113 Ordering a King (1)

The door opens with a slam, and Ignis walks in with a couple of his attendants following. He notices me, and he considers sending them away.

I've worn the peignoir and came here, in his room, to wait. He would have forgotten to visit me if I didn't do this.

And the King's bed is way, way bigger. We can roll on there, chase each other... There's enough space for everything!

Thank goodness I didn't come here wearing a nightgown only, though. I wasn't expecting the King's room to be always so crowded, but I'm starting to get used to it.

The two servants following Ignis open their mouths in surprise when they notice me, but their eyes reach the floor soon enough. They walk out in silence and close the door.

«Veronica,» Ignis sighs when we're finally alone. «How are you?»

«I'm fine,» I hum. «Came here to meet my husband, but he looks so busy.»

«I'm free now,» he replies. «Even though it's late.»