It took me quite a while to snap back to reality, and I shot him a glare, irritated. "Is that a problem?"
He chuckled softly, "No, of course not."
Seeing the evident smile on his face only made my cheeks burn even hotter.
He was right. I was shy.
I cleared my throat, trying to change the subject. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
At the mention of this, Cyril's smile slowly faded, replaced by a very serious expression. "You told Charles today that you want to meet Philip?"
A thought flashed in my mind. How did he know about something that had just happened?
It seemed Cyril was even more capable than I had imagined. He must have already planted his own spies around Charles.
And revealing this secret to me without hesitation was, in a way, a sign of trust.
I didn't hide and n
