"And also… I guess… I like you."
"Your Highness, I don't deserve it—"
Rosie put her index finger to Aslan's lips. "I'll be honest. I know you always feel lonely. Even with Howland around you, you still can't be completely happy, can you?"
Aslan fell silent. He looked at Rosie, who looked serious with her words. What Rosie said… was a truth that Aslan had always tried to erase.
He did feel lonely. This huge castle was filled by him alone. Every single day, Aslan could only sit behind his desk with piles of papers he didn't like. However, becoming a duke to fill this territory's position was a direct mandate from the king, and Aslan could not refuse it.
