Florian let out a long, exhausted sigh as he sank into the worn couch in his quarters. He yanked off his appearance-changing glasses, tossing them onto the nearby table with a mix of relief and annoyance. His feet throbbed, the dull ache a testament to the endless hours of walking, cleaning, and, more importantly, skulking about between Princess Bridget's and Princess Camilla's lessons.
"Ah. I'm so exhausted," he muttered to himself, stretching his legs out and rubbing his sore ankles. He leaned back, letting his head fall against the cushion, his mind replaying the day's events.
After the chaos with Lancelot and Lucius, Florian had begrudgingly returned to his task—spying on the two princesses assigned to him. It had been a grueling effort, and though he was drained, he couldn't deny that the day had been... enlightening.
