Charlotte was coming back from a stroll around the palace when she stopped abruptly at the sound of footsteps in front of her. She looked up and studied the angry prince’s face for a moment.
“You’re blocking my way.” She replied flatly. Hanto crossed his arms.
“You can walk around me.”
“You can also stop blocking my way.”
Hanto shoved her backwards against the wall in rage, his face red with anger.
“Listen girl, I don’t care what my father thinks of you, but you have no right to be roaming in the Hyang palace. I want you to stay out of my way. Or else...” The hinted idea was obvious. “You know what will happen.”
Hanto almost half-expected Charlotte to gulp, but her face remained as stony as before, pushing his loosening grip away.
“It’s good to know that the Prince of the Hyang Empire likes to give out empty threats.”
Hanto reached up to grab her again, but she dodged his hand and slipped around him.
“It’s not nice to grab people.” She sneered before she ran off, too quickly for Hanto to catch.