‧͙⁺˚･༓☾𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔞𝔶, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔡𝔞𝔶, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔰𝔱, 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯, 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔡, 𝔑𝔶𝔪𝔭𝔥, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔞 𝔳𝔦𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔫, 𝔫𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱☽༓･˚⁺‧͙
ˋ°•*⁀➷ [Y/n] Alastair just wanted to live peacefully in the comfort of her castle...
It felt surreal, like she was floating in a dream. [Y/n] was entering the Pomefiore dorm and never had she seen such a regal and beautiful architecture in her whole 700+ years of living.
Rook led [Y/n] through the hallway explaining each bit of the dorm in great detail and passion. He looked like he was infatuated with the dorm. It was amusing to watch as he would go in detail, with joy and pride written all over his face. It was cute and quite funny.
Then he suddenly stopped in front of her, making her hit his back with her face. He turned to [Y/n] quickly as she started rubbing her nose, as it was still in pain as he asked.
"Dame Princesse! Have I told you about our magnifique housewarden Vil Schoenheit?" he questioned with eyes twinkling with curiosity. As if he were expecting her to know the guy called Vil instantly.
[Y/n] looked at him in confusion. "I have never heard of a person named Vil Schoenheit. More or less seen him either...."
Rook's face dropped in horror as she spoke. He looked at her as if she had just killed his family and stole his riches. His eyes shone in disbelief and shock. She sweat-dropped as his gaze became even more intense and unnerving.
