The suite was everything one would expect from a residence prepared by Middle Eastern royalty: expansive, luxurious, and breathtakingly elegant. High ceilings stretched above a room adorned with white and lightwood tones, harmonizing with the intricate furnishings that promised both comfort and grandeur.
"Man, I'm beat," Wataru sighed as he collapsed onto a plush sofa. "Sure, the jet was spacious, but being watched all the time is exhausting."
Marielle chuckled softly, brushing back her hair. "It seems nobility may not be your calling, my lord."
"What? Are nobles really under constant scrutiny like that?"
"They are. Servants are always nearby to tend to their needs. Though, in some ways, we're not so different, are we?"
"Hold on," Wataru said, raising a hand. "You're not just servants; you're more like family—or, uh, partners…"
