"I was going to look for a maid to prepare my bath, but now that you're my personal maid, why don't you—"
Lyriana didn't let him finish.
"Yes, Your Highness. I shall see to it right away."
Draven moved aside as she walked into the room.
He was holding the door, about to close it, when he heard Aldric's voice.
"Your Highness—"
"Just fuck the hell off, asshole."
Draven closed the door in his face.
Standing outside, Aldric thought,
*Damn brat. He didn't even let me finish.*
*It isn't I want to be here in the first place anyway damnit.*
---
Draven sat on the bed in his room.
*That fucking bastard didn't want to leave.*
*I don't know why a dude would want to follow another dude around as some kind of personal maid or whatever.*
*Ooh, maybe he might be like that. That bastard... but I guess that would make a lot of sense.*
*But calling him gay just for that... isn't that a bit sexist? Who gives a damn anyway?*
Lyriana walked toward Draven.
"Your Highness, I have prepared your bath."
Draven thought,
*That was quick.*
*I guess she might have used some kind of magic.*
But outwardly, he said,
"Hey, girly, stop calling me 'Your Highness.' Just call me 'Young Master' like the other maids."
Lyriana nodded.
"As you wish, Young Master."
Draven stood up and began walking, yawning as he did.
"Also, find something for me to wear. Not too flashy."
"Of course, Young Master. I'll find something that suits you well."
Hearing that, Draven thought,
*She's really taking the job so seriously.*
*Maybe I should tell her to give me a bath as well. That would make my life a lot easier.*
*But I guess I don't want her seeing my junk.*
---
After a while, Draven walked down the hallway with Lyriana beside him.
*I guess that bastard finally left.*
Draven glanced at Lyriana.
"Hey, so is your brother gay?"
Lyriana looked at him.
*Gay? What's that?*
She said,
"I beg your pardon, Young Master, but I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you mean. Could you kindly explain?"
Draven thought,
*I guess she doesn't know what it means.*
"Never mind."
He continued walking.
*I was just asking because I might just kill him if he gets close to me.*
After a moment, Draven looked at her.
"So, what's your name?"
Lyriana was slightly confused.
*Why is he asking that all of a sudden? I thought he already knew my name.*
Draven continued,
"I can't keep calling you 'hey,' right?"
Lyriana replied,
"My name is Lyriana Virelia."
Draven nodded.
"So, Lyriana, how old are you?"