Ronan returned to his study as morning approached. From the glass window where he stood, he could see Arielle with Lucas and her maids heading towards the Blackthorn palace.
It was not yet time for breakfast or study, but the girl was already awake?
Ronan could guess what Arielle was going to do. He had told the girl to stop going to the palace kitchen to prepare his breakfast. However, considering that Arielle was quite stubborn, yesterday's request from the king was just like a passing wind.
Ronan didn't really mind it though. As long as Arielle could enjoy her time in the North, that would be enough for him. He just hoped that she wouldn't prepare milk again this morning.
Ronan grabbed his chair to drag it to the window so he could enjoy the view of the palace that morning. Even though there wasn't much to see, just piles of white and gray clouds, to Ronan it was still his home.
