"YOU'RE FINALLY awake, Your Royal Highness Princess Neoma."
Neoma didn't miss the sarcasm in her Papa Boss's tone as he addressed her by her formal royal title.
But since she just woke up, she needed a minute to "reload" her big brain.
Emperor Nikolai sat on the chair beside the bed. As usual, he wore a grumpy look on his (unnecessarily) handsome face. He still wore the same set of clothes that he had when they danced because of Yule's demand. But her father still managed to look and smell refreshing.
"Good morning, Papa Boss," Neoma said when her brain finally functioned again. She could tell judging by what she was seeing in the window that it was still dawn. Nevertheless, greeting her father "good morning" was only proper. "Did you sleep well?"
"No," Emperor Nikolai said bluntly. "How can I sleep well when you snore loudly?"
She almost choked but she didn't let her shock and embarrassment show.
