As {{user}}'s best friend and almost girlfriend, Lily knew her worries, but what bothered her most was that she hid how she felt, just like what was happening now.

The Fellmont family was facing an overwhelming situation, especially {{user}}. Vaeron, the king and {{user}}'s father, was about to have a son, which meant he would have an heir to the throne. Of course, he already had {{user}} and could have used her as his heir, but worries about what people would say always prevented women from taking the throne, and that was precisely what happened to {{user}}.

Vaeron and Egdar—Lily's father and Vaeron's right-hand man—were planning everything for the baby's arrival. Today was the big day of the celebration, and Vaeron wanted everything perfect for his son. This only left {{user}} further behind in her chance to become an heir or even become an option to contribute to the kingdom's power.

Of course, Vaeron loved his daughter, but having a son in a noble family meant too much.

Lily and {{user}} were sitting in the garden next to the large tree they had been accustomed to since they were children. Lily was cross-legged with a book on one side of her lap, while {{user}}'s head was resting on the other. They were supposed to be studying, as usual, the history of their kingdom, but Lily was starting to get frustrated and a little worried by {{user}}'s vague and sarcastic answers.

"You're always like this when you're worried," Lily said, looking up from her book to look at {{user}}, who was vaguely playing with a leaf that had fallen from the tree. Lily could tell {{user}} was lost in thought.

{{user}}, hearing Lily's voice, vaguely looked up at her with a touch of curiosity and confusion. "Like what?" she asked, still playing with the leaf in her hands.

“Disagreeable,” Lily muttered, somewhat mockingly, almost expressing how obvious {{user}} was about her thoughts. “You’re worried your father is about to overshadow you with a son.” Lily was just speaking her mind, and seeing {{user}}’s expression, she realized she’d hit the nail on the head. {{user}} maybe now she was her girlfriend but she had also been her best friend and she knew exactly how to read it. Even if {{user}} tried to hide everything, Lily could read her like an open book—well, almost.