"A matron?" The beauty scoffed without even a glance in his direction. "Surely you don't plan to oversee me until I'm married, Your Highness?"
"By then, I'll be all alone. I'll have no choice but to find some butcher and marry him in a hurry. Where would I get a matron to guide me then?"
The Crown Prince's thin lips tightened. He stared at her intently, his brows furrowed as his thoughts churned.
His voice was slightly hoarse. "If you're only going to marry some brute… why bother learning any of this?"
The beauty, however, gave him a surprised look before lowering her long lashes. "His status doesn't matter," she said softly. "As long as he's my husband, that's all that matters."
"…" The Crown Prince was speechless. A vein throbbed on his temple as he gritted his teeth. He felt this woman could infuriate him with ease.
But she deliberately avoided his gaze. Her bright, foxy eyes were fixed on the Fireproof Map, though she wasn't actually seeing it.
