Evangeline looked at her father with soft eyes, reaching up to take bite out of a piece of taffy. "No, I wouldn't have cared," she admitted, letting out a little sigh. She leaned her head on his knee, looking into the fire that was cracking from the corner. She knew she should go to her room, but it was lonely. "You know I know that Nanny Cromwell died, right?" she finally murmured, "Found out before I left France..." Her eyes misted with tears. She loved that woman like a real grandmother, and when her father wasn't able to come home for long periods of time, the elderly nanny was all she had.
Hugo's eyes popped open. "Bloody hell!" he murmured, his eyes going wide at the sight of Feyn in his bedroom. Luckily, he didn't share a room, but that was only because he was in the shittiest room of the castle. "Feyn, what are you doing here? It's like two in the morning..." He sat up, bringing the blanket up to his waist. He never wore anything but boxer briefs to bed.
Hugo's eyes popped open. "Bloody hell!" he murmured, his eyes going wide at the sight of Feyn in his bedroom. Luckily, he didn't share a room, but that was only because he was in the shittiest room of the castle. "Feyn, what are you doing here? It's like two in the morning..." He sat up, bringing the blanket up to his waist. He never wore anything but boxer briefs to bed.