"PRINCESS," the strange boy told her while pointer a finger at her. "Not prince."
Neoma's forehead knotted in confusion. The boy looked older than her current body. But what was with the strange speech pattern and action. "Who are you?"
"Lewis," the boy said, then he pointed a finger at himself. "Prince's butler. Me."
[Butler?]
"Your Royal Highness," said the manly voice from outside her room. If she was right, it was Glenn– Emperor Nikolai's personal knight. It was natural for the knight to be there because right now, she was at the Yule Palace. "My deepest apologies but I believe a stray child entered your room without permission. May I come in?"
"Yes," she said. "Come and pick up this strange boy, Sir Glenn."
