The clock was ticking and time slowly passed. Arielle's nervousness slowly faded. Hearing Ronan's soft breath, a sign that the man had fallen asleep, Arielle smiled. She found the man funny, sleeping on her lap like this.
It reminded her of herself who was always sleeping on Tania's lap when she was sick. Arielle knew well enough that a noble would never fall asleep on a maid's lap. However, she and Tania were friends as well as family. So Arielle could understand Ronan's attitude.
She might have been the man's personal maid, but it seemed the king thought of himself as a friend so he could fall fast asleep on her lap. Just like she and Tania….
Arielle returned Ronan's grip and with her other hand, she traced the man's pitch-black hair.
"Friend?" she muttered. Arielle chuckled softly, feeling happy that she now had another friend besides Tania.
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