Amalia followed him inside, a few steps behind, rolling her eyes at ceiling noticing how annoyed the youngster was looking now; like if he was the one on the right side of this.
It was the typical behaviour of the boys of his age, she knew that...but still, it was a bit irritating, for the woman.
Anyway, his nanny reached his room soon after that Valeriano had slammed it, probably trying to vent out a bit of his frustration that way and, even if not intentionally, she listened his harsh words about his life and especially about her.
That was enough to hurt her feelings and her dark eyes became a bit glossy, hearing him talking that way, but she had a duty to perform so, after a moment, she opened that door once more and she walked inside.
Despite her eyes were telling the truth about how she was feeling at the moment, Amalia put on her most stern expression, while approaching the lad.
-You can't hide on your bed forever, you know?- she asked him, getting closer -How many times we'll have to tell you that is dangerous to go out alone, Valeriano? You're not some peasant boy, you must be safe. Someday you will rule these lands! Your father wants you to study, why can't you just obey?- the woman started her usual reprimand.
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