NEOMA was kind of nervous.
After Louisa helped her change into training clothes (linen shirt, pants, boots), she asked the head maid and the head butler to leave the room. The only one she allowed to stay with her was Lewis. And that was because she had another "mission" for him.
"Lewis, my life might be put at risk later," Neoma said to her young butler. "You have to save me."
Lewis, standing in front of her with his hands behind him, nodded. "Me. Save. Princess."
"Very good," she said. "But Lewis, tell me. Who do you like more? Me or His Majesty?"
"Princess," he answered without missing a beat.
"Very good," she said with a smile. "Then, will you save me from His Majesty if you have to? Will you fight him even if it means being a traitor?" She gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Will you do that for me, Lewis?"
Lewis nodded. "Anything. Princess."
