"Why not? He's inside, right?" said Eresia, smiling softly.
Alvaro nodded. "It seems His Majesty needs some rest. And so do you, Princess."
"No, I don't. I've had enough rest." Eresia stepped past Alvaro and asked the room guard to announce her arrival.
The guards seemed reluctant, but they went ahead and informed Sylas. No one wanted to deal with that spoiled girl. Sylas also seemed to want to avoid trouble.
A few moments later, Eresia was inside the room, looking at Sylas, who had just finished changing his clothes.
"Why aren't there any servants to help you?" asked Eresia. Usually, a servant named Sean was always there to serve him.
Sylas smiled slightly. "I didn't want to bother him. He already helped me this evening," he replied, inviting Eresia to sit on the sofa in front of him.
"I hope there's something important that brought you here so late, Princess," said Sylas, sitting across from her. His face looked tired, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
