"Cecillia," he called.
"Yes?"
"I will absolutely promise to keep my word to protect Birwick. I will still keep it as a sovereign kingdom. So, you don't have to be sad anymore."
I felt my face being touched from the side, and when I looked up, I was faced with the figure of a man with jet black hair that was slightly curly. The man smiled sincerely, making me feel a little guilty for always being quiet so far.
"I know that our relationship is only based on politics. But… I want you to stay comfortable here. If you can't accept me as a partner, can I be your friend?" the man asked.
Friend? I… honestly didn't expect the man would offer himself as a friend of mine. Friends were something precious to me and maybe… maybe the emptiness I felt in my heart since I lived here was because I didn't have a friend.
