(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"Sleep for a while," I said as I undressed her and placed her on the bed. I wrapped her in the blanket.
"But..."
"But?"
"I have to go to have tea with Evelyn in the afternoon," she said.
"Really? It's not an obligation, Blue! You don't have to force yourself to do it," I said.
"But noble ladies do this. I mean, I heard it's disrespectful to reject certain people's invitations," she muttered.
"I don't fucking care if it's disrespectful or not! Just do what you want to. You are the queen, after all. If you want me to, I will send a letter to Evelyn."
"Then can you tell her yourself? I mean, sending a letter is a bit... when she is right in the palace."
"... Alright," I sighed. "I will let her know myself. Then will you sleep now?"
"Hmm..."
"Not 'hmm'. Tell me clearly."
"I will..."
