Oh? Really?

I sat in my room, engrossed in my knitting. The soft, rhythmic click of the needles was oddly soothing, and it gave me a sense of accomplishment as each apron took shape in my hands. It was a small gesture, but I wanted to show my appreciation to the hardworking maids and chefs who helped keep our palace running smoothly. With a total of sixty to make, I had committed myself to knitting three aprons each day. Today marked the third day, and as I continued working on the third apron, I could already feel the satisfying weight of sleep tugging at my eyelids.

But then, a knock on my door interrupted my knitting. I set the needles down on my lap and glanced towards the door, wondering who it could be. I hadn't been expecting any visitors, and my heart raced slightly at the thought of someone seeking my attention.

I stood up, gently placing the half-finished apron on the bed, and approached the door. As I opened it, I was greeted by the sight of Adolph standing there. My eyes widened in su