Pleading Or Plotting?

"Are you hiding from me, Your Royal Highness?" 

Talia with struggle, kept her plastered smile as the little Duke of Luxxenshire asked her with a sneer.

"Oh, My! Whatever made you feel ignored?" Talia didn't even wish to address him properly. This guy still thinks everyone owes him something for whatever narcissistic reason he comes up with. But for her, he looked so little. Not because she was taller than him, or because of her higher status, but because of his cunning and lowly mind.

"Igno-" he gritted his teeth as he got enraged. "I see you are plugging in your family nicely with our aristocratic circle," he scoffed looking in the direction of her grandfather.