Clarisse wasted no time.
The moment I lifted my teacup, she leaned forward with that too-sweet smile nobles use when they're about to stab you verbally.
"So, Your Highness," she said lightly, "this must feel so different from our academy days. You know… when you never really had friends."
A few of the noble girls snickered behind their lace fans.
Ah. There it was. The first strike.
Nero chimed in immediately.
[Host, she's attacking your social credibility. Start the payback.]
I set my teacup down and folded my hands gracefully, every movement polished and regal—despite the fact that inside, I wanted to fling a scone at her.
"Of course," I said calmly, "when I was the best in every class and had actual responsibilities, I didn't have much time to make friends."
Clarisse blinked.
I continued, voice warm and polite—deadly.
