"Marx," Princess Amaya, who was still drowsy, blurted out when Leon stood closely by her bedside.
"Princess?" Layla looked worriedly at Princess Amaya and then at Leon. She had heard Marx's name and was aware of who he was, but what did that have to do with the new guard?
Princess Amaya wearily rubbed her eyes as if attempting to dispel the grogginess clouding her vision. As her gaze sharpened, she was stunned to find that it was not Marx standing beside her but Leon.
"I am sorry. I thought you were someone." Princess Amaya apologized to Leon.
Leon hummed before striding out of the room to get a glass of water.
"Princess, are you alright?" Layla repeated her question as she cast a worried glance at Amaya.
"I am alright, Layla. I just had a nightmare." Amaya uttered softly. She sounded tired and disappointed.
