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Summer became a season I like.
Somehow, the many things that happened ever since it started, I don't really know if I should say they are completely bad but I feel most have been good.
Days have passed since that night at the Summer Festival, and yet, I feel as nice a shyness every time I cross gazes with the Crown Prince these days.
That night, after we fled the parade of dancers, I felt how some kind of complicity was decided between the prince and me. One that continues untold and somehow on edge...
It was a quiet return to the palace… and yet… it felt warm and natural… comfortable even in the nervousness his sole presence meant for our maiden souls.
— I hope tonight is remembered by the lady as a pleasant memory... For it is to remain as such for me… —
'Oh lord...'
