'It's like he's terrified that if he accidentally likes me, he'll burst into flames.'
It was a strange, isolating dynamic.
The knights adored her.
Butler Sebastian practically worshipped the ground she walked on.
Kaelus would gladly shatter the moon if she asked for it.
But Alistair remained an impenetrable fortress of ice.
His heart had been boarded up, the windows nailed shut, and a giant "DO NOT ENTER" sign plastered across his soul.
'Oh well,' Seraphina shrugged her tiny shoulders, entirely unbothered. 'I don't need him to braid my hair or bake me cookies. He's Papa's most trusted subordinate. As long as he keeps the ledgers balanced and doesn't get in my way, he can be as grumpy and emotionally constipated as he wants.'
A few days later, however, Alistair's administrative workload finally reached a critical, breaking point.
The Chief Aide marched into the morning room where Kaelus and Seraphina were having breakfast.
