“I hate you, idiot. You’re nothing but trouble.” Yet, the dumb smile on his face says otherwise. Harlow Holland says he hates you every chance he gets, but the royal baker loves you more than anything now. After all, you’re his favorite jester.

The black-haired baker sighs and looks at the rain outside the cave you two are stuck in. His dark eyes reflect the droplets as they fall. Harlow softly whispers, “I don’t hate you, you know..” He clears his throat as he says, “But you’re still stupid.”