"How very... Northern Duke of you!"
Seraphina's words abruptly interrupted the flow of the rhythmic pit-a-pat of my memory. Lost in the warmth of my fantasies,I failed to notice the retrieval of the cold metal behind me.
Not only that, I also failed to catch the meaning behind her seemingly mocking words, feeling utterly confused. I was a pervert at first, then a crab, and now a Northern Duke?At this rate, I'd be lucky to be addressed as 'Human' by morning.
Despite the mountain of questions, I turned to study the expression she wore as I shot a question searching for an answer.
"Northern Duke?!" My voice sounded more rash than I intended.
All the thoughts running through my head abruptly stopped in their tracks as I caught her smirking, though her eyes exuded a gentleness that softened the mockery.
She nodded as our eyes met, "Hm. Falling for the woman who gave you the cold shoulder... You sound exactly like one of those 'Obsessive Northern Dukes' from the novels my maids whisper about. I thought you were the kind who would have a greater ego than anyone else. Since you were born to climb the highest seat of the great Aethelgard."
Such a heart fluttering story, yet her mind stuck at the part where I was ignored!
Although I'm embarrassed, I shouldn't show that I am; as a person who sits on the highest seat of the great Aethelgard. Yes! I should change the topic.
"So you know, who I am? Glad to hear so," I cheekily spoke with authority. And braced myself to come strong at whatever answer she would throw at me.
But she never said more the whole night. She just smiled in relief with a story in her eyes. As I spotted a glistening bead welling at the corner of her left eye, I thought she would cry. But she never did the whole night.
She simply claimed the left corner of the bed, turning her back to me as she drifted into a silent sleep.