The moment she threw herself face-first onto the bed, Ellegaard fell asleep. One of her boots lay on the floor while the other was still on her foot. The staff met a similar fate: tossed beside the bed as if it were nothing more than an ordinary branch.
"Tick…" she murmured, drooling onto the pillow.
She had no idea that, nearby, forbidden things were about to happen.
In the next room, Mitsuki looked vulnerable, as if he were the princess instead of Jeanne. His pale face was flushed from the alcohol in his blood. The faint moonlight slipped through the window, giving the princess in question a perfect view of it.
'What's going on? I don't understand anything… Jeanne, what are you going to do to me?' Mitsuki thought, drowning in the sweet rose scent emanating from that girl. 'Why are you so strong?'
