The room was every bit as luxurious as one might expect from a Middle Eastern royal household.
A vast space with soaring ceilings, its design was centered around white and light wood tones, offering an elegant harmony that invited both leisure and admiration. Normally, such a space would exude an air of peace, serving as a haven for guests to unwind and relax.
"Ah, man, I'm beat," Wataru groaned, sinking into one of the plush chairs. "The jet was spacious and all, but having eyes on you the whole time gets exhausting."
Marielle chuckled softly. "It seems being a noble doesn't suit you, my lord."
"What? Are nobles constantly under watch like that?"
"Well, servants are always nearby. In that sense, you could say we're not all that different."
"Uh, I don't think so," Wataru said, shaking his head. "You're not just servants; you're more like family—or, uh, partners…"
