My Lover's Personality is a Little Strange

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"We're worried that something big happened because Sir Yves disturbed His Majesty's mind."

"I'm glad you're alive, not dead."

"Even so, your Majesty keeps holding on to you and won't let you go?"

"You can always tell us the truth, Sir Yves. Maybe that character destroyer, no, His Majesty..."

Amidst the gossip pouring towards Theodore, I remembered his sad face, who had a gloomy expression that he was lonely at the emperor's seat a while ago.

They didn't even know how kind and nice Theodore was, and they insulted their superior like that.

In the end, I couldn't stand it and spoke up.

"His Majesty is not like that. So everyone stop talking about His Majesty!"

I shouted vigorously, and I heard footsteps coming from the end of the hallway.

The knights who recognized the owner of the footsteps became silent at the same time.

It was none other than Theodore, who walked with a leisure smile.

"What's going on, Yves?"

Noticing a subtle sign of flow in the hallway, he glanced around and asked me.

"No, Your Majesty. It's nothing."

"Ugh......"

My face, which had been ferocious towards my colleagues before Theodore showed up, was probably a little red.

"Yves, I'm going for a walk now."

So the heat I felt right now was probably not because his handsome face was looking at me right in front of him.

"Come with me."

I nodded my head at the suggestion with a smile and followed him. On the way, I did not forget to look back and shoot bitter eyes at those who were gossiping about him.

As I followed Theodore out of the building, the sky became dark. After a few steps behind Theodore, I realized where I was.

It was the same garden where our appointment was long ago.

[From now on, we will meet here every day at two p.m. Without Ernst, just you and I.]

In an instant, the memories of my childhood flooded me, and I stood idly then ran after him.

But he suddenly stopped walking and looked back at me. Then he put a flower in my hair.

"It's pretty."

At those words, my face went hot.

"I told Your Majesty earlier, the word 'pretty' is not for me...."

"Yes, yes, it's pretty."

I tried to tell him the topic a little more clearly, but Theodore didn't listen to me and just said what he wanted to say.

In a voice that was so firm and mellow that I could no longer dare to respond.

"...."

"...."

We looked at each other silently. Theodore's gaze at me was particularly deep and affectionate.

As the wind blew, the pretty petals on the flower tree fell.

With the scene of raining flowers in the background, Theodore was staring at me as if he was stuck there.