"Hello."
Behind my door, dressed in a long ash trench coat, a knitted scarf, and a white long-sleeved shirt, was Frieren, holding up a bag.
"Princess, you know it isn't proper to visit a man's room unannounced." I offered my comment but not before taking the bag of treats she brought. From the label on the nylon bag, I could tell the restaurant it came from—and it was freaking expensive.
I bowed slightly. "I humbly accept your generous offering, Your Majesty."
Frieren chuckled softly before stepping inside.
"Aren't you supposed to ask for permission first?"
She turned, her eyes widening, then as if startled, she placed her hand over her mouth. "Oh, how rude of me. I assumed being the princess granted me full access to your room."
"I don't think that logic applies in Noctis."
"Hahaha, I know... But if we get married, I would have the right, wouldn't I?"
