"Princesses are not cheeky?" he questioned. "Are you certain? Because I know at least one that is quite pert on occasion. At least, when she's not bound up with bows. So I have to question your source, my dear. You should really not trust this person, I think. They sound rather unreliable."
As he gently teased her, Felix was leading Ella down the hall. It was not so bad, he reasoned, when it was the two of them alone together. Like now. Like it had been the night of the ball. When he didn't have to think about how his parents would react, how his people would hope, how much added responsibility it was to have a wife, he rather enjoyed talking with her. Maybe if he could just spend some more time alone with her, they could sort something out of this situation.
Maybe.
"You know, there's every possibility that all they'll have available in the kitchen are apples."