"I know that a parent can love a child. I know a man love a woman. But in the the end, I can not tell you what Love is supposed to be Rouge." The maid spoke opening the book.
"Then I guess that weird feeling was not love." Rouchefort smiled in relief.
"What was the weird feeling like?"
Rouchefort was thoughtful for a moment before he answered.
"I just felt like I was caught in a trap. I couldn't let my eyes look away from lady Elena. She looked so beautiful that I was happy seeing her face. My heart pounded in my chest like I was running from something. And now, my body feels warm at the single thought of her." Rouchefort gazed into empty space as he spoke.
His eyes were warm and calm. This was what a nine year old boy looked like when in love.
"Could something be wrong with me?" He snapped looking worried.
