"Well," night walker sighs and looks out the window, "she left the night she gave me the pendant".
"Did she explain why? Do you know where she went?" Charles is intrigued by that Rose Vermillion.
Night walker shakes her head in negation. "She left a note saying "I'm leaving you now pupil. Take good care of yourself and train your powers daily". After I had read it the morning after, I ran to the nearest village in search for her. I asked around in her favorite shops and nobody saw her. So I decided to search for her myself but your stupid trackers kept finding me and screwing my plans". She finishes and glares and his highness. He sweats drop under her angry gaze.
"Changing the subject," Charles exclaims standing up, "I believe, for all of our safety, that Levianth shouldn't be seen with us anymore". He turns to the latter and continues, "the, to describe it nicely, incident today will surely raise questions about your relationship with mysterious people. These questions may raise more tension in the kingdom. Tension the officials and the royals are trying hard to diminish".
Night walker looks questionably at Charles whereas Levianth sighs knowing his friend is right, as always. "You're right," he admits.
"I love hearing that," Charles replies, his ego growing bigger.
Night walker picks up on that, "careful with that ego of yours or your glasses won't fit your head anymore," she sarcastically comments making his highness laugh.
"Do you have to comment on everything I say?" Charles asks her frustrated and slightly embarrassed.
"It's not my fault everything you say is so boring that I feel the need to make it livelier," she shrugs her shoulders.
Charles ears turn red but before this small fight progresses, Levianth steps in.
"Will you look at the clock, it's five in the afternoon already. I better get going before the guards panic," he says and puts on his coat.
"You have a meeting Lev," Charles calls out to his friend by his nickname as the latter opens the door.
"Oh right. What time is it?" he tries to remember.
"It supposedly started an hour ago," Charles says casually putting the liquor bottle away.
All night walker and the investigator hear is the door slamming and curse words flying round. They both laugh out loud, "he never changes" they say simultaneously. They look at one another astonished.
"You have no right to speak of his highness like this," Charles spits venomously.
Instead of backfiring, night walker wakes up from her seated position and dismisses Charles' remark with a lazy wave of her hand, "I'll be in my room mister investigator".
Charles is dumbfounded, "I expected for her to snap back at me telling me it's none of my business or something. What's gotten into her?" he says to no one. He shakes his head to rid any thought from it and walks to the kitchen. "Levianth better be right about the availability of food in this house or the next time I see him, he will be getting an earful" Charles mutters as he takes the pot and fills it with water. He notices a piece of paper lying on the counter so he grabs it and starts reading it in a low voice,
"Charles, her favorite dish is baked fish with boiled rice on the side. The whereabouts of the ingredients and all utensils are listed on the back of this paper. If anything else is needed, I assigned a castle guard to be of service. He's staying in the apartment on the first floor. There's a Kyanite in the last drawer at the entrance that's connected to his. Night walker's safety is in your hands, don't forget that. Take care."
Charles recognizes the hand writing, it belongs to his highness. Upon reading the note he flips it and rolls his eyes. "Always going out of your way for the ones you care about" he murmurs and starts cooking.
Meanwhile, night walker scouts the room she declared hers. Facing the door is a window that lets light from the early stages of sunset in. Under the window, there's a small wooden table with dragon carvings on each leg. On its surface stands a vase full of white small flowers, Gypsophila.
She raises one eyebrow at the flowers wondering who picked them. They're her favorite, part of the reason she quickly recognized them.
To the far left of the small table, a bookcase stands next to a large wardrobe. Night walker strokes the spines of some books as she gives the shelves a quick look. She opens the wardrobe and checks the clothes and shoes inside. "There's some fancy stuff in here. Must be for when I'm granted audience with his majesty". She takes out a gown and stares at it. It's a sleeveless, long, crimson gown with silver embroidery starting from the chest down to the waist in a branch-like manner. She grunts in disgust and shoves it back before slamming the wardrobe. "I cannot believe I used to want to wear dresses and gowns like that when I was a kid". She shakes at the memories of her looking through her mother's closet and gawking at the luxurious shiny gowns.
"Moving on," she mutters as she spins in her place to examine her nighttime partner.
A four poster bed with delicate white, flower-designed curtains neatly folded and attached to each column with a light pink ribbon. Scalloped headboard suiting a feminine and elegant lady. Its gentle bracket-like curves and shapely lines simultaneously exude a feeling of grandeur and whilst presenting a perfectly transitional aesthetic. Three pillows lie over the white covers that have small purple crystals as a design. At each side of the bed, two bedside tables with two drawers each stand. On top of each is an oval shaped lantern with a floating lumen crystal inside.
Everything in the bedroom radiated luxury and fanciness, reminding night walker of her bedroom when she was a child. The huge wardrobe, the bookcase, the four poster bed and the Gypsophila. Failing at locking memories of her home, night walker sits on the bed as a flashback of the day she first met the prince plays in her mind.