The flutter in Edgar's heart was euphoric as he fell backwards onto his bed, hand clutching his chest as if it would somehow contain the feeling. The gesture failed spectacularly, but he didn't mind; a girl like this could justify such intoxicating infatuation.
Though the ideas to woo the princess he'd just become acquainted with were rapidly multiplying in his mind, he intended to wait for a moment that felt absolutely perfect before opting to actively employ any of them. A princess deserved no less than perfection, after all, and he was sure that she would find it well worth any wait.
Rather, he was sure of this until he received a message from Lady Shu that spoke directly to the contrary:
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I bet she's waiting for her prince, you won't know if you take action? You're a brave prince, aren't you?
It's rude to let the girl wait.
It's rude to let the girl wait.
This created a pretty big conflict.
If anything, he didn't want to be rude - he wanted to be chivalrous and dashing and simply irresistible, and a horrendous lack of manners had no place in that. By this new information, that meant acting now. This might have felt encouraging as a possibility, had he not adopted the bold new principle that he would not seek her room until she provided an invitation and her room number.
He really needed to put more thought into the rules he publicly proclaimed.
Bittiface
