(Celine's POV)
"Pheww..." I let out a long breath as I finally forced the zipper shut on my leather backpack, using my full body weight to compress it with Elin's help.
Rhaegor, meanwhile, had been a picture of absolute productivity—if productivity meant occupying my sofa and snoring for the last three hours. I wiped a stray bead of sweat from my forehead and looked over at Elin.
"By the way, after you dropped off those sheets, you went to serve Mirael and Kiro their noodles, right? Were they doing okay? No diplomatic incidents involving cat ears and palace decor?"
Elin smiled warmly as she smoothed the final corner of the fresh bedsheet onto the mattress. "They were having a wonderful time, Your Highness. It seems young Kiro is quite taken with the palace."
