Misha
Gene enters my room, like always, abruptly and without warning.
"Prince Yule would like to talk to you, sir. He's outside." Gene pulls me up from my seat and tidys my clothes.
"Gene, calm down. I don't need you to do this much." I say as I gently push him away.
Gene stares at me before turning on his heel. He walks over to the door and glances at me once more, nodding in disapproval. Prince Yule is standing on the other side of the door when Gene finally allows him in.
"I'm sorry to bother you abruptly, but I have learned something extremely important." Prince Yule says as he struts into my room.
I nod to Gene, who leaves the room instantly and closes the door behind him.
"What is it?" I ask as I motion for Prince Yule to sit in the armchair near my bed.
