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
Wait, what? Were we just speaking in another language?! It all sounded like plain English to me!! “So she does.” The Empress agrees “I will admit I had my doubts, but it seems she really does know her way around words all over the world.” “You really flatter me, Your Highness.” I manage to say pe
Before I could myself turn to stone and crumble away, an attendant comes to inform us that a carriage is here to take Lady Josephine home. “I will have to take my leave now,” She says happily “Lysander, that rascal. I told him I might be late, but he sent a carriage when the sun is still up.” Bare
A thought occurs to me, and I bite the inside of my cheek, stringing together a question. “Your Majesty,” I say with practiced formality “I know it may be presumptuous of me, but may I ask something?” “You’ve already asked me something.” The Empress snorts “What is it, Dinah?” “Is there som