Regulus curled under the cover of his blanket. Contentment burning away the cold from the blizzard outside his feeble protection.
It’s nearing midnight but he couldn’t sleep.
There’s an energy coursing in his body that makes him want to stay up. To move. Maybe to converse with the young princess again.
It was a good day. Blizzard aside. The young princess, Miracle’s company is good.
A goofy smile stretched on Regulus’ face, burrowing his body deeper in bed. He felt like floating. Regulus had to curl his toes as it tingles in certain anticipation like he’s waiting to drop from a high place. Like that one time he hid atop a bookshelf from the head maid.
It was funny. One day with the young princess and everything just seems so bright again in his life.
She’s nice. The servants are af
