"Anyways…" Estelle began, folding her arms as she leaned against his study table, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "...I've come to summon you for lunch."
"Is that the job of a maid, Estelle? Are you a maid?" Ryanair purred lazily, his gaze lingering on her as he watched her eyes widen in surprise before rolling dramatically. She scoffed, a whirlwind of expressions flitting across her face in mere seconds.
"No, you're a lunatic! Get out from there; you're not cool at all." With that, she stomped out of his study room, leaving Ryanair chuckling softly to himself.
"How cute," he muttered before standing up to join the family for lunch. The dining room was modestly adorned, with sunlight filtering through the windows, casting warm glows on the table set for three. Only he, Estelle, and Lady Paloma were present; Estelle's father had ventured out for work.
