Chapter Fifty-Four
There was something strange in sleeping in the same house as a corpse. Saito didn't know why it bothered him so much, since the palace was pretty big and the Gallian King had died in the ballroom, on the far end of where the sleeping quarters were.
As the servant that had shown him his rooms bid him goodnight and closed the door to the admittedly spacious room, Saito sighed and then shuddered slightly. Someone had opened the window of his room, probably to change the air, and hadn't bothered closing it. As he moved to close it, he removed the cloak around his shoulders, letting it fall on the ground. With the window closed, he began the delicate process of undressing from the sheer amount of clothes he had on his body.
"What a day," he groaned. Louise was probably taking it far worse than him, or perhaps her mother was. Still, he'd better go to sleep early since they'd be off by the next day. It was kind of puzzling, trying to understand the Cardinal. Didn't Tristain have better suited people for the task? Did it really have to be Louise and him?
He settled on the border of the bed, sighing once more.
The bed shifted slightly.
Saito blinked, and then carefully stared at the bed's strange form hidden by the sheets. There was a light wiggling, soon followed by a bush of blue hair emerging from below the sheets, a face with a pair of red glasses on it.
In a second, Saito had done a jump back worthy of an Olympic master and knelt, his head low. "L-Lady Charlotte!" he exclaimed, "I-I apologize! Th-This must be the wr-wrong room!"
"No," Lady Charlotte said with a small yawn, stepping out of the bed and thankfully still clothed. "I decided to catch a nap here," she added. "For fear of the Reconquista coming for me," she said kindly. "I hope this does not bother you?"
"N-Not at all!" Saito said. He did blush slightly, and look away.
"There is also another reason for why I am here," Charlotte said, looking at Saito. "The noble retinue that my uncle brought are all in distress, but they are also quite incapable. At most, there is a line mage among them. I would rather be protected by one of my knights rather than by any of them," she smiled softly. "But who would have guessed your partner, Louis, would turn out to be the long lost heir to the Valliere family. It must have come as quite a shock."
Saito blinked, and chuckled nervously. "Well, sort-of. I mean, I'm glad for her and all-"
"I mean for your sexual orientation," Lady Charlotte said bluntly, making Saito guffaw and choke on his spit. "You like boys do you not, Sir Saito?"
"I-I-I do not!" Saito squawked out, "I mean-no! It's just that-that-"
"Ah, so you knew she was a girl from the very beginning?" Charlotte said, stifling a giggle. "Forgive me for making fun of you at your expenses, Sir Saito, but I do need something to cheer me up after the sad event of tonight."
Saito's expression changed from embarrassed to worried in a couple of seconds, his eyes softening up, "I'm sorry for your loss."
"Don't be," Charlotte replied. "I am sad, because I could not watch the life leave that man's eyes." Her eyes hardened to orbs of ice, which kind of made the cold breeze on the back of Saito all the more chilling -he had closed the window, hadn't he?
"W-What? But he was your uncle, wasn't he?"
"He was a monster," Charlotte said flatly. "Make no mistake, I do not like Reconquista, I do not like their methods, I do not like what they do-but I would gladly kiss whoever killed the King of Gallia," she clasped her hands together tightly. "The things that man did-they cannot really be spoken. Well, now they can, since I'm the future Queen of Gallia, I can say them all if I want to," the girl shuddered, "But they aren't pretty, so perhaps it's best if they're kept secret."
"Lady Charlotte-why are you here?" Saito asked carefully. "Couldn't you have sent for me?"
"I do not trust my uncle's men, Sir Saito. I am a powerful mage in my own, but I do not trust any of them, especially with my sleep. On the other hand, Louis -and by consequence Louise- had nothing but the highest of praises for you. I'd feel safer falling asleep with you guarding over me, rather than all of my retinue put together."
Saito nervously chuckled. "I-I'm flattered you think so highly of me, Lady Charlotte, but-"
"Call me Charlotte when we are alone, Sir Saito-no, Saito," Charlotte said softly, a light blush on her cheeks.
Saito blinked. Wait. Louise couldn't have possibly been right, could she!? No, no, the girl was clearly shocked for the death of her Uncle and needed reassurance, it would be utterly shameless to take advantage of her sad state like this!
"Lady Charlotte," Saito said, "I am unworthy of such familiarity, and it would be improper-" that was how it went, wasn't it?
"I am the Queen, or will be. I decide what is proper, and what is not," Charlotte said with a huff. When faced with such a cute pout, even Saito's morals were unfortunately prey of a losing battle.
"T-Then C-Charlotte," Saito said. "Are you sure you can trust me? I mean, you know nothing about me-"
"But what little I know is of the highest quality," Charlotte said. "And I have yet to be proven wrong. So, Saito, guard over the sleep of your Queen -at least, as long as you keep being a Knight of the North Parterre, that's among your duties, you know?" she giggled next.
"Right," Saito nodded awkwardly.
Charlotte settled back beneath the bed sheets, still dressed, and closed her eyes after putting the glasses away on the bed desk. "Then, good night, Saito."
"Good night...Charlotte?" but the girl was already asleep, apparently.
Saito sighed, and after quietly grabbing the nearby plush armchair, decided to sit on it and 'stand guard'.
His head, meanwhile, was drawing graphs of cuteness between Louise's sleeping face and that of Charlotte's.
His common sense, on the other hand, had surrendered and barricaded itself behind a brain-door, screaming at the top of his lungs that something fishy was going on.
Unfortunately, he wasn't heard.
Rarely is Common Sense heard after all.