"Dia!" I pitched, ready to hug the little brat.
Dia shut the door behind her, flattening her skirt and clearing her throat. "I wasn't expecting anyone... I mean the princess wasn't expecting anyone to—" she paused. "What are you doing?"
I kept pulling lightly on her soft cheek, a wide smirk on my lips. "Can't deny you didn't miss you, my dearest Dia."
She slapped my hand away. "Don't get too cocky! The past few weeks were the best. I didn't have to deal with your disrespect!"
"Aww… you did miss me."
Osha giggled. "She looks like she does."
Dia growled at her.
"You look familiar," Ravyn said.
Dia folded her arms. "You don't to me. Who are you? Some manly woman?"
"I'm the princess protector, mind you. And a simple handmaid should watch her tone."
"Hmph! A guard should watch hers too," Her eyes leveled to the insignia on her uniform. "You must be one of the monarchs."
"Have we met?" Ravyn questioned, leaning down to her height to get a closer look.
