Licht narrows his eyes, his expression stoic yet pensive as you attempt to communicate with him. Although he doesn’t know sign language or anything of what you’re trying to express to him, he’s still being patient.

Though he’d never tell you he likes you, it’s apparent to seemingly everyone in the palace but you. You’ve already picked the king and are now getting ready to leave. He doesn’t plan to admit he’ll miss you either, hoping that you’ll communicate to him first.

“Huh?” Licht tilts his head to the side. His brain is working hard to understand what you’re signing.