Chrysa smiled at him and she moved to sit in a chair next to him. She didn't feel like standing while speaking to the sitting prince, "Thank you. How are you doing with everything?"
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"Fine," he said, waving a dismissive hand, as if there was nothing wrong, as if he was fine. "It's been going well."
"I can tell, a gaggle of girls all fighting for your hand in marriage," Chrysa responded sarcasm lacing her voice. She had seen his disinterest in throughout the time spent together, it could be chalked up to tiredness, but she figured it was something more, "You can be honest with me, I won't be hurt."
"Oh, it's what I've always wanted. To be married, I mean," he returned, with equal sarcasm. He wasn't going to tell her anything too personal, not when he had only just met her.
Chrysa snorted at his sarcastic tone. She hadn't expected the prince to be someone of sarcasm, but of course she shouldn't really be. Her voice continued to be trailed in sarcasm, "Oh perfect, then this is exactly the position you want to be in."
"Oh yes, you totally got that right." Luke hid the tiniest of grins when she spoke. Stop, he told himself sternly.
"Perfect. Then all you have to do is choose a girl then," Chrysa didn't bother to hide her smile or the light tease in her voice. She was enjoying the conversation and honestly didn't mind poking fun at herself, "Oh but take your time of course. Don't want to rush your long-awaited day after all."
"Oh, no no no." Luke shook his head. "I'll be so disappointed when this is all over."
"Why?" Chrysanthemum responded tilting her head ever so innocently, "You'll be married at that point, won't you? Your life long dream fulfilled?"
"Oh yeah, totally. And my wife will probably adore me." He rolled his eyes.
"Most definitely," Chrysa responded with a grin and nod. She could feel a few heated glances in her direction because she was talking to the prince so freely, "Of course we both know that's not entirely true."
"Oh yes it's true," he argued, propping his elbow on the arm of the chair. "I'm the Crown Prince. She would have to. How could she not?"
"Oh you never know," Chrysa shrugged leaning back in the chair taking a more relaxed posture, "Love and adoration can be a fickle thing. But you make a good point with your status and all."
"They are fickle," he agreed, surprised at her agreement, although he couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. He leaned back in the chair. "This is all stupid," he muttered quietly.
Chrysa had a grin on as she finally heard his actual opinion on the whole thing. He thought it was stupid, and it wasn't like she disagreed. She nodded along pretending like she hadn't heard, "I'm glad we agree on that."
He started, then realized that she was talking about his earlier comment. She hadn't heard his last comment. Thank god. He shook his head. "I mean, they don't exist."
"It's a metaphorical type thing," Chrysa rolled her hands as she talked. Her whole being becoming more vibrant throughout the conversation, "If they were real than yes, they would be fickle. But since they're not it's all metaphorical."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Alright then, Ms. Smarty. I'll take your word for it."
"Ah, sorry," Chrysa responded laughing just carefully in embarrassment. She resisted the urge to rub her neck, "I got a little carried away, but thank you."
"You're fine," Luke waved this away. "I like honesty. Better than being groveled to."
"I enjoy honesty as well," Chrysa had a light smile on her cheeks just slightly red from the embarrassment though it was quickly fading, "Groveling feels like to much work anyways."
"It does, doesn't it?" Luke said, grinning. "Not that I've done it very often. It's also incredibly humiliating."
"That it is," Chrysa agreed with a nod. The other girls were getting agitated with her, well it wasn't her problem they weren't talking to him now was it.
Luke snorted at the glares he noticed the other girls send the girl he was talking to. He sent her an eye roll. "Well, I guess you should stop hogging my attention and let me talk to someone else."
Chrysa sighed and stood up from her seat. She gave him a curtsy and a smile, "I suppose I should. It was a pleasure to talk with you, your highness."