonight. With a sigh, she apologized. “I am sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to offend you, but your help is not of need here.”








