Where did… Lady Lyte go? Vanished as soon as I shot that… bird. There was no way I could have shot her. My arrow’s impact certainly mustn’t be that powerful. Had she noticed I let Vyce in? To my utter despair, I might be in dear trouble. No. More than trouble. I’m a servant who has been told strict orders. I am never in the position to allow anyone within the Imperial grounds from my own volition. Vyce is in trouble.
I stumble to the grounds in urgency to tell my dear friend. Though when I spot him, he is mindlessly plucking the very flowers. “Vyce!” my voice strains with worry.
He gives me a confused glance. “Hm?”
“You… you mustn’t stay here!” I warn. “…Her Highness… she… must have spotted me killing the birds, and saw you too…”
He flicks his grey eyes around the garden. “Worry not, she is not here. I will leave.”
“My misfortune cursed your errand….” I feel the sun’s heat glare on my face. “…I shall take the punishment for my carelessness.”
He sighs, plucking the last flower. “…You worry too much, really, I am sure she won’t harm you.” he stands up. “…Besides, I’m sure she didn’t see me. I’m a thief, I can be stealthy.” Vyce looks at the sun. “…even if I’m in the sunlight.”
My heart worried for him but also for me. Where has she gone? Why has her eyes lingered on me anyway? Is this… some kind of joke? “…If you so say, my friend….” I turn my head back to the balcony where Lyte once stood. What reasons caused such… curiosity..?
