[If you want to last long in here until a miracle comes, then keep up the pretense. I don't mind, even if you keep using me as your means of survival. After all, the reason you're here is because of my foolishness.]
Hera stared blankly at the vase before her. After leaving Leo in the garden, she returned to her room to arrange a vase for Dragon. However, since her return, she hadn't touched the flowers or the vase. Instead, she found herself preoccupied with the brief conversation she had with Leo.
"He shouldn't have brought it up," she murmured, suppressing the rising tension in her throat. "Why did he say it? Could he possibly like me?"
Confusion clouded her mind, leaving her uncertain about which emotions to embrace. She plucked a rose from the basket, its thorns already trimmed, rendering it harmless to handle.
