After resting for a while in Vincent's room, Rory finally emerged shortly before dinner.
As fate would have it, Aren stepped out of the neighboring room at almost the exact same moment.
"Female Master."
The instant he saw her, he walked over.
His voice was soft and almost pleading.
"Could you come to my room and help me with something?"
Rory looked at him curiously.
"What is it?"
Aren's expression immediately turned troubled.
"I'm trying to choose bed sheets, but I can't decide which color looks best."
He lowered his gaze slightly, looking genuinely conflicted.
"I wanted to choose something you would like, but I don't know what your favorite color is."
His dark hair was still faintly damp, as though he had just finished bathing. Soft strands rested carelessly against his forehead.
He wore a loose robe, the collar hanging slightly open and revealing a glimpse of his elegant collarbones.
Tilting his head ever so slightly, he looked at her with complete sincerity.
