Later that evening, Athalia sat on the bed after Judith bathed and dressed her. She resumed sketching on her journal, filling it with more creative mechanical designs and ideas.
The door slowly pushed open. She raised her head.
"Your majesty!" She pushed herself up from the bed, standing up straight. "Good morning– Afternoon— I mean good evening, your majesty!" She stuttered.
Lucien stepped in, pushing the door behind him shut. "What a good way to recap the entire day's greetings".
Athalia's eyes fell as her cheeks reddened slightly.
"How was your day, Piulela?"
"G- Good, your majesty".
"Did anything happen while I was away?"
"No, your majesty..."
"Hm". He began unbuttoning his shirt. Athalia only stood still, still studying the carpet. Athalia then slowly gazed up, "So... How was
