The Crown Prince followed to enter the carriage, halting at the door to watch the Lady seating comfortably.
'Hm? What is it now?' — Marianne thought at the man frozen in place that glimpsed her up and down in apparent ponder.
'Is something out of place?? I'm not flashing you am I?' — She thought, also looking down at herself.
"... My Lady, could you make space for me next to you?"
'Huh??? There's space right there, though?'
"..."
Giving a glance at the seat opposite to hers, she then tilted her head to show the man that space was not a problem. Ignoring the man's intention.
"I do not wish to seat there."
'... Are you a kid?? Sigh... Okay, I'll seat there... Kid Prince–' — The foreigner thought in naivety, standing only to be stopped immediately in her motion.
"I will not seat across you, my Lady."
'...oh..... Ooooh, that's... That's what you meant...'
