"Careful," Salviana murmured, her tone cool as steel. "Your tongue might cost you more than you realize. I will not stoop to your level with respect, when you are full of disrespect"
Eva chuckled softly. "Oh, I never speak without intention. And certainly never where it doesn't sting."
Her smirk deepened, head tilting just slightly. "Though… it is sweet to see such color in your cheeks. The Third Prince must keep you very entertained, or dare I say…never entertained?!"
Gasps fluttered around the table.
Florence's eyes widened; Beatrice nearly choked on her tea; Irene's smirk broadened into something wicked.
Jean, sitting beside Salviana, went rigid, her jaw tight.
"Eva," Princess Lilian's tone finally broke through, measured and authoritative. "Enough."
Eva turned her gaze toward the Crown Princess with a slow, deliberate smile. "I meant no offense, Your Highness. Surely we're just talking as women. We were all quite open about such things a moment ago."
