I Am A Sidekick Of 'Who Made Me A Princess' [Discontinued Until Further Notice]

Part 2

"Long time no see Duke Alpheus."

Here comes our 'White Doggy'. As one may have guessed the name by which Athanasia called the Duke on their first meeting.

"It's been a while since we last met each other, Marquess Iran."

There was falsity written over those smiles.

Leaving a small chuckle on his lips Rodger Alpheus changed the direction of his eyes on me.

"Is this young lady your daughter?"

I glanced up at Marquess. He was just smiling which held another meaning like he was not interested in giving him an answer as it was quite obvious that I would be his daughter, we looked identical.

More importantly, I don't think there would be any kid other than his one and only daughter going around with Marquess himself.

The atmosphere did not look good.

I was surprised by the visible fakeness in his smiling complexion.

"Can I ask your name young lady?"

Rodger's (lol) expression somewhat seemed quite frightening when he asked the question. Compared to my physical age it was hard to stay composed in front of such an ominous aura. My inner self trembled at that sight.

I was about to cry. My body was of a baby's after all.

But my soul wasn't so he better had to pay for showing such a dreadful expression.

How can he look at a kid with those judging eyes?-My other self-thought.

"Daddy this mister looks like a white doggy with this expression. It's funny."

Pretty insulting statement hitting the right spot.

"..."

A moment of silence for our white daddy and a moment of my father controlling his laughter.

"Ah, Marquess. I see. Your daughter is still a child."

Exactly what do you expect from a kid?

"Yes, Duke Alpheus. Well, I thought a while ago that your eyes were unable to see the difference between a lady and a five years old young child. But you happen to know that my daughter is still a kid."

Great marquess! I am proud of you!

"Sorry for my behavior. I should keep it in my mind from now on, how to behave with children as every child doesn't have manners."

Let me show you something.

I moved one of my legs back as I bent down. Raising my dress lightly I said,

"Nice to me you, Duke Alpheus. I am Helena Iran, daughter of Marquess Iran."

Here lies the end of the battle. Fool.

Not to be surprised about- Rodger visibly showed his amusement. Whether it was to insult me more or to truly appreciate my manner I do not know.

"Nice to meet you too lady Iran I think we will be meeting each other sometimes from now on."

This time his smile could not be described as a fake one. He did mean it.