Julius Ginellevé had already lived his entire life as nothing but her Knight and a servant of the Lockhart House—and becoming someone who fulfilled her intimate desires was a role that he only took quite recently if it was to be compared to all his years of servitude. But it didn't mean that each rejection of his advancement didn't exactly sting whenever she refused him.
Because he had come first.
Before everyone else stepped into her life and changed it into what it was right now, he had always been a part of it. And perhaps, he thought that their relationship ran far deeper than those which simply arrived as of recent times, still, each rejection was chipping down his confidence. He inwardly sighed. Perhaps he should only be grateful for the short-lived passions they shared?
