"Oh, yes, lunch," Nadia was beginning to baffle him more and more, "We're not late are we?" He pushed himself from the grass and stood, towering over Nadia, once again. He was worried the King and Queen would know about their decision to leave the castle without a blessing of servants or guards. He tucked his hand away from Nadia, and pushed both of them into his pocket. His status was beginning to ware on his nerves. Was Nadia dragging him down the line?

He looked down at the innocent, smiling child. She was too cute and pretty to stay angry.