Matteo

"I apologize for my tardiness, Your Highness," Freya expressed, smiling at Dad as our eyes met. Not a glimpse was spared in my direction, affirming her lingering displeasure. I recognized the reason – my earlier discourtesy, likely unsettling her. My encounter with Ronaldo had triggered it; he complained about her perceived disrespect. In the palace, irrespective of status, we imbibed the value of respecting our elders, a fundamental etiquette.

"Come, dear," Dad urged, gesturing for Freya to join him. "Matteo mentioned you're not feeling well," he continued.

"Yes, Your Highness," she replied. Eunice and her father, Ronaldo, shared our company. Initially content without my presence, their demeanor shifted upon...