Arthur adjusted the smile on his face, and then slowly turned his head, surprised, "Your Highness, Princess?"
"Please come in." Her voice was somewhat hoarse, her eyes red, obviously she had been crying: "Sir Arthur."
Arthur did not move immediately, but first glanced at Flora beside him.
Flora evidently understood what he was concerned about; she merely nodded slightly: "The situation is urgent now, so don't be bound by etiquette. Please come in."
Only then did Arthur step inside, feeling the warmth of the fireplace rushing towards him.
Princess Sophia remained by the door, waving to Flora as well: "You come in too, Flora, sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to conceal for me earlier."
The door of the living room slowly closed. Princess Sophia didn't return to the sofa chair to sit; she just stood by the fire, her hands clasped in front, fingers gently rubbing between each other, as if this was the only way to sustain the little comfort left in her heart.
