TIARA THORNELLS
I could only shake my head slowly and lie down on my bed, turning my back on him without another word.
"Are you really going to sleep already?" he asked from behind me.
"If you’re not going to talk to me anymore, then yes, I’m really going to sleep," I replied. "And how much longer are you going to keep following me around? I might return to the castle next week. I’ll be working as a servant again."
"So that means… you’ll have more time with that mosquito?" he said, his tone dipping slightly with bitterness. "I can’t even step foot in that place. It’s too dangerous for me."
"That’s exactly why I’m telling you to stop following me," I whispered in a soft tone. "You might end up getting hurt."
“I’m happy you’re concerned about me,” he said with a hint of a smile in his
