'One Last Person'

After Florian managed to calm Scarlett down, she had passed out completely. Fortunately—well, for the first time, Florian actually felt fortunate—Lancelot had followed him. Without hesitation, Florian handed Scarlett's unconscious body to him.

"Take her back to her room," he instructed.

Lancelot nodded but hesitated for a moment. "Oh, my prince, His Majesty has asked you to rest for now. He wishes to meet with you tonight in the garden."

'My prince.' Florian's thoughts lingered on the title. 'He's been calling me that for days now… and it still bothers me.'

"Did he mention why?" Florian asked, still struggling with the awkwardness between them ever since he realized that Lancelot was attracted to him.

Lancelot merely shrugged. "He didn't, but I assume it's to discuss the results."

"Oh. Alright."

That meant only one thing—it was time for Florian to decide. Time to choose the winner among the princesses.