Even when I had suffered under the fatal attacks of Lancera Hall over and over again, and everyone around me concluded that I was lesbian… I still believed that I am straight.
That one day, my dream man would come down with beautiful white angel wings on his back and take me away to the land of love.
That I will fall in love with him and have my happily ever after ending.
But…
It feels strange.
W-Why is it that I feel a strange feeling in my chest every time I look at the Hall brat these days?!
You have to know, she has done some very despicable things over the years, trying to use any means to get closer to me… and I have never once faltered until now.
She switched dorms with the girl I was living together with in the academy a year after we met using her sweet honey-dipped words. She was successful even though it was usually against the rules to switch dorms, she somehow convinced the dorm manager and the teachers.
After we started living together, Lancera had become increasingly clingy and all touchy-feely by the day—especially when there were people around.
IT WAS AS IF SHE WAS CLAIMING HER PROPERTY!
Unbelievable. That foolish courage of hers.
I belong to EVERYONE, not just her!
But it wasn't as if I could just shake her off and give her the middle finger or anything. That would inappropriate behavior unsuited for a duke's daughter.
So with Lancera controlling me like a marionette, everyone further firmed their initial beliefs.
We basically never spent any time apart, aside from the different classes we took. The Hall brat had told me that she wanted to change majors, but the teachers wouldn't let her.
Thank goodness!
I wouldn't know what to do if we were enrolled in all the same courses too… I can just imagine a person with violet eyes boring holes in my face throughout the entire class, with everyone else whispering about us.
No matter how much I enjoyed attention, that sort of situation wouldn't feel pleasant.
The thing is… no one felt that we weren't a good pair.
To other people, Lancera was like an icy and unshakable mountain that only tremored when the matter involved me.
Those people thought it was cute.
They also thought that Lancera was an 'esteemed' princess, and only someone of that status is worthy of becoming my better half.
But I'll tell you now. That princess doesn't have any power! And she never will!
But those are my thoughts, not everyone else's.
In addition, Lancera showed herself to be a kind person who was actually very caring, despite the cold exterior she shows—this earned her plenty of fangirls who compared her to the perfect male leads (who are almost always CEOs, princes, or kings *shrug) in the popular romance light novels.
SHE'S FEMALE. FEMALE, OKAY?! AND SHE'LL NEVER BE MALE!!!
And lastly… Lancera was beautiful.
This was something I've always admitted and wholly agreed with.
She was perhaps the most beautiful girl on campus, after me, of course—but it was precisely because of this point that we were shipped even more heavily.
To the people around us, we were a fated pair.
2 people that were made for each other.
Our looks and backgrounds were something they could never reach (of course, there were some exceptions); we seemed like we were from another world.
We were too blinding for them.