NEOMA woke up feeling refreshed.
She was in a good mood because she had a very nice dream. In that dream, she slapped Emperor Nikolai on his unnecessarily handsome face and called him an "idiot sandwich." It felt very real, and that made her happy.
"Princess?"
Neoma turned to the owner of the voice and smiled. "Good morning, Lewis."
Lewis, for some reason, was kneeling beside her bed while looking up at her with a relieved look on his face. Well, to be honest, the boy looked stoic as usual. It was only her who decided that he looked relieved. She wanted to think that he was worried about her, okay?
"How are you, Lewis?" she asked when she got up. Then, she stretched her short arms. "Did the knights who caught you last night hurt you?"
Lewis shook his head, his eyes never leaving her. "Me. Fine. You?"
"I'm fine," she assured him. "Were you worried about me?"
He blinked as if he didn't understand her question.
