Princess Adel slowed her steps deliberately. She considered how to greet him with her usual haughtiness. Ever since she had realized her own feelings, she had become increasingly uncomfortable having to ask the hated knight at all.
Just a few more steps and Princess Adel would be standing in front of Cyril's room. Suddenly, she stopped walking, unsure of her intentions in leaving her own palace.
[I should just go back! That's what I'm here for! It's not like he wants to see me!]
Princess Adel took a step back. But just as she was about to turn around. The door to the room Cyril was in was wide open. Her intention to escape vanished. Then she stood there and stared at who would come out.
"You can't run away like you did this morning! I'll tie you to the bed if you disappear again!" A small child came out with a flushed face. The muscles in his neck were bulging and his face was flushed with anger.
"It's just a little wound, Johan!"
