When he opened the door, he found Sofia standing there with a sheepish, hopeful smile.
"Your Highness," he said, offering a polite bow. "How can I help you?"
"Benjamin, please call me Sofia," she insisted. "I was just bored. Everyone is locked away in meetings, and I was wondering if you'd like to spend some time with me?"
Benjamin couldn't find it in himself to say no. He saw her as a younger sister. She was warm, playful, and sweet. Though she often quarreled with Charles, she was rarely the one in the wrong. He often wondered if this was what it felt like to have a younger sibling.
"Of course. If you could just give me a moment to get ready."
Sofia tilted her head and smiled. "You have crumbs on your face. Were you eating?"
Benjamin laughed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Ah, I was a bit hungry. Would you like some jam biscuits or shortbread?"
"Ooh... just bring them with you," Sofia said. "We can snack as we walk."
