Born in the line for possible next heir to the throne, everything in my life has been served on a silver platter.

Living in a large castle, carefree life, extravagant clothes, abundant amount of money and toys.

I have everything someone could hope they have in a lifetime along with a loving mother and father I didn’t once think that I want anything more.

“...Mother, Why do I have to read all these books? I rather play outside.”

“Now, now Eris my dear, your father has great expectations from you and is already planning to turn over the title of Emperor to you when the time comes so let’s not disappoint him, okay?”

“Ehh~? Why not just pick one of my brothers or my cousins? I don’t want to be an Emperor in the first place. It seems like a tiring job to do.”

“It is and that is why your father wants you to take over after him, Because he knows that you’ll be able to do it.”

“Boring~”

Whining and complaining is all I did in the early days of childhood as I found it dull and bothersome that they picked me as an heir for the throne when I didn’t even want to.

Looking back I truly wonder what went into the mind of those fools to force a 9 year old to study the way of leading an empire.

Did their brains start growing mushrooms or something?

But now with a more mature mind, reexamining that situation I noticed that there is no love in my parents eyes like I thought they have.

They merely see me as another pawn they could use for their own gain.

My father sees me as a tool from my vast knowledge and talent.

My mother only sees me as a means to gain more riches from my father.

I realized those things far too late in life, letting them use me like a tool that they have bought and owned.

At that time as well, my siblings and everyone in my family had grown cold towards me.

Due to competition for the throne they saw me as another hurdle and enemy, ganging up on me with every chance they have.

Sometimes they would beat me to a pulp and at rare times they would play dangerous pranks on me. From dousing me with ice cold water to putting centipedes and rats into my garments.

Nevertheless despite the constant abuse I was receiving I didn’t dare tell them to our parents for the simple reasons that I see them as my siblings, that I couldn’t bring myself to hate them as we are related by blood, such stupid reasoning back then that become the reason for my painful end.

But that’s when I started to question something; [Does no one in this house really cares for me?]

As sometimes my mother and father would catch glimpses of my bruises and wounds that I tried to hide under layers of dresses but instead of questioning me for where it came from and who did it to me.

They would just scold me instead, saying something like ‘stop acting like an unruly child’ or ‘elegance is the essence of a lady and you failed it’.

‘You’re the heir of the empire, stop creating problems for us.’

After a few years of those same words echoing inside my mind, it finally occurred to me.

That they merely see me as a tool that they would use until it couldn’t be used anymore and needs to be replaced.

Everything from that day onward was too painful to remember, as they would lash my palms and knees when I got something wrong, imprison me for weeks if I tried to disobey and finally threaten me if I didn't listen.

At some point in my 14th birthday I have given up in escaping their clutches, Once in a while a passing thought occurrs in my head that I should just kill myself, deeming it to be the only way out of this hell.

Everything and everyone is painful in my eyes. I loathe them, I want them dead, I want to be dead!

Isn’t there supposed to be a god that saves those that are in pain? A god that helps those in need?

Then where was he when I needed him?!

Where was he during those times when I was imprisoned and starved in the attic?!

Where was he when I continued to plead for help and cried for the pain I was feeling?!

Where in the world is he?!

....Ah

.....I understand...He doesn’t exist, does he.

From that day forward my eyes had lost every glint of hope it held.

I have finally given up on everything and merely followed orders from my parents.

I have no one to lean on and no one to be with.

I was all alone.

I want to be with someone, I want to be saved.

I read it from those fairytales that every princess has her prince that will save her from pain.

Yet in my case no one came.

But amidst the despair she came.

The person that will save me finally came like the star in the darkest of night.

She became my one and only light.

My True Knight.

It was when I was reading a book at the courtyard of the castle and there that I met a young girl wearing a dirt maid outfit; unruly brown hair, sapphire blue eyes and a stink beyond compare.

My first impression of her was filthy.

“Unmatched Filthiness.”

I uttered out of reflexes.

The moment those words escaped my mouth, her face quickly turned red and tensed up in anger.

“OI!…YOU JUST CALLED ME FILTHY!!”

The mad woman roared from those simple true words of mine.

Realizing my mistake I stood up from my seat and approached her.

“My bad, I just said out of reflexes.”

