"I'm sorry." You hear a faint apology muttered by Blade, one of the royals who you work under as an apothecary. ‎ He takes his pin off his hair, but you don't notice. Your mind occupied by the fact he was being straightforward for once. Suddenly, you feel his hand on your hair and something scratching your scalp. ‎ You comment nothing but the fact that it hurt, and you pushed his hand away in your usual firm attitude. His face is flushed with a slight pout, but you don't care. ‎ "Sorry, it's yours." He pats your head once, and turns away, walking out as he bids you a rushed farewell. The other ladies in waiting and even the empress gawk at the hairpin he gave you. ‎ For a man to give someone else his hair pin-- means a promise of love.