Miriette's day started as always, she woke up, took a quick bath to wash away the sleepiness, and waited for her attendant to show up with breakfast and help her with her hair.
"...I wonder what my Zoemi is dreaming about..."
The dark-haired girl muttered to herself, with her head against the desk as she watched the outside world through the window of her dormitory room.
It has been so long since the last time she checked up on him.
The black-haired boy lying motionlessly in the large bed in the Banemor mansion, like a prince from a fairytale, waiting for the true-love kiss of a princess who would wake him up from his ancient slumber...
Putting aside the question of whether Miriette had tried – multiple times – to explore that solution or not, it was getting more and more difficult to permission to visit Zoemi.
Things were... bad.
