Late at night when the moon rises high.
Strangely, it was a night when I couldnât sleep.
I was sitting in my bedroom reading a book with a small light on.1
However, the contents of the book were not noticeable.
Itâs been a long time since I opened the bookshelf, but it still stayed on the same page.
"What a book in this mood."
I covered the book and threw it sideways.
I know all too well why Iâm feeling down right now.
"Why do you keep making that expression?"
At times like this, I resent the fact that I can read his feelings well from his expressionless face at first glance.
Before Caitlyn came in when he gets close as if kissing.
On Perezâs face, there were other emotions ahead of the excitement about the situation to come.
Anxiety.
He was anxious as if he would lose me even though I was lying right in front of him.
âIâll take you there.â
âThe guests are waiting, Perez, see you later.â
And when I turned around, refusing.
Perez was afraid.
I canât pretend I donât know if Iâm trying to pretend I donât know.
"Whoa."
My sigh grew heavy.
There was also irritation.
"Why was I pounding so hard?"
When I thought of Perez, I was angry at my heart that responded together.
It was then.
Knock! Knock!
A low knock rang through the quiet room.
There was no word to tell who he was.
But it was obvious who was standing outside the door.
Thump! Thump!
My heart, which seemed to calm a little, jumped again.
The door was opened.
"Hi, Perez."
It was Perez who was standing, drawing a long shadow in the light of the hallway.
"...Are you okay?"
Perez didnât come in front of the door, but immediately looked at my face and asked.
His brief gaze makes me feel strange again.
"Itâs cold at night, come in and talk."
When I said that, Perez quickly stepped inside and close the door.
I was just saying it for the guy who ran the horse at night.
Perez probably took it as a sign that I was cold.
I sat next to Perez and prepared a tea.
Just like I always did when he came.
Between the teacup and the clatter of preparing the kettle, Perez said.
"Iâm sorry, I came to you all of a sudden, Tia."
"You donât have to be sorry."
I laughed brightly on purpose.
But the smile didnât last long.
"Because Caitlyn said that your complexion is not good."
Caitlyn has good eyes.
After encountering each other this afternoon, she returned to the Palace and immediately informed Perez.
"Really? Iâm fine. Why would Caitlyn say that?"
But the moment I said that a heavy teapot slipped out of my hand.
"Oops!"
It wasnât dangerous.
However, as the teacup fell, hot water almost flowed into my dress.
But that did not happen.
It was because his hand wrapped around the falling teacup.
Of course, the hot tea water had spilled over into Perezâs hands.
"Perez!"
It was hotter than usual because the night air was chilly.
"Youâre so-!"
If he had left it alone, he wouldnât have been hurt and so I am.
Iâm wearing a thick robe over my pajamas, so it probably wetting the hem a little.
But why?
I quickly took the teacup out of Perezâs hand and wiped it off with a towel.
And I shouted at Perez.
"Why are you being so reckless? What if you get really hurt!"
"Itâs better than you getting hurt."
"Perez, you..."
I was speechless.
No matter how many calluses you have, youâll definitely feel pain.
There was no sign of such pain in Perezâs face.
His eyes were only looking at me.
Even now, I could see how angry I was at myself, and I was looking at it with careful eyes.
I lowered my head a little, prevented Perez from seeing my face, and wiped his hands more carefully.
In the meantime, his skin became redder.
"It looks like it hurts."
"Not really."
Perez replied and looked at the hem of my robe.
It was to make sure that there was no hot water splashing.
I got emotional.
"Youâre going to feel a lot of pain for a while."
"Itâs okay."
âIt might even get blisters.â
"Itâs okay."
"It could be a scar."
"...Itâs okay, Tia."
"Whatâs all right about that!"
Eventually, I let out a loud voice.
I could feel Perezâs red eyes staring at me.
"Perez, why are you... Why do you keep..."
I couldnât speak very well.
All kinds of emotions and thoughts seemed to have gathered in my heart.
I sat with my mouth shut because I thought something strange would pop up if I did something wrong.
Without even realizing that my hand was holding Perezâs hand tightly.
Then Perez swept away my hair with his uninjured hand.
It was a friendly and somber touch.
"I like you, Tia."6
Perez said.
"Youâre the most precious thing to me. So, donât cry."5
Only then did I realize.
The fact that Iâm crying.
Drop.
I could feel a drop of tears running down my right cheek.
Perez looked at me with distressed eyes somewhere, and carefully wiped my tears with his fingers.
"Donât cry."
But Perezâs words were of no use.
Tears kept falling down.
"Perez."
"Huh?"
"Why...? Why do you like me?"1
Perez has wrinkles on his forehead.
And he answered.
"You gave me the world."7
I could feel his big hand surrounding my right cheek affectionately.
"You told me, I had to live."
Perezâs eyes smiled.
