"I know it may seem odd to have a personal maid," Cindy said quickly, her words tumbling over each other, "well—not really odd, considering you're a prince!"
Florian blinked, trying to keep up.
'What is this…?' he thought.
"I may only be nineteen," Cindy continued brightly, rocking slightly on her heels, "but I'm wise beyond my years! You can count on me for your four days here. I'll be extra capable just for you, Your Highness!"
Her energy filled the room.
Too much of it.
Florian felt a dull ache bloom at his temples.
'Oh. My head is definitely hurting,' he thought, watching as Cindy bounced lightly from one foot to the other, her enthusiasm almost dizzying. 'She's like a more confident and amped up version of Cashew.'
On any other day, he would have welcomed it.
He would have found her excitement refreshing, comforting even. It should have made him feel better knowing that at least one person in this manor seemed genuinely happy.
But today—
