Florian's grip on the door tightened for a split second before he schooled his expression back into neutrality.
"Yes, it's me. Don't look so surprised, it's insulting."
The voice was unmistakable—sharp, self-assured, with just a hint of irritation.
The person standing before him was none other than Scarlett.
Scarlett. Of all people. Of all princesses.
Florian's lips parted, searching for the right words. "Lady Scarlett, it's… a pleasure to see you."
He wasn't sure how else to respond. Out of everyone in the palace, she was the last person he expected to come knocking at his door.
Scarlett tossed her unruly, deep red curls over her shoulder, her golden eyes flickering with something unreadable.
And she was alone.
No maids. No guards. Nothing.
That was odd.
"Yes, yes," she waved a hand impatiently. "I need to talk to you."
'What?'
"Oh… okay," Florian said hesitantly, stepping aside. "Come in?"
