Max walked through the castle's long hallways with a smile so ridiculously wide that he was starting to suspect it might get permanently stuck on his face.
He still felt a strange warmth in his chest. Light. Pleasant.
Which was a blatant lie, considering he had technically just discovered he was living inside a potential interdimensional catastrophe and probably had an almost impossible mission ahead of him.
But still.
He had kissed Elanor.
The princess had kissed him.
Twice.
Max brought a hand to his face.
"Okay," he muttered to himself.
"I'm not surviving this."
His smile widened even further.
All the nervousness that had been destroying him minutes ago had vanished as if by magic.
Now all that remained was a strange sense of calm.
Well. Relative calm.
Because somewhere in the back of his brain, a rather unpleasant mission window was still glowing.
Max sighed.
'I need to make the most of whatever time I have here.'
His expression softened a little.
