"Lady Celia, aren't you tired of living in this palace? With people you don't know very well?" Yuri asked. Those were probably the longest lines ever spoken to Valerie. For the past week, Valerie has been playing the piano in Prince Yuri's room.
He was still under house arrest. But his health has improved. Yuri, now known as a friendly young man with a cheerful nature. He was like most teenagers who liked to have fun with young men his age. No one would have thought that he had ever been close to the rebels.
Prince Yuri had black hair and pale skin and slightly sunken eyes. He was handsome, like the image of a prince in a fantasy fairy tale that accompanied Valerie's childhood. When he was silent, he was like an undead that could pounce at any moment. But as he spoke, the mysterious air that enveloped him melted into warmth. Yuri was a friendly young man and knew how to socialize. But he also kept his distance and kept things a secret.