“That doesn’t make it any less bad!”

The small child screamed as she pounced towards and started shaking me violently from side to side.

I’m really surprised that she can treat the heir of this empire like this without any hesitation whatsoever.

“Please get away from me, you stink so bad.”

I accidentally uttered again which just brought down the wrath of this girl down to me more.

After some time of trying to calm her down I finally got her to introduce herself and her purpose here.

Her name is Oriana Nouvel and it appears that she has snuck in here past all the guards and into the castle to steal some food at the storage room.

‘This kid.’

“Are you perhaps what people commonly call an ‘idiot’?”

I blurted out with zero hesitation for the third time.

“Hahahahahaha……………………...…hey.…do you want me to beat you up again?”

“I would gladly decline the offer.”

Seeing her pissed off face I quickly calmed her down as I didn't want her to try and get any more close as she stinks.

But for a child like her to get passed all of the guards she must have an accomplice.

“Hey stinkid.”

“Stop giving me weird nicknames!”

“Are you with somebody?”

“Haah!? Of course I’m alone. I don’t wanna share what I stole with anyone.”

Hey, hey. So you’re telling me this kid managed to sneak past all the guards patrolling around here alone while wearing a maid outfit and without any tools to back her up.

“Just for reference, how old are you?”

“11.”

She’s 2 years younger than me!

Just how did she manage to sneak in here?!, this is the main castle for christ sake.

Are the guards actually doing their jobs properly?

I really don’t really want to deal with her, I will try to stall her for sometime until the guards arrive and then turn her over.

Yes, that’s a reasonable conclusion. She seems gullible enough so I don’t think it would be that hard.

“Hey…”

Turning my head towards her came no one.

No one is there.

Wait, wait, wait! don’t tell me she already left for the storage room?!

Realizing the idiot left me for the storage in such a short amount of time without even making a sound, I ran with all my might in an effort to catch up to her.

I can see how she managed to get into the castle unnoticed with these skills.

Running from the courtyard to the back of the castle where the storage room is located I came into a rowdy scene.

In front of the storage room is a small girl being pinned down to the ground by the guards on patrol.

‘Ah, she’s been caught.’

I expected as much.

Realizing the girl has finally been apprehend by the guards I started retreating back in the bushes.

Well that’s what she gets for coming here in the first place.

“Let me go! You fuckers!”

“Stop squiggling you brat!”

Struggling like that will just worsen your situation, you’ll probably either get a 50 year imprisonment or a swift execution from your transgression.

Truly a moron.

“I haven’t even stolen anything yet! So let me fucking go!”

Yeah, she’s definitely a moron.

‘Shit...’

Struggling out of the restraint I was put in, the hard ground sullied my already dirty face.

How did they notice me? I was quiet the whole time I even stayed here for weeks on end watching their changes in shifts.

No one could have tattled and noticed, No one!....no one?

AHHHH! that sharp-mouthed brat tattled me!

That one I met at the courtyard!

Tch, She better be ready cause I will whoop her ass when I get out of here!

Amping up my attempts to escape a sudden voice cutted into the fray. A voice so dry that you would think it came from a corpse, a voice that I’ve just heard once yet left the most largest impression.

“That’s enough. That girl is with me, let her go.”

A voice of total defeat. Lacking passion and compassion.

Looking up there stood the girl I had previously met in the courtyard.

“You—!”

About to growl my complaints, her cold foggy eyes stop my words from coming out. Turning her head down on me I could feel her icy glare piercing my very core, like she was telling me to shut my mouth in that instant.

Seeing her intent behind that glare I lowered myself and closed my mouth.

“But Princess—”

“Oh?...You DARE question my authority?”

“No, not all! We’ll release the girl quickly!”

From just one order the guards immediately dissipated leaving me with this girl.

Regaining my balance I briskly stood on the ground and looked at the red-haired girl in complete confusion.

“Why—”

“If you’ve learned your lesson then leave now, I don’t want to see you prowling around here again.”

Wait—”

“I said LEAVE.”

Not even letting a question in or even conversation for that matter the red-haired left without any more words.

‘Why does she sound so desperate?’

I ask myself at that moment.

Her face, her eyes, and her voice all wanting me to leave not because she hates me here.

