Raven's eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. "Archer, what are you talking about?" she asked, confused at my reaction.
I grinned, keeping my tone light. "Well, I can't help but amuse him a bit. The first thing out of his mouth was to assume I'm your servant. Would've been rude to disappoint."
A murmur spread through the crowd—some chuckled, others gasped in shock.
Richard's smirk vanished almost immediately, his brow furrowing. The boy's pride was pricked.
I could see he wasn't sure whether to be amused or insulted.
"I only asked if you were her servant. You don't have to be stupid about it."
I tilted my head, my smile warm. "And what if I was one?" I said, my voice calm but sharp. "You're no better than servants. Yeah, I was born to a maid servant girl, but I can tell I have more value and virtue than a prince."
Silence.
A few gasps rang out through the class. Even Raven stiffened beside me, her eyes darting to me in surprise.
