Iris: "P, Prince!?"
When I saw Iris and called out to her, she raised her voice in surprise.
'What's wrong?' I ask. After some hesitation, Iris finally opens her mouth.
Iris: "Well, umm, I was just thinking about going to the Prince's room, so..."
I asked her why she wanted to see me, and Iris placed a hand over her chest and responded.
Iris: "Umm, recently, my heart keeps pounding... and won't settle down for some reason..."
She didn't seem that way when we were fighting, but when I looked at her, her face was serious. When I asked her when it started happening, she looked up at me.
Iris: "I don't know why, but it pounds whenever I'm near the Prince. I can't control it... I believe I might be sick, so I came to ask you, Prince..."
I was suddenly at a loss for words by the troubled look on her face. Should I, or shouldn't I, tell her the truth? Mischief was blossoming within my upright self.
I responded, while Iris was blushing, by telling her to come again if it still won't settle down after some time has passed.