The Crown Prince looked at me eagerly.
He had no doubts about him getting invited, but I couldn't bear to say no to that face.
If he hadn't called, I would’ve said I thought he would be too busy if he had asked later.
If he calls me like this and asks for an invitation, that excuse is meaningless.
"Why can't you talk? Could it be that you don't have my invitation after all?"
You know that?
It was frustrating not being able to express this feeling.
"Of course not. We prepared one."
"Really? That's nice. So, you're coming to the Royal Family, right?""
"The Royal Family?
"Are you saying you won't come? Were you going to send it through a magic message? Could it be that you wouldn't personally come to deliver an invitation for your best friend?"
"..."
I clenched my fists as he rattled off his assumptions.
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