A Lovely Princess and her Faithful Servant

Chapter Five: Abnormality

"Bwao, oah, owaahh."

I chuckled. "Just what are you trying to say?"

"Ooah, oogoo bsdjms."

I stifled a laugh at the infant's attempt to reply, holding her closely to my chest as she sweetly giggled away. The weather had begun to change gradually. Obelia was a rather warmer country, but there were still months that leaned on the cooler side. Only recently had the mornings become damp with dew instead of cold with frost.

"I'll be able to show you your first blooms of spring soon," I faintly muttered to myself.

"Owah?"

Smiling, I pressed my lips lightly onto the tuft of hair growing on her head. "Nothing to worry about, sweetie."

Ever so slightly, I heard the low yet hushed whispers, as well as the distant beckoning of a maid.

"Young Master! Please, don't wander so far!"

Oh dear.

"Are you getting sleepy?" I asked quietly, despite knowing there would be no response. The child just blinked her wide eyes up at me. "Aha. I suppose it should be alright then."

Carefully, I stood up from the rocking chair and made my way towards the door with silent steps.

While holding the babbling infant with one arm, securely, my other hovered over the door handle. Muffled giggling could be heard and I sighed.

"Young Master. Please stop causing trouble for your nanny," I spoke in a slightly hardened voice, opening the door abruptly. There was a startled gasp as the head of white hair turned to face me.

Narrowing my eyes pointedly, I then added, "That goes for you as well, Young Master Uriel."

The darker skinned boy with pale blonde hair only snickered nervously to himself as the two boys began to shy away from me.

"Again these two...! I apologize Kristina, again, for interrupting you and the young miss."

"Aha. It's fine, really. Children should be full of energy, after all."

About three months ago, Freesia had brought their youngest child over, per the Duchess' orders. From then on, Uriel had visited frequently as a playmate to keep the newly three year old Ijekiel busy. Unfortunately, that meant Erith had to take care of two extremely energetic and nimble toddlers.

"Abwooo!"

At the cooing sound of the baby held in my arm, the two boys seemed to snap their heads in my direction.

"I wanna see!" Uriel walked up to me and jumped giddily for the child. In contrast, Ijekiel merely stood bashfully, slowly approaching behind his playmate. With a sigh and playful roll of an eye, I lowered myself and allowed a better view of little Jennette.

The infant stared up at the two boys, blinking her jeweled eyes. I didn't have to worry about revealing her to anyone at the moment. To children like Ijekiel and Uriel, they wouldn't know the weight of those eyes yet. Erith is also one of the loyal few within the estate who are permitted to know of her eyes, as she is also a nanny.

"Phwoo," Jennette blew a tiny raspberry, a giggle escaping Uriel as he softly poked her squishy cheeks.

"It's a funny sound."

Uriel mimicked the baby by shutting his eyes tightly and sticking out his tongue. Jennette gave out a delighted laugh, reaching out towards the boy.

"... Ehe." Uriel grinned a bit, letting Jennette take hold of his hand.