Lis rubbed her delightfully soft little head again before he contentedly walked downstairs.
In the living room, Helen and Basel sat on the couch somewhat stiffly, with a small table in front of them laden with an array of delicate and appealing sweets, while the little maid Rossi was pouring Helen a cup of warmed milk.
Holding a slightly over-baked cream puff cake, Helen was nibbling away daintily.
The maids of the estate looked on with fondness at Helen, who resembled a little princess, gathering around her.
But in truth, hidden within Helen's slender arms was a strength that could overpower ten of them.
Basel wasn't quite as lucky, sitting upright on the couch and looking constrained.
Unlike Helen, who had lived in the Royal Palace, he had always been a boy from the countryside, living in a plain and simple stone house with his father, never having seen such a beautiful and luxurious estate and garden during his life adrift at sea.