Somehow, the image of a young man overlapped.
The little man that looked at me with the grass around his mouth.
"So from that day on, I..."
Perez kissed my forehead.
And rubbed his forehead to mine carefully.
"I lived for you, Tia."2
Perezâs nose stuck on the tip of my nose.
"I canât help but love you."1
"Do you... love me?"
My asking voice was damp and trembling.
"From the moment we first met."
There was a laugh in his voice.
"You were my world..."
I overlapped my lips on Perezâs lips.8
The tears that flowed through it permeated the salty taste, but it didnât matter.
I grabbed his shirt and pulled him as close as I could, bringing his lips.
I could see that my lips which were out of breath with the scent of Perez, and my fingertips holding his shirt were trembling finely.
And Perezâs big hand covered my hand.
He held my trembling hand.
"Sigh."
A small breath eventually burst out of my mouth in my heart pounding as if I had been running.
And as if it were a signal, Perez began to move.
His hand which was wrapped in a towel, suddenly released freely and penetrated between my neck and hair.
His hard fingers touched the line of my chin and my earlobe.
Every time he did that, I felt like a spark was flying inside me.
Every time Perezâs lips rush through my lips.
"Haa!"
Every time the tip of his tongue touches me.
Like beating and flinting.
Before I knew it, I wrapped my arm around Perezâs neck.
Our bodies were in contact without an inch of the gap.
"Tia."
The flame kept growing as Perez called me in a low voice.
Even though his hands, which go down my waist and grabbed me with a strong grip, heâll quickly release his strength.
Even that hesitation as if he was afraid if I would break.
Even the thirst that comes again when Iâm out of breath and he takes off his lips and retreat.
All have been handed down to me.
"Haa..."
Perez took off his lips when I was having a hard time.
However, his rough fingers rubbed my lips continuously.
When I opened my eyes slightly, I encountered red eyes looking at me as if I was possessed.
There was only me in it.
The only thing I could see was his burning eyes.
But for a moment, his eyes shook.
"Perez?"
"...Why?"
In a low, rough voice, Perez asked me.
"Why are you grieving?"
And before I knew it, I looked at my new tears.
Iâm crying.
Perhaps Perez was more distressed.
I said as Perez had done for me, sweeping his cheeks tenderly.
"Iâm going to be a Matriarch, Perez."
"I know."
"And you must ascend the throne."
"...I suppose so."
"How can I not be sad when we see the end of us like that?"1
My heart is trembling like this.
It says I want to be with him.
I want him to give up everything for me, even though I know I canât.1
I want to pour out such selfish greed.
I kissed Perezâs lips once again.
Itâs different from before.
It was a careful kiss.
"Tia."
He looked into my eyes to see if he felt it, too.
"The Imperial Law does not prevent the second son from becoming Emperor. Itâs just that thereâs no precedent, and it doesnât stop a woman from becoming a householder."
I spoke in a calm voice as much as I could.
"But as a householder, she canât be the Empress."
More precisely, the moment she becomes Empress, the woman loses all her inheritance rights.
Just as it is absorbed as an Imperial existence.
The name of the family from which they were born can only leave a trace as the middle name.
I put mine on Perezâs forehead and said.
"Iâll choose my family, again and again, Perez. Iâll choose Lombardy."
I didnât want to lie to him.
Perezâs long eyelashes were seen shaking.
"Iâm sorry."
I said it with all my heart.
"However..."
"Stop."
Perez also kissed me and said.
"Donât be sad anymore, Tia."
Warm hands approached me preciously.
"You donât have to be sad because of that."
"What do you mean...?"
Perez looked at me silently.
"To me, a world that cannot be with you is meaningless."2
Perezâs voice was low.
"So Iâm thinking of changing the world. So you donât have to worry, Tia."5
The man who said so rubbed his face against my neck and my slanted hair.
"Donât be sad."
A red rose-like scent came to swallow me.
"When youâre sad, itâs like someoneâs cutting my heart with a knife."
Perez said, hugging me tightly.
"So donât be sad, Tia."
So I didnât see his red eyes cast a cruel light.
* * *
Lombardy Scholarship Day.
The mansion was as noisy as always on a scholarship day.
Looking out of the window, more people were arriving, even though it was held earlier than it had been scheduled.
I leaned against the window sill and was looking down for a moment when I heard a knock.
"Come on in."
The door opened quietly with my permission.
"Lady Florentia."
"Welcome, Caitlyn."
Caitlyn, who came into the room first, stood aside and I saw the person standing behind her.
I greeted her gladly even when I saw her.
"Welcome to Lombardyâs mansion, Miss Ramona."
Ramona, who has beautiful red hair and blue eyes, looked nervous.
"No, Iâm going to call it properly now."
I approached and smiled, reaching out one hand for a handshake.
"Welcome, Lady Ramona Brown."