But because it’s safer for me to leave.

I really don’t know what came to me at that moment but seeing her downcast gaze and her dejected face burns my chest so painfully.

After that fateful meeting I asked myself every single moment of what could be troubling her, what could she have experienced for her to look like that, what could have made her look so sad and alone.

Day after day that face bothers me every single moment that I couldn’t eat nor sleep properly.

That expression in the girl's face that I hated so much.

The face of hopelessness.

Clenching my fist in anger I have decided that there is only one way this feeling will disappear.

And that is to meet her again.

The red girl in the castle.

Sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard I flipped through the pages of my books in boredom.

My arms and legs tense up with every passing second as I just got lashed at that part moments after that girl left.

It seems that the guard reported it to my mother in which she didn’t take a liking, resulting in her berating me of how I could bring such a vile ‘animal’ into the castle grounds and as punishment for it she lash my arms and legs.

Even after 4 days the pain is still there, pain so great that I could barely sit and stand properly.

I even got scolded at dinner last time as I was jittering on my table from the pain on my legs.

I really shouldn’t have stuck out my head to save that moron. Taking this punishment for her is just plain stupid.

I hate the pain I’m feeling right now, I hate that I did what I did during that time, I hate that I took another punishment due to my naivety.

Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to stop myself to think that I shouldn't regret making that decision and that It's great that I saved the girl from two gruesome faiths.

“Tch, This is really an annoying feeling to have.”

I grumbled to myself.

“What’s annoying?”

“Waahh!”

Jumping to the side from the sudden voice on my right I turned my head to see a familiar stench and face.

“You!”

“Sup! I came to hang out!”

Sitting beside me was that girl once again. With a clear day smile on her face.

“What are you doing here!? Didn’t I tell you already that I do not want to see you here!?”

“I don’t remember agreeing to anything you said back then. So I have no obligation to follow you, Miss Red!”

She replied with a smug smile while dusting off her maid outfit and after so casually offered her hand for me to stand up.

Staring at her dumbfoundedly I found myself at a loss for words in her presence.

She really is a down to earth idiot.

And the type of idiot that I really couldn’t understand.

“I don’t want to touch your filthy hand, I can stand on my own.”

“What did you say!”

Letting out a sigh I slowly stood clearly struggling to even lift myself from the ground.

My wounds hurts too much, I couldn’t even move my legs anymore.

Gritting my teeth in pain, I somehow maintained a calm face and stood up on my own.

“Something wrong, Miss Red? You look like you're in pain for a second there.”

Looking at me perplexed, the stinky kid asked me with concern in her voice.

“I’m fine and stop calling me ‘Miss Red’, I have a name if you’re not aware, stinkid.”

“I have one as well and yet you still haven’t used it! So for the sake of fairness I gave you a nickname as well!”

“.....suit yourself.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh from her antics, I waved her off as I went to pick up the book I dropped.

Picking it up a sudden stink suddenly got closer to my shoulder as she suddenly leaned on left.

“Heh...so you like reading books, that’s cute.”

“Stop getting closer to me, you stink!”

I squealed as I covered my nose with my book.

“Stop saying I stink, don’t you have any decency?!”

“I don’t want to hear decency from you!”

“What did you say!?”

As our conversation grew heated once again she quickly pounced on my face and started beating the lights out of me.

And out of reflexes I too had started fighting back to get her stench away from me.

We keep going at it for a long while before we can hear guards slowly coming to investigate the sound.

“The guards!”

“Tch! This is your fault.”

“Wh-what?! You’re the one that keeps calling me stinky!”

This is bad, just plain bad. If they catch me again with her then I would definitely get lashes in my whole body and starve for weeks.

And this girl would surely get an execution sentenced upon her.

Realizing the severity of the consequences if we get caught now I quickly grabbed her by the hand and started dragging her away and towards the backdoor of the mansion.

“W-wait where are we going?!”

“Just be quiet and follow me!”

I’m used to sneaking out and in the mansion so I’m well aware of the shift patterns the maids follow and same for the guards, making me confident that I will not be caught.

One more thing that I got from my constant sneaking is the knowledge of hidden passages around the mansion, one of which is a pathway from my bedroom closet towards the back of the mansion.

