390 Butterflies

(From Blue's Perspective)

"Nah, I did it because I had so much work to do, not because I want a day off," Flint said. 

"Oh?"

It would be wrong if I said I was not surprised. I was actually taken aback greatly because Flint was not the type of person to care about work too much if it was not for money or to take a day off. 

"Does Your Highness not trust me?" Flint asked suspiciously. 

"I will go back to my room now," I said, not answering him. "Can you take me to my room, Abel?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Abel bowed. 

"Don't ignore me, Your Highness!"

"Who are you again? I don't know you?"

"Your Highness!"

"Why are you making so much noise, Flint? Let us go now, Your Highness. You must be tired."

"Yes, let's go."

Abel escorted me to the bedroom and waited in front of the room. "I hope you can sleep well, Your Highness. Please rest up," he said. 

"Yes, I will. Goodnight, Abel."