Entranced by Mel's golden eyes, the princess froze in silence, her tears trickling down her small cheeks.
The Witch of Lust kneeled before her, frowning. "You okay there? Need a hand?"
Mel sneakily glanced at the reddened ankle. No one would be foolish enough to bully a Princess, and if Mel's memories about her were still accurate...
Her thoughts trailed off before meeting the Princess's rainbow-eyes, now scowling at her like an unwanted guest.
The Princess stammered, her breath husky and exhausted. "Not-nothing happened here, understood?"
Mel nodded with a kind smile before mumbling in a quiet voice. "Of course. I see nothing but a charming princess."
"Did you... just flirt with me?"
The violet-haired minature blinked in confusion. Favours or ire? She has received plenty, but never a blatant flirt like Mel's.
Then it hit her, the sheer embarrassment of the situation she was in.
