Fiona drooped her shoulders, looking down like a puppy caught in the rain.  
She seemed overly downcast over something so minor, but everyone’s perspective differs, after all.

Officially, she’s the Grand Duchess; privately, she was my peer and my first teacher.  
It made sense if she wanted to maintain that dignified image.

"Could I appear that unsightly?"  
"...Did he say anything else?"

Anything else?  
Of course, he did.  
Actually, quite a lot.

But was any of it really Fiona’s fault?  
Most of it came from Fiacra’s mouth, anyway.  
He mentioned things like me being her boyfriend, though that was likely just to tease her.

"Well… he did ask me to convince you to give up the title of Grand Duchess."  
"Really… ha. You don’t need to worry about that. Anything else?"  
"Anything else?"

Was there something more important than that?  
Fiacra's objective?