It is not hot on the hill, especially because of the tree, his favorite tree is shading us both, as we sit below it and on the soft greeny grass.
How lovely it is to be here. It is peaceful, but it is making me sleepy, and I want to nap.
I looked at him, still seriously looking at the scenery in front of us where there were cotton-like clouds, a bluish sky, and the view under it, the whole of Phemolria, his kingdom.
I pouted at the thought that he wouldn't allow me to even take a nap.
"You want to ask something?" he asked.
Good thing, it won't be awkward because I am still looking at him. And he didn't even bother to look at me after asking that, seems always uninterested.
"I want to sleep," I straightforwardly said.
"And you are saying that to me-"
"The second prince of Phemoria,
