Catching Mice

Returning back to the Palace was bothersome. Lumielle had allowed herself to become distracted with fun. Aristele's childish personality shining through as he grabbed his sister's hand, forcing the stoic young girl to have fun. She should enjoy the night, he excitedly said. She ended up following his pace.

It was hard for Lumielle to deny Aristele anything.

He could ask for the world on his palm, and she would give it to him.

Now she was back. Returning from her small euphoric getaway. "Will you be going to bed?" Aristele asked, he unbuttoned his cloak, handing it off to one of the butlers.

"I will, you should get some rest," Lumielle chided as the two wished one another a good night. She walked into her room. Body exhausted from the events prior. She felt as though lead had been tied to her being. Exhaustion crippling her as she physically wished to rest. Alas, she couldn't ignore the giant blaring red sign.

She had a rat in her walls.