It was already dark when Cornelius and I decided to sneakily return to our rooms. He is a conversationalist that I didn't notice the time. I even forgot my dinner.
We talked about magic and the paintings in the small church museum. I really imagined it to be a huge hall with lots of paintings displayed. But in actuality, it is only as big as my room and has very few paintings. I am so underwhelmed that I feel cheated by the jerk prince.
It's tranquil though, and the very few paintings in it tell stories of different eras.
"Good night, Lyr," he says, standing outside my chamber.
"Good night, prince," I answer.
"Will you not invite me inside?"
"You know that's not a good idea," I respond, forcing a smile in my face.
"Hmmm," he mutters. "I might have told you the story about the unfaithful queen, but don't you worry. If I find you unfaithful, I will not send you to the abbey for the rest of your life."
