“Whom do you address?” Cleo asked crisply. “You are Princess Cleiona Bellos,” the dark-haired boy said, staring down at her with a rather bored expression. “Correct?” Theon tightened his grip on her wrist. She took this to mean that she wasn’t to answer the question. “Who wants to know?” Theon asked instead. “I am Magnus Lukas Damora, prince of Limeros. It’s an honor to meet the princess in person. She’s every bit as lovely as I’ve been told.”
First meeting. Eeppppp
