CHAPTER EIGHT

"How does that sound Olivia?" Claude repeated after a moment of silence. It seems to him his sister have had a hard time processing his question thus looking at him with openly brewilderedment painted all over her attractive face.

"Are you sure your High--Claude? aren't you busy?" after a couple of beats Olivia managed to find her voice and gradually regained her composure. Almost getting herself corrected again for using formalities over the Crown Prince's, it will take a while before she will eventually get use to it.

"It's fine, I also needed to relax once in a while since I took over your duty the past two nights you we're asleep." He sounded rather pleased for a someone who stayed all night to take care of her duties and that surprised Claude himself. He hated to sit in a room full of paperworks and trivial matters to resolve, it bores him. But for her, he doesn't mind one bit.

"That's right I'm sorry about that, you can hand them over to me now......Thank you for covering up fo