The next day

Mireille woke up, grumbling a few words as she did so. Her vision slowly cleared up and the first thing she saw was Dante's face.

He was crouched by the side of the bed, staring at her intensely. Mireille gulped down, recalling how she had reacted when it started raining the previous night.

It had been so many years already and she still could not help herself whenever it rained.

"You are awake. Good morning, Princess" Dante greeted and got up on his ...