Albedo watched her quietly now, his blue eyes softer than sunlight.
"You should change out of that nightgown first, my daughter," he said softly, almost teasing. "And eat. Please."
Dila blinked and looked down at herself. Realizing she was still in her long white sleeping dress, her cheeks burned red.
"I... I can't believe I'm still shy... over my own character's body..." she muttered to herself, embarrassed.
In her mind, Nari's delicate voice answered with a gentle giggle.
☆ Yes, master. Just look at yourself. You'll lose your image at this rate... ☆
Dila flinched harder, her face heating up even more.
Albedo watched her, and despite everything—despite the years of emptiness and regret—he smiled.
She still blushes, he thought.
"You're as cute as ever," he whispered, his voice more like a father's than a king's.
Still sitting, he reached for a silver plate of cookies in the nearby table and held it up toward her.
"Have some."
