The night breeze almost freeze you to death, but you didn't want to miss the scene outside the window.

His Highness, your fiance, just arrived from his patrol. He jumped off from his horse and let his other knight bring the horse to its stable.

The servants greet his arrival. And you can't take off from the girl that stand at the middle of servants. She, his childhood friend, gave him an elegant curtsy. You could see he only nod slightly and say 'thank you' then smile slightly when his childhood friend help him taking off his soak robe.

As someone who got arranged marriage with your fiance, you always feel that your presence only get in the way of their relationship. Indeed they don't have any status aside of childhood friendship. But everyone on the castle knows that Cyra loves Asgard—even though Asgard never show up his feelings, neither to Cyra or to yourself.

Asgard was truly a reserved person and an emperor that always treat people with kindness. Include you.

You didn't know how long you were spacing out, until you heard someone's knocking the door and step in. You realised that Asgard's already here. He catches my eyes glancing behind his shoulder. Cyra stood there, still holding his robe.

He turned to Cyra. "Thank you for the help, Cy. You may leave and take a rest."

There's a glimpse of rebuttal on Cyra's eyes. But she managed to hold it into a sweet smile. "You too. Take a rest, Your Highness." She tiptoed and harrowed his hair with her fingers.

He stopped her by reach her wrist. "You may leave," he said again. Then Cyra left both of us alone.

He stepped closer to the seat you've sat to see the night view. When his hand touched your cheek, you turn your gaze down in silent. Then he knelt on the floor to catch your eyes.

"I'll be more happy if you were the one who greeting me, don't you think?"