The Prince and the Princess

The Prince and the princess continued to look down upon the adventurer duo with extreme arrogance, as Freya stood to face them, followed by Art. Freya didn't care much what the princess thought, she was only here for her promised payment.

Art on the other hand was amused at such a brat looking down in him. Still, the young mage, stood and spoke with a slight bow, "Arrogance doesn't suit your beautiful face, your majesty."

Charlotte looked at the young looking boy who spoke, and as soon as her gaze landed on him, the temperature of her cheeks rose. His handsome face with strong cheekbones and jaw were perfectly accented by his pale white hair. His sparkling blue eyes stunned the young woman as her mouth opened, but no words came out.

"Who are you to speak so freely with my sister, peasant?" Prince Charles spoke haughtily, "A lowborn like you doesn't even deserve to be in the same room as us, so mind your manners."