Zen's second specialty: Getting Dinah flustered For those of you thinking Dinah's reactions are over the top to the tiniest things, please imagine never having a boyfriend before, nor any guy friend for at least the last 3 years, plus being unused to any form of physical touch. Also, the guy you're currently around all the time is very good looking. Don't be hard on our girl! I hope you guys liked the chapter even if it was short!
I couldn’t ask him. How was I supposed to know I’d be hauled off to a separate part of the inn, and just as I finish taking a shower, breakfast would be right in front of me, and just as I finish that, Wilhelm would usher me to my horse, saying we’re already behind schedule? The sun is bright in t
Zen puts a hand at the small of my back, and we exchange a look. I give him a thumbs up. I’m grateful for his presence, because this place is so big, I feel infinitesimally small in comparison. We pass through another set of massive doors, and into a grand foyer, where marble columns reached toward
“Princess,” Zen says calmly, his voice carrying in the still air “It’s been long.” A derisive huff, and the Princess leans her face against a fist “Empress Regent. I see you’re still as impudent as ever, Sigmond.” Amber eyes slip to me, and I flinch before I can stop myself. A sharp smile curves a
I know he told me to have faith, but at this rate we won’t even have time to look for a gravesite. Before I can think better of it, my hand reaches for the sleeve of his jacket. At once, both Zen and the Empress turn their attention to me. I swallow thickly, but keep my chin up and my gaze on Zen.
“I shall escort you to your lodging,” He says, and unlike before, his voice is free of any emotion I can’t quantize my relief when we start towards the doors of the hall. Holy shit, that was— “Zepherin Sigmond.” At once, the three of us stop. I don’t want to look away, but when Zen turns, I make
We pass through the gardens. Cold breeze blows through the vast expanse of open space. The snowfall from last night has melted some, leaving little slushes of melted snow around, which servants are busy cleaning. “The gardens are a sight to behold in the spring,” Zen tells me, noticing my stare “I
“I’d like someone to escort me to the drill hall.” Zen says casually, and without a hint of even thinking they might reject I’m in awe, really. I don’t think I can ever manage to sound that blatantly authoritative. “Very well, My Lord,” Andrea gestures with a hand, and a boy steps forward “Would t
Understanding seems to flicker over her face “The Imperial family is blessed by the goddess, and their abilities surpass those of a normal man by large. His Highness was sent on his own request.” I nod, absorbing the information. We enter a hall with portraits lining the walls. Andrea tells me bri