Vivian's POV
Confronted with Delia's reluctance to leave with me, I was already feeling disheartened, and now Alen was speaking to me in that tone! I understood that what he said was true, but I wasn't ready to admit it. He now seemed like a teacher scolding a child, and I was that naive child in his eyes.
"I don't want to talk to you anymore," I slipped my hand into my pocket, trying hard to put on a nonchalant façade, "I'm heading back to sleep."
As my left hand slid into my pocket, I came into contact with the flute Albert had given me. I realized I couldn't let Alen discover the existence of this flute, so I clutched it tightly, keeping my hand still in my pocket.
"Vivian, it's getting pretty late. Please allow me to walk you back to the carriage," Alen turned his head and gestured
