During his childhood, Vilian looked around. Can I still see that girl today? The girl is none other than his half-sister from the same father but different mother, the princess.
He used the excuse of going to the bathroom to delay meeting "father". Anyway, they feel it's a good thing not to disturb too much. Mother and father are each other's solid existence in the world. Therefore, Vilian moved his steps to the place where he first met the girl.
It is said that she is the princess beloved by the queen. The queen built a private garden and horse stable for the princess. When Vilian arrived, the garden was empty. He then went to the horse stable. Fortunately, Serafina was riding a horse there.
That girl is riding on a big horse, riding very fast. Can I ride as fast as her? This makes people can't help but think. Unlike vilian, who almost falls off the horse every time he gets on, Serafina rides confidently and beautifully.
Same inheritance of the blood of the king, why am I so ignorant? Is it because my mother's lineage is lowly?
Whenever he saw that girl, he always felt intimidated. A pitiful prince, always insignificant and humble. That was the definition Vilian gave himself.
At this time, the horse's movement stopped. It was the princess who stopped talking. She naturally pulled the hand of the attendant to dismount.
What's going on?
...
That is a little girl who is only 13 years old. Nevertheless, a unique and precious demeanor is still evident on her face. A deep voice. A numb expression. Although her face turns red when riding a horse, she doesn't appear shallow, but rather natural.
I, I, I...
Vilian stuttered. She had a patient expression on her face. But she neither spoke harshly like her mother, nor did she belittle herself like her father did when he left his position. She waited patiently.
You, me, I come to see... You've arrived.
Why do you come to see me?
Serafina's tone was full of "incredulity". Vilian lost even more confidence.
That is, you... ... You... ... You... ...
Ah, because you want to ride a horse?
In the face of Serafina's questioning, Vilian simply nodded. Because understanding one's own feelings is very good.
Do you want to ride?
Ha, ha, but, I...will fall down...obviously...
Even if it falls down, just climb back up, come on up.
This is a rare day when serafina, who is usually oblivious to vilian, shows kindness. Riding under serafina's guidance, he still feels incredulous, as if in a dream.
I will help you not fall.
Neither is she as neurotic and pushy as a mother, nor does she look down on him like a teacher. Smart as she is, she knows where he stands now, yet she reaches out to him proactively.
That day, Vilian was able to ride a horse normally for the first time.
Vilian thought. Just because of this small reason, that little girl became the most important and special existence in his heart.