A week quickly passed by like a breeze, since the day Mikael had entered House Cherliann. He didn't bother anyone, keeping up a silent and invisible presence whenever he traversed between the manor's walls.
But much to his annoyance, no matter how hard he tried, Irene Cherliann still wouldn't give up on pestering him to become friends. It seemed she was intent on achieving this goal no matter what. Although he found her to be a nuisance, Mikael could feel that the cold stares he received from passing servants, had melted thanks to her presence.
Perhaps it was because of Irene's obvious favour toward the boy, that others began to see him as a person rather than a bastard prince. While walking past, he would often hear them whisper.
"The young lady seems to have taken a liking to the seco
