Early morning. Ethan’s room.

I woke up, staring at the now all-too-familiar ceiling of this room, and, as usual, I got up from the bed to prepare for work.

‘…I don’t even bother to sleep in my room at Blackwood Manor anymore.’

At the Academy dorms, it was unavoidable that we shared the same bed. But here at Blackwood Manor, there’s a separate room for me and another one for Isabelle, and it’s an unspoken rule that we use separate rooms.

…Well, it’s not really a “rule” per se. A maid sleeping in the same bed as her master either …