A Day With Olivia and Sara
Sara’s Room at Letitia Castle
Sara called Olivia to her room with the intention of fulfilling the promise they had made at Fort Peshitta.
“Oh, wow! There’s so many books! You really do love reading, don’t you, Princess?” Olivia’s eyes shone as she gazed at the books lining the shelves. Sara took a book with a blue cover from the shelf and invited Olivia to sit down on the sofa. “That’s The Masked Knight Shalia, isn’t it? How much do you like it?” Olivia asked.
“This is embarrassing, but enough that I started learning how to use a sword because I wanted to be like Shalia.”
“There’s nothing embarrassing about that. I mean, Masked Knight Shalia is the coolest.” Olivia stood up from the sofa and struck the pose Shalia always took when she delivered her signature line, just like she had at Fort Peshitta. At that moment, the butler came in bearing tea and sweets, fixing Olivia with a dubious stare that Sara found very funny.
“Now, let’s talk about Shalia to our heart’s content.”
“Okay!”
Sara spoke with avid enthusiasm. As Fourth Princess, she’d never had any real friends, and so it followed that she’d never had anyone to share The Masked Knight Shalia with. This made it all the more refreshing and appealing to her that Olivia acted perfectly natural around her.
“Princess Sara, the time...” The butler interjected with a courteous bow, and Sara looked up at the clock above the fireplace. They had been talking for almost two hours.
“It’s that time already?” She wanted to talk more, but today she had official princess duties waiting for her, so they would have to leave off here. “I had a wonderful time today, Olivia,” she said.
“Me too.”
“It was so funny hearing that you hung kitchen knives at your belt instead of swords to try and copy Shalia.”
“Well, I only had one sword,” Olivia laughed, and Sara had to laugh too.
“Princess Sara,” said the butler.
“Yes, I know.” She turned back to Olivia. “Do join me for another talk again one day.”
“Of course!” Olivia replied. Yet she made no move to stand up. Her unusual, ebony black eyes were fixed on the remaining sweets on the table.
“Do you want to take them with you?” Sara asked.
“What? Are you sure?”
“I don’t mind in the slightest.” She looked to the butler, who gathered up the sweets and swept them off to another room. Within five minutes he was back holding a pretty box.
“These are for you, miss,” he said. Olivia accepted the box awkwardly, and for some reason her face darkened.
“Whatever is the matter?” Sara asked.
“It’s just, Claudia...”
“Claudia? She’s your aide, is she not?”
“Right.”
“Did Claudia say something, then?”
“Well,” Olivia said at length, “it’s just that I totally forgot Claudia told me I wasn’t allowed to accept sweets and things when I went to visit important people.”
From Olivia’s demeanor, Sara thought Claudia must be very strict. Amused by this unexpected side to the girl they called the Death God, Sara took paper and pen from her desk, wrote out a note, and handed it to Olivia.
It read: The Fourth Princess gives Olivia permission to ask for sweets whenever she wishes.
This was Sara’s way of thanking her.
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