It’s honestly weird at first that my bedroom can be infiltrated by a backdoor but after a while I got really used to it and overall forgot about the uneasiness with it, though I still lay down traps everytime I sleep so anyone who tries to get in my bedroom will suffer first.

Reaching what seems to be the back part of the mansion I let go of the stinky girl's hand and started brushing off the bushes in an attempt to find a clearing.

“What are we even doing here?! Don’t you have a plan!?”

Whispering in an annoying panicked tone I responded to her with a glare in which she took and quiver back.

‘Found it!’

Finally clearing every bush and dirt in a certain part of the wall a button is visible.

Not wasting any more seconds I pressed the button on the wall.

And in an instant a low rumbling of rocks can be heard and along with it is the opening of a small entrance in front of our very eyes.

The girl beside me just looked at what was happening in clear shock, and looking at her face closely it’s probably the same expression I had when I first discovered this entrance as well.

Grabbing her hand again I led her inside as the entrance closed abruptly after opening for at least 15 seconds.

I do not why it’s 15 seconds but it’s probably something to do with the mechanism within it.

With the stone slab door closing behind us our sight was soon engulfed by darkness, but knowing we still needed to return to my room I started walking with the girl in tow.

The darkness around us is really nothing to scoff at, it was dark enough that closing your eyes and opening them did not make a single change and most of all definitely terrifying enough to fuel someone’s imagination for them to break a sweat.

But for it’s nothing to be bothered with really, for I’m not really afraid of the dark, I’m more so used to them by now. From my days at the attics and my usual prowling around here laying traps, it merely became natural for me to find the dark nothing but just another environment to be in.

Yes I’m really not afraid of the dark....But I couldn't say the same for her.

Body trembling, sweaty palms, slow walking, and heavy breathing. I guess this temper tantrum-throwing kid has things she’s not good at as well.

Noticing our pace getting slower and slower as I tried to match hers, I scratched in annoyance as I stopped in my tracks.

“W-why did you stop?...”

Hearing her feeble voice something inside my snapped as I suddenly pulled her to my side, locking her arms on mine.

“You walk too slow.”

I muttered as I continued walking now with her locked at my side.

I am merely doing this because I don’t want to be caught. Yes there is no hidden meaning behind my actions.

I’m not doing this because I find it annoying that she’s trembling in fear while I’m around.

In the last stretch of our journey on this dark tunnel her nervousness seems to have subsided as her breathing has calmed down and her body stopped jittering.

Such a bothersome child to be with..….but....I can’t help but cherish such a simple moment.

I wonder why.....

Warm. My whole body felt warm.

This whole tunnel felt cold to the bones yet I felt warm with her by my side.

I was scared just seconds ago, yet the moment she grabs my arm my fears dissipated into thin air.

I want this journey to not end, I want to just stay by her side and with her warmth.

But good things are bound to end as we slowly reach our destination.

Reaching a dead end Eris quickly let go of my arm as she walked forward opening one last door.

Arrays of colors and light blinded my vision in an instant as my eyes had been in the dark for quite some time.

Blinded by the lights I stopped on my tracks as I adjusted my retinas to the sudden change in environment.

“Hey, get in here, I'm closing the door.”

“I’m trying okay!”

Damnit opening a door leading outside without even a warning, where is the decency you nobles are always babbling about.

Stumbling my way out of the tunnel my face was met with garments and clothes as I moved forward.

Brushing everything off, my face immediately planted head first into the room as I finally tripped over something on my blind walk.

“Stop tripping all over the place, will you.”

“A little bit of concern will be nice to have, you know.”

Regaining my foothold and vision, my eyes met a disorderly scene. Books scattered, clothes torn, shelves emptied and pillows cutted.

“To think I would actually invite a commoner such as you inside my room, such a disgrace.”

Room?

Oh, so this is her bedroom, I thought it was some sort of dumpster from the amount of trash and broken things around.

“This is your room?”

“Yes, is there any problem?”

Any problem? Are you blind or something? The whole room is the problem, like some sort of beast just went rampage here recently.

“N-not at all.”

But I can’t tell her that, less I want us both to be founded.

“Good then start moving and help me clean up, take it as your way of thanking me for saving you.”

Straining