The three noble girls stiffened, their painted smiles trembling under my gaze.
"I–I believe we've taken enough of Her Highness' time," the tallest whispered.
"Yes," another agreed quickly. "We should… go tidy our curtseys."
"Do that," I said smoothly, turning away before they could respond.
Their offended little gasps trailed behind me. Nero hummed in satisfaction.
[Host, that was elegant. Brutal, but elegant.]
Good. They needed it.
The moment they fled, more nobles surged forward—jealous eyes gleaming, smiles sharp as razors.
"Your Highness, such confidence for someone so new to the palace."
"Some would say too confident."
"The crown princess title must feel heavy."
"Careful not to trip over it."
I smiled at each of them with perfect serenity.
"My confidence," I said sweetly, "is proportional to my qualifications. I assure you, I can carry far more than a title."
They blinked. Whispered. Backed away.
Nero chuckled. [Host, you are terrifying. I'm proud.]
