The Crown Prince's carriage had left the courtyard as I followed them stealthily. I saw Young Lord become relaxed, smiled, hold hands, and even kissed with a gardenia between their lips. It was the first time I saw such kiss, and unaware, I gritted my teeth.
The stuffy feeling inside my chest suffocated me once more. It was the same feeling when I had heard that Young Lord would punish me, possibly kill me. Maybe, it was disappointment, as I had expected too much from Young Lord. I expected him to be my savior.
I only saw his genuine smile directed towards me, this lowly slave, once. And that was when I met him in this garden for the first time. That scene lingered in my head, refusing to leave. As my brain vehemently stamped that smile inside the deepest part of my consciousness, my dream had been filled with that again and again.
