Despite Charles not wanting to fall asleep in that room…
Despite being aware of the danger…
Charles didn't know when his eyes betrayed him, but the cushioned armchair in Lira's room was too comfortable, and combined with the room's coolness, it lulled him into sleep.
When Charles snapped his eyes open, heart racing, he cursed himself for his mistake.
'Damn it, no!' he thought, instantly on guard. 'What happened? What did Lira do now?'
He sprang from the armchair, scanning the room suspiciously, expecting a trap.
But… instead, a pleasant aroma hit his senses.
The smell was warm, spiced, with a hint of roasted meat that made his stomach growl.
'What? Are they cooking?'
Charles turned and saw Lira in the small kitchen area of her room, stirring something in an iron pot over a lit stove.
'Oh, right… this jerk has a kitchen in her own room,' Charles thought with a twinge of envy.
