priceless
Third time that week.
Miguel sat on the floor, sunk a little into the plush carpeting, getting his cut hand bandaged by Aaron. Matilda hovered worriedly over his shoulder. Leaned a little over his shoulder to inspect the damage. "Oh, Miguel…"
He smiled faintly and lifted a cup of tea to his lips, grip shaking a little. Face a little pale. "S'okay. I guess I'll have to be faster next time, right? Heh…" His eyes a little worried.
"There shouldn't be a next time," Claude hissed from where he stood looking out the floor-length window, watching Johnny and Enrique play tennis in the western courtyard.
Matilda and Aaron nodded vigorously. Miguel sipped his tea.
What could they do, really? Robert had gone to so much trouble. Letting them stay at the castle. Letting them eat his food and use his practice dishes. Training them… They had a lot to thank the Majestics for. Home. An opportunity to change for the better.
No. Miguel shook his head once, movement shaking tea all over his hand. Matilda startled. Aaron grabbed the teacup. But Miguel was looking at Claude when he said, fiercely, "It's worth it."
A few booby traps were worth it.