The rest of the evening whirled by. Apparently, the emperor himself wanted to see us off in the morning, so Elise's house was in an uproar. The two servants were busy cleaning the entire manor, while the guard polished his armor.
I slipped away with Fable, finding my room on my own. It wasn't that Rosarie didn't offer, but I felt bad pulling her away from her duties. And after how she reacted to me this morning, I couldn't bear to force her to attend to me.
Fyren took the guest room next to mine, promising to be there if he felt anything strange. I thanked him and opened the door, stepping into my room. A small gasp escaped my lips.
I expected another servant room, but the quarters before me were a full suite with a living room, sleeping space, and a large bathroom. A tile bath was in the corner by a wall mirror, enchanted with mana to warm the water.
