Responsible Princess

"I must be getting influenced by your company," Emily muttered as they began to walk down the corridor. 

"It doesn't sound too bad at all, does it, Princess?" Raylen asked her, his blue eyes shining with mirth. Although he smiled at her, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of his past from last night, which had kept him awake. Unlike her, who had fallen into a sound sleep, as evidenced by the light snores he had heard coming from the room next to his. 

It wasn't that Raylen was disturbed by the past, as he didn't hold bitter feelings towards it. Instead, he had built fond memories upon it and had found the closure he believed he had sought. The archdemon went by his saying: why be miserable when you could make others miserable?