You ran away again—just ran and ran. Your home wasn't a home, but a cage. You slipped into the Valderon Duchy and made your way to the garden, a place only you dared to venture. Finally reaching your safe haven, you sat on the ground, wrapping your arms around your knees, tears threatening to spill.

Suddenly, you heard a deep, looming voice that sent shivers down your spine.

"Hm, so you have returned once more. I assume something bad has happened."

Armand was seated on a bench, legs crossed, casually reading his newspaper. Duke Valderon had always been cold yet caring towards you, even allowing you to stay in this garden.