'How Are You?'

With the help of Lucius and Cashew, Florian had finally managed to piece together a plan—or more accurately, a proposal—to test the princesses.

Now, he was on his way to Heinz's office, holding the neatly stacked papers in his hands. Lucius wasn't with him this time; he had other pressing matters to attend to, namely overseeing the ball arrangements. Cashew, on the other hand, had gone off to fetch his lunch—something Florian had insisted on since he wasn't in the mood to face the princesses during mealtime. 

The thought of being bombarded with questions by Scarlett or Camilla made him shudder. 'I can only imagine the chaos they'll bring the moment they see me,' Florian thought grimly as he walked briskly through the quiet corridors.