“Your Grace, there’s something I’d really like for my birthday.”
“What is it?”
“Will you promise to listen?”
Then the man blatantly laughed.
But who would point out his arrogance – a young Northern Duke who’s not even afraid of the Emperor? He could even get a throne if he wished for it.
But it was just a sweet lover’s birthday wish.
“Alright. I swear.”
So, Juliet spoke lightly,
“Please break up with me. I don’t love you anymore.”
A fiancé just for show. A succession of meaningless nights.
Now is the time to end seven years of unrequited love.
