The Exhausted Eccentric Prince

The quiet of the forest enveloped Mikhailis and Cerys as they slipped through the shadows, guided by the faint glow of his glasses. Rodion's meticulous mapping ensured they avoided every potential passerby and noisy branch. It was almost unsettling how seamlessly the AI integrated into the world, despite its origin.

Too seamless, Mikhailis thought, a hint of pride laced with wariness.

Beside him, Cerys walked with a relaxed confidence, her steps silent and measured. Her earlier weariness had evaporated, replaced by a teasing energy. She glanced at him, her green eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

"You look like you've been hit by a carriage," she whispered, her tone both playful and sincere.

Mikhailis let out a quiet chuckle, adjusting his collar. "I'll have you know I was a willing participant in last night's… activities. A gentleman doesn't complain."