"He sure has been working hard." Irene sighed softly to herself, the soles of her shoes tapping against the concrete pathway, as she strolled lonesomely through the resplendent spring gardens of House Cherliann. Her tea-length gown was decorated with lovely floral patterns and silk frills at the hem - perfectly matching the white of her hair.
She was returning inside after another failed attempt at getting Mikael to spend time with her. Ever since he started taking lessons with Rayvis in sword mastery, Irene realised the two boys would practise even in their free time - and they were starting to get along with each other as a result. She felt content with the fact that they were friends now, although they wouldn't admit it. But a part of her felt slightly bored, being the only one left ou
