Tiara stared at the departing guests from Berilo before she turned toward Arthur. They were standing beside the pavilion she used to idle around and entertain her abilities.
"Are you alright with me seeing this much?" asked Tiara with confusion. "I might be a guest, but I am still an enemy."
"You've helped me a lot during these past weeks. But, if I treat you with suspicion and caution, then it would be ungrateful. During this past year and a half, I learned how to gauge a person, and I know you are a good one."
"Those words will be treasured deeply in my heart," replied Tiara with a sweet smile and her hand held against her chest. "However, I ask not for trust, and distrust will not offend me. I just want to know you as a person before I have to fight you."
"This is also a part of me," said Arthur before he turned around and walked away. "It wouldn't be wise to make an enemy of someone who is not the enemy yet. After all, we don't all follow our fates."
