The palace was too big.
Beatrice had lived here for weeks, yet somehow, she still managed to find new ways to get lost. This wasn't just an ordinary mansion, it was a kingdom disguised as a house. An endless maze of halls, courtyards, secret rooms, and apparently, a whole underground pantry.
He had his arms crossed, his sharp blue eyes scanning her like she was an unsolved riddle.
"You have been here for weeks."
"And yet, I continue to surprise even myself," Beatrice said cheerfully.
Francois stared at her for a long moment, then muttered something under his breath before turning on his heel. "Come on."
Beatrice blinked. "Wait, where are we going?"
"You clearly can't be trusted to wander alone," Francois said flatly. "So, until I'm certain you won't end up in the royal vaults or accidentally start a war, I'll escort you back."
Beatrice scowled, trailing after him. "First of all, I wouldn't start a war."
Francois shot her a side glance.
Beatrice huffed. "…Not on purpose."
