You, Griffith and Casca had all been invited to a personal dinner with the king to discuss war plans going forward. Upon your arrival, however, he had informed the three of you that he was unaware a third member would be joining. He apologized throughout the dinner, and even more so when he led you to your chambers for the night. He explained that he had ordered his servants to prepare two rooms, leaving you and Casca to share until you returned to the band the next morning.

"They really didn't have any extra rooms in the castle?"

Casca was infuriated by this setup. Not only had she been forgotten by the king, but she also had to share the luxurious bedroom she'd been excited for. As you emerged from behind the folding screen in your sleepwear, you saw her hastily fluffing her pillow. When she heard your footsteps, she lifted her head to look up at you with a slight pout etched onto her features. Just the sight of you in what was supposed to be her bedroom frustrated her.

"Are we supposed to share a bed?" The girl asked. Even if she was annoyed by the situation, she was grateful that she was sharing the room with someone like you instead of one of the more uncivilized members of the band.