Dinah is leaning out of the window, dark hair flowing softly in the breeze, looking at the garden below. “When you step on the windowsill, it’s enough to reach for the windowsills of the rooms above this one,” I lean out as well, and point upwards “After three more, we should reach the roof of the
“I apologize, My Lady,” I keep my hands on her arms, lest the strength hasn’t returned to her legs yet. The smile doesn’t leave my face “It was too tempting.” Dinah narrows her eyes at me, half disbelief and half irritation, “Why are you like this?” “Like what, My Lady?” “Never mind,” She grum
“They keep me grounded.” Dinah smiles, amused “Like emotional support knives?” My own mouth quirks up “Something like that.” There is no reason to speak further of it. But it seems that just as Dinah can’t tell me anything about her life, I’m all too eager to tell her everything of mine. “I name
Ch. 44. I wake up the uncomfortable feeling of being warm on one side and cold on the other. A shudder rakes through me, and I scoot closer to the warm side of the blanket, rather than reaching back to cover the other side with it too. I just want to sleep for a little bit long. “Tweet, tweet~”
“Of course,” Mesilla happily accompanies me to the baths I breathe in a sigh of relief as we enter. Zen can come inside— The sound of footsteps catches my attention. More than one person’s. “Did the rest of the maids come inside?” I ask Mesilla “Don’t you remember, Lady Dinah? You told us the Em
Zen recoils from me, and to someone else, his expression might’ve been mild, but I know he’s as repulsed as he can manage to look. “Truly?” He asks, appalled I nod somberly “Now do you know why I closed the curtains? Or should I have left them open?” “I—” Zen shakes his head, then sighs tiredly “
I don’t get another chance to talk Zen before leaving for the Empress’ Palace, since Lukas came to drag him to the drill halls. Something about Lukas finally getting a day off and planning on making Zen sparr with his brothers for bets. “Her Majesty and the Luna of the Haraldsen House await you, La
That… was very straightforward. I glance at the Empress, as one would at a senior co-worker when meeting with a foreign client. She gives a hearty laugh, and waves me over. I settle on one of the four armchairs arranged around the table, two of which are already occupied. Alright, I’ll stick to bei