"Zoemi, help me down."
Miriette said calmly.
"At once, my lady."
The black-haired boy with the ugly burn-scar disfiguring his right cheek complied and took lifted her from the cold windowsill.
"...!"
Just for a second, Miriette thought that Zoemi will hug her.
It was only just a second, though.
"My lady, we should go, the prince must be waiting."
"...ah... right..."
Yes, for Zoemi, his master was always in the first place.
He realized that any feelings that he could harbor towards her might hinder her future happiness with the prince so he pushed them aside.
Though when he was helping Miriette down, just for a second he really wanted to hug her.
But he didn't.
His master happiness was in the first place.
Always.
The two of them walked through the night and after a few minutes they reach the meeting place. The first prince was already waiting for them.
"My love."
The prince smiled towards his fiance.
"Zoemi."
He waved his hand towards her attendant.
""My prince.""
