[Surely the two of them were married, then. That's how stories like this go. And all of a sudden it occurs to her, the thing that's been nagging at her all this time.]
...You said your mother was a doctor. And your father a scholar.
[There's a question she's not asking, hanging off the end of that, but it's not exactly hard to guess.]
[Ah, he knows that Rosella is too bright for her own good. So he does not begrudge her conclusion, knowing full well that she could have reached it on her own.]
[It may not seem so, she thinks to herself, but maybe it's for the best that she asked. If she hadn't, her next question would've been and did they live happily ever after.]
That does sound beautiful. Finding one's other half.
[She turns onto her side, facing him with the covers still pulled up close beneath her chin.]
[His story certainly leaves her a lot to think about, but that's the last thing she wants to do right now, now that she's finally sleepy and relaxed enough in her environment that she might actually stand a chance of drifting off.
So she closes her eyes, burrowed down into her pillow, and almost doesn't reply except that in the end, drowsy manners win out.]
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...You said your mother was a doctor. And your father a scholar.
[There's a question she's not asking, hanging off the end of that, but it's not exactly hard to guess.]
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I did indeed.
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That does sound beautiful. Finding one's other half.
[She turns onto her side, facing him with the covers still pulled up close beneath her chin.]
I'm glad they did. That they both did.
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[A rare thing, once in a lifetime. How rare it is that one finds their truest love.
Alucard stands up and gives a bow of his head.]
Get some sleep, Rosella. I will be here.
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[His story certainly leaves her a lot to think about, but that's the last thing she wants to do right now, now that she's finally sleepy and relaxed enough in her environment that she might actually stand a chance of drifting off.
So she closes her eyes, burrowed down into her pillow, and almost doesn't reply except that in the end, drowsy manners win out.]
Goodnight, your highness. And...thank you.