"…What do you want from me, your majesty?" Faustina asked. "…I…" The king gulped after a lengthy pose. "I'm… sorry…"
His head bowed down as he uttered those words. Faustina then averted her gaze, not knowing what to say.
"I did something wrong." He said. "I don't know if you remember—"
"I do," Faustina exclaimed. "I remember."
The king stared at Faustina, who wasn't even looking at him now. She was still indifferent, and she didn't display any sign of wanting to see his face, even. It has been a week since she avoided him… and the king figured that it was justly, so.
"I see." The king then lowered his gaze. "I'm really sorry, Faustina."
"…about what?" Faustina probed.
"Huh?"
"What are you sorry for, Your Majesty?" Faustina asked. "Is it because I remember what you did?"
"No," the king denied. "It's…"
Silence.
"It's what?" Faustina challenged. "Are you really sorry?"
