Oriana bowed. "Greetings, Your Highness."
"Who is wasting time? I was just trying to know this brave servant of yours," Arthur replied and then looked at Oriana. "I am Arthur Clarence, your master's good friend."
She kept her head lowered. "Glad to meet you, Lord Clarence. I am Orian, His Highness's primary attendant."
"If you won't come upstairs this very instance, I will throw you out of the window. I am sure the House of Clarence will love to see their son crippled," Arlan's voice once more reached them before the prince turned to leave. His blue eyes clearly showed displeasure.
Arthur didn't feel threatened. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders."Always empty threats."
He patted Oriana's shoulder. "Anyway, last night was fantastic, Orian. You are already quite famous in our circle. I'd love to chat more but I have to go before your crazy master loses his brain entirely. He seemed to be already on edge."
