Her Protector (Faye gip)

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After they finished eating, Mrs. Malisorn set down her utensils and looked at Faye thoughtfully. The dining room had grown quieter, filled only with the soft clinks of silverware and the murmur of maids clearing away dishes. Faye could feel her mother's gaze, intense yet warm, like she was considering something very carefully.

"You know, Faye," Mrs. Malisorn began softly, "it's been so long since you've stayed here for more than a few hours at a time. Why don't you two spend the night? It would mean a lot to me."

Faye hesitated, her eyes immediately darting to Yoko. She didn't want to make Yoko uncomfortable by staying the night at a place that was clearly overwhelming to her. She knew her princess was still adjusting, and Faye wasn't sure if asking her to spend a whole night in this massive, intimidating estate was the right call. But before Faye could voice her refusal, Yoko's hand slipped into hers under the table—a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"We would love to," Yoko said softly, surprising both Faye and Mrs. Malisorn. Her voice was firm, yet there was a sweetness to it, a quiet determination. Yoko turned to look at Faye, her expression gentle but resolute. "Right, love?"

Faye stared at her, momentarily stunned. Her heart swelled with emotion, a mix of love, relief, and something else—something deeper that made her chest tighten. Yoko wasn't just accepting; she was stepping into Faye's world, willing to immerse herself in it. Willing to be here, by her side, even when it was new and daunting.

"Yes, we'd love to stay," Faye repeated, her voice softer now. She squeezed Yoko's hand back, then turned to her mother with a faint smile. "Thank you, Mother."

Mrs. Malisorn's expression brightened, her eyes softening as she took in the sight of them. "Wonderful. I'll have the maids prepare your room, Faye."

Yoko's head whipped around to face Faye, eyes wide with sudden curiosity. "Your room?" she echoed, a slight teasing lilt to her voice.

Mrs. Malisorn chuckled softly, nodding. "Yes, my dear. I think it's only fitting for you to use Faye's bedroom tonight. It's been left untouched since she moved out." She glanced at Faye, her smile turning a touch mischievous. "Perhaps you'll get to know my daughter better by seeing where she used to spend her time."

Faye let out a faint groan, running a hand through her hair in exasperation. "Mother..."

But Yoko only looked more intrigued, her gaze now fixed on Faye with an intensity that made Faye's cheeks heat up. "I think I would love to see your room, Faye," she murmured softly.

With a resigned sigh, Faye finally nodded. "Alright, then." She glanced at Yoko, her eyes softening. "But I'm warning you, princess, it's just a room."

Yoko's lips curled into a small smile. "We'll see."

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After a few more exchanges, Mrs. Malisorn led them up the grand staircase, past elegant corridors lined with oil paintings and antiques, until they reached a large, polished wooden door at the end of a hallway.

"This is it," Mrs. Malisorn announced gently. "Your room, Faye."

She pushed the door open, and Yoko stepped inside, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the space. It was larger than she expected, but not in a grand, ostentatious way. There was a warmth to the room—a blend of dark wood furnishings and soft, neutral colors that felt surprisingly intimate. A large four-poster bed dominated the center, flanked by tall windows draped with heavy curtains. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with an eclectic mix of titles, and a large mahogany desk sat against the other, still neatly organized as if Faye had only left it yesterday.