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“Why do I have to meet him?” Ilienne had asked angrily when she had heard the order from her father. The most absurd one she had ever heard! “I am neither you, nor your advisor. I am not even your diplomat, for goodness sake!”
She had not got any answer that would have had her content, so now, just as furious as she had been before, she allowed the servants of the other prince, as she kept calling him in her head, to lead her through the corridors of the palace, so she could meet him.
But how to make sure he knew she hated him with burning passion without hurting the political relations with Illuxia…?
The other prince wasn’t thrilled with this meeting either, but it was his duty to his father and his kingdom to save face, even if he believed there were more pressing matters to attend to than some princess from somewhere he didn’t particularly care about in this moment. In the common quarters, he sat perched in a window alcove with his feet up and a book in his hands. The windows were slightly ajar, letting in a warm sea breeze as he idly flipped through the pages, his attention elsewhere.
She was late--at least according to his own personal time schedule.
And, while it shouldn’t have mattered--normally--if she wanted this over as much as he did, why draw it out? The sooner they had their little chat, the sooner it was over and they could both go back to their own quarters for the night. Edmund stood up, setting his book down where he was and straightened out his ensemble, pulling at the collar around his neck, as he started pacing. Had they gotten lost? Surely the servants knew their way around by now.
