“... and I urge you to recall my words the next time you encounter such problems. Thank you.”
The end of the address was met with a polite applause, and Princess Pride bowing before her audience. Guards surrounded her as she walked off stage, creating a human barrier to ward off journalist and photographers.
“Another excellent speech, milady.” A deep voice murmured from her side. “Your next event isn’t until a few hours. Would you enjoy walking around this center’s Japanese garden? It is still maintained in the traditional style.”
“Maybe in a moment, Knightman.” Pride answered back, quietly. She sat herself down in an adjacent room, and threaded gloved fingers through her hair. “I would like to rest first.”
“Hey! This hallway is off limits!” “Teenagers like you shouldn’t be around here!”
The commotion outside had Pride’s head perk up. What was that? A teenager? She didn’t remember seeing any in the audience she had just spoke to. Maybe... could it be a friend?
“Jeanne,” Pride called to one of the guards. “What is going on? Why the fuss?”