"That I'm the boss?"
Cassian guessed, though he looked unsure.
"No," Julian laughed softly. "They'll think you're scared of them. Or that you've forgotten your own name. A real Prince is generous. When someone acknowledges you, you give them a nod. You introduce yourself clearly. It tells them: 'I see you, I know exactly who I am, and I am far more important than you.' You aren't being forced to speak; you're choosing to be kind."
Cassian scowled, but it was a thoughtful scowl. "But what if I don't want to be kind? What if I don't like them? There's a Duke from the South who smells like old cheese and always tries to pat my head. I hate him. I don't want to give him anything."
Julian hummed, a playful glint in his odd-colored eyes. "Ah, the 'Cheesy Duke'. I see. Well, for people you dislike, you use the most dangerous weapon of all: The Perfect Mirror."
"The Mirror?" Liora whispered, leaning in so close her golden hair almost brushed Julian's shoulder.
