Dinner is Served

~Prince Randall~

I stormed to my room, and I was about to shut my door when she ran in. She shut the door behind her.

“Go back to the dining room. You don’t want to keep him waiting.” I muttered without looking at her. I walked towards my window and began to pace in front of it.

“I’m sorry, Prince Randall. I said I didn’t want it but he insisted.” She responded, moving closer to me.

“Right.” I groaned, still keeping my eyes off her.

“I swear. If I insisted on not collecting his gifts, it would come off as rude and…”

“Who cares if you’re rude to him?!!” I smacked, turning to look at her.

“The King! He was going to come to my chambers just to call me to meet him. He said he doesn’t want me to be rude to him.”

“And you had to wear it immediately?!” I walked past her and moved to the bed.

“He wore it for me. He insisted that too. Please stop telling.” Her voice shivered as she followed behind me. I looked at her again and this time, I began to charge towards her, causing her to move