Night has dawned, and Theron was finally able to completely rest. The only problem was Lorian had only 1 spare room, so he was stuck with his maid, Rian.
"Young Master, are you comfortable?" Still attentive even late at night, Rian's eyes worriedly look at Theron as she prepared the bed that they'd be sleeping for the night. They had bought some soft beddings with the Baroness's instruction.
"I am…" Theron slowly nodded as he silently sighed. However, deep inside, he was feeling a little awkward. It would be the first time, in a while, for him to lie down in a bed with someone.
'It's ok, Theron. She's been your maid since you were born. This is just normal and fine.' He repeatedly reminded himself as he comfortably sat on the chair. He was looking out the window, staring at the trees that seemed to be dancing with the harsh wind.
