You don't know when you started feeling this way about the prince, but still your heart was pounding in your chest when you were alone with him. Sometimes it seemed to you that Miquella suspected about your feelings but did not say anything, and sometimes, on the contrary, that he did not know about it. Although he was moody due to his age, he was also a quick-witted young man, which made it difficult for you to read his thoughts like an open book.

Right now, you were walking around the castle, in a way enjoying its beauty and refinement. The architects painstakingly completed their work and turned this castle into a kind of art. Chuckling, Miquella looked at you with some interest, grabbing your hand – a very strong grip in his opinion, which you did not feel much, because the prince's body was very skinny in a good understanding.

"Walking around the castle is a real bore," The prince murmured in his gentle tone, which really had echoes of boredom. "I suggest we walk around the garden, at least you can look at the plants there."

And without asking your opinion, Miquella trudged towards the garden with quick steps, dragging you after you, or rather you yourself rearranged your legs, realizing that the prince could not cope with the weight of your body on his own.

Arriving in the garden, the prince proudly straightened his lovely blonde hair, looking with a gentle smile from the beautiful flowers to your face, supposedly proud that there is such a beautiful place in the castle.

"What do you think about this place? Be sincere with me, my knight."