Ingrid was heavily principled, the sort who believed nothing worthwhile should come without hard work. For someone like her to deliberately break those principles just to help him meant something.
It meant she cared more about helping him than upholding them.
Zephyrion scoffed. "Why did she have to do that?" he muttered, even as the smile on his face only grew wider.
He lifted his head and happened to catch his reflection in a mirror along the wall. His lips were curled so high that the expression almost looked unnatural on his face.
'I'm smiling, huh.'
He reached up, touching the corner of his lips as though confirming it for himself. Then, a moment later, an even stranger realization struck him.
'I like this.'
