In the middle of the night, wearing a pair of starlit pajamas and a shirt, Elizabeth carefully sewed a fabric with utmost concentration.
"...Princess, do you like that man?"
Elizabeth suddenly froze while looking at the mirror. She almost dropped the sewing kit she was holding.
From the corner of the mirror, a woman with a cold and quiet expression stood. She had long blue hair and wore a white royal guard uniform.
Clara Augustin.
Both of them stared at each other for a while, speechless. Elizabeth didn't know what to say, merely sighing.
"..."
"..."
After a while of awkward silence, she pursed her lips and shook her head in calm denial.
"Clara, what are you saying? That's preposterous."
"... Is that so?"
"I can't like someone… I don't think I'm ready for something like that. And besides… I don't want to be the second disaster of the kingdom, haha…"
