My Imperial Princess calls me out again today just to throw things at me. I wonder where that temper of hers even comes from... but seeing how damn beautiful she is, I guess she really is a princess.

……

A shard from the thrown teacup grazes my cheek. The feeling of warm blood trickling down is unpleasant.

…Of course not.

It obviously bothers me, but I silently clean up the soiled floor.

…

Here we go again. Doesn't she know that doing this only hurts her own hand? Well, I don't care. Still, it's annoying. Being toyed with by a woman who barely reaches my shoulder.