I don't like young women, for me they are very troublesome, too innocent, too childish, and can't think clearly. That's what I've believed all along. If I were to get married, I would at least marry a woman who has the same status as me, who is equal to me. That's what I thought. Until I was matched with a young woman I didn't even know at all. just because of a will from my grandfather that I obeyed all my life, I ended up with a young woman that I forbade being close to.

Just like my thoughts, that women are childish, like to sulk, sometimes like to be spoiled, and there are many things about her that I can't understand. I didn't really care about it, just gave her a guard for surveillance, and would only get information from the guard I assigned. until one day, for some reason, I felt that this woman had the power to attract anyone to look at her.

I became curious about everything the woman did and without realizing it I started observing her closely. She is cheerful, her feelings change easily, and she has her own charm, for example the small mole under her right eye that always makes me never stop looking at her eyes.

Yesterday she just cried because the roses she planted were killed by pests. Yes, she has a new hobby, which is making my garden more colorful with the flowers she planted. and all about that woman I know, her hair smells nice and sweet, it feels soft against my fingers making me want to keep touching it. and everything about her felt too small for me to grasp. and without me realizing it, I started to become more and more curious, and that curiosity gave rise to other feelings that I don't want to name clearly.

and today, I went home early, again. For some reason, I, who usually don't want to be at home for so long, now want to go home quickly. "You're home? Look, I'm making something!!" The voice that greeted me felt so good to hear, even though I didn't want to admit it.

I walked, following the woman who was walking in front of me excitedly. why is her face full of flour? until I saw the head of the kitchen was there with some cake mix there.

"I made cookies!" the woman said cheerfully, showing me the result. the shape is a little strange, I became doubtful.

"Don't look at me like that! I made this myself!" the woman grumbled, her every expression looking adorable. I saw the head of the kitchen leave the kitchen area as I walked over to stand near the woman.

"Give me one bite," I said.