Chapitre 88: How to be free

The Royal Palace is just like I remember it. Even my room is exactly the same. The guards in front of the door, the maids...

Everything is the same it used to be.

A knock on the door makes me startled, and I open it to see who it is.

Ignis.

«Hello,» I say, trying to smile. Yet, I'm too confused to properly command my face muscles.

«I brought you lunch,» he replies. «You need to eat.»

«Oh, sure,» I chuckle. «Do you want to sit down?»

«I can't, my Queen.»

«Queen? I am not yet a Queen.»

«You are. The King declared you so.»

«The King? Why are you talking about it in the third person? Is this another form of etiquette?»

I knew about the Royal We, but nothing about a Royal Him.

«Are you playing a prank, Ignis?»

«No, my Queen. I just delivered your lunch.»

«What King delivers lunches, come on! You don't need an excuse to come here.»