Irene rushed down the stairs, completely forgetting about her etiquette and dignified behavior. All she wanted was to greet her father and warmly welcome him back home, which his daughter, Sylvaine, had never done. Though she was yet to develop compassion towards the man, she had more or less accepted him as a father figure. To her, until her time in Rothnia, he was her father, and she wanted to treasure this beautiful moment.
Reyna followed her, begging her to slow down and mind her manners. Her heart had almost leaped out of her chest when she saw her mistress lift her dress to her knees before she took off. It was utterly unladylike, and she was sure her mistress would get a good hearing from the governess if she found out about it. And not only her mistress but she would also be reprimanded for not reminding her of manners.
