The instant Charley steps out, the atmosphere changes. Instead of chatter and mirth, there's complete silence, the occasional snicker breaking through the eerie quiet. Charley brushes it off, summoning his resolve and walking towards the throne, placing the basket and box at his feet and kneeling down, his voice low and respectful as he lowers his head "Your grace. I, Charles Gates, though i may be a mere apprentice cook, shall vie for the great honour of being your chosen suitor."
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*Charley notices the silence and looks up, meeting the prince's eyes. His breath catches in his throat as he realizes the prince has not spoken, his cheeks turning a deep red. He looks away, feeling the weight of the prince's gaze*
*he leans forward a bit, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face as he looks at the basket and the box.*
*Charley notices the prince's curiosity and smiles slightly, feeling a surge of confidence. He reaches out and opens the basket, revealing a small, but beautifully decorated, cake. The prince's eyes widen as he stares at it, his expression softening.*
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