Mango loco

He hadn’t realised he’d been staring, so when Addy pointed it out, he nearly tripped over nothing feeling incredibly embarrassed that he’d been called out. It wasn’t that he was a typically clumsy sort of person, it’s just when he got embarrassed or surprised or generally worked up, he was prone to being mildly clumsy. He decided to ignore her question.

That was when his brain had finally come to the conclusion with what the truth of the matter really was, who she was. His brain was racing, there was someone lurking in the shadows and it very likely had to do with her, but how so? Was it a bodyguard in the shadows, someone at the party hoping to get a moment alone with the Royal Princess of Antiva, or something more nefarious. He felt like an idiot though, not knowing who she was.

So, is that lurker your bodyguard, or should I be worried? He paused and then continued realising, he knew who she was, but she didn’t know who he was. Er, I’m Raphael by the way, your highness? Majesty? Sorry I’m not really high enough nobility to have rubbed elbows with royalty before. He knew each had their own form of address. Princesses, Princes, Kings, Queens, Emperors, etc., but he wasn’t sure which was which.

He’d never paid much attention to those lessons because he figured, when would he ever meet royalty in person. Well the joked was on him because apparently that day was today and now he sounded like a fucking moron because he hadn’t paid attention.