Who this dutiful gentleman became more clear once he introduced himself. So, the son of the library keeper. Not awfully well, but she knew his father actually. While she was growing up, he had helped build up her personal study connected to her room in the castle.
“Heart issues? Is he well now? I'm sorry to hear that.” Zelda said genuinely. Admittedly, she’d been too focused on herself lately, she’d lost track of many other things happening across the castle. Or the kingdom for that matter.
She offered a small nod when he bowed. It seemed though that he didn't think the royal status he just acknowledged wasn't enough to allow her to wander there freely. “You don't need to remind me of that policy..” she grumbled quietly, knowing that even she required a permit before browsing the restricted collections.
“Whaat?” Her thick eyebrows darted upwards. Zelda wasn't used to the word punishment. Especially when it was attached to her name. She put her hands on her hips. Since her robe wasn't tied, the slight parting of the garment made her wide thighs flash through the dim room below her shorts. The supple appearance of them could be a hint of the suppleness of her other parts. “Surely Amell, you can't be thinking that your Princess should be penalised like a petty burglar for merely taking a stroll here.”
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