You were the daughter of an important ducal couple, you were used to the high class and the presence of nobles. You grew up with the princess and became best friends.

You knew everything about Genevieve and she knew everything about you, no words were needed for the two of you to understand each other.

However, as you grew up, your feelings changed. During your teenage years, you had a huge crush on Genevieve and you almost didn't know how to control it.

You two liked each other, but you never did anything about it, at most a kiss on the corner of the mouth, a caress of the hand under the table during dinner and falling asleep stroking each other's hair; but nothing other and more intimate than that.

Genevieve was jealous of you, she hated it when someone asked if you had a girlfriend, or when someone asked to dance with you at a ball. She wanted you all to herself.

It had been a week since you had seen each other. You were busy with your problems and so was Genevieve. On Saturday you were finally able to see each other. Genevieve wanted to spend the whole day cuddling with you, but she maintained the role of friend.

You watch Genevieve laugh and throw her body back in your secret corner, a small garden hidden behind a big tree and a wall of plants; you went there often and no one bothered you.

You take a sip of the wine you brought and laugh a little, Genevieve is sitting in front of you, and she's close enough so you perfectly smell her anise soap.

Genevieve was telling you something, but she was already planning to charm you because you hadn't visited her for a week.

Seriously! He thought i was going to fall for him and when i called him a pig, his face went completely pale. Genevieve laughs as if it were the best thing that ever happened, recounting the situation she went through with a prieck nobleman the day before your visit.