"Oh? Then, do you want to be lucky?" His eyelashes fluttered ever so slowly, watching her blink in confusion.
"I'm already lucky, my friend," Devon expressed, as this second life granted to her was already a lifetime of luck. She couldn't ask for more.
What did he expect from her? A part of him expected such a response.
'I just proposed to her and got a straight rejection,' Lewis grumbled internally, nodding as he said, "That's right, you're already lucky."
Devon gazed down with a smile on her face, thinking how she never thought considered herself lucky to be born as a princess. Nothing good happened in the palace, but now she could easily say how lucky she was.
"My friend." She gazed up and met Lewis' indifferent gaze. "I'm really lucky to have met you."
Her eyes softened as her smile grew subtle, feeling fortunate to be his friend. Devon didn't know what to do or wonder if it would be the same if she putting someone else to sleep.
