"Alright, in here," Franke said. "This is the best empty room I've got right now and it's mine." He laughed, his voice hoarse and his teeth yellow under the dim light.
"You won't mind if Her Highness stays here for a while, would you? Could be possibly two hours."
"Naw," Franke said. "Just don't touch any of the drawers. And the closet, too. Wouldn't want the daughter of our Emperor seeing my dirty laundry, heh heh."
"Thanks, Franke. You can leave now."
Glancing at the both of us one last time, Franke the innkeeper stepped out of his room and closed the door.
"Haa..." I sighed, slumping down onto the wide bed. It creaked beneath my weight which made me instantly jump off it.
"Don't worry," Sir Gradral said, his eyes on me as he sat down on an armchair by the closet. "I'm sure it won't break."
"How'd you know?"
