“Miracle.” Regulus called out to his companion. A smile fleeted across his face, happiness pushing past the apprehension he’s been feeling these past few days with the young princess company.
After their talk in the infirmary, the little princess had kept him on her sight for the whole week. On mornings, she was the first one to greet him after the shivering servants.
The blizzard outside had no indication of stopping. And according to Miracle, the servants condition lies on their lack of preparation in the harsh weather of winter so he doesn’t have to feel guilty about them. Regulus does.
At noon, they’re together in lunch. She had taken the initiative to sit beside him and point out every time the importance of eating his vegetables while lowly muttering about the lack of sea-foods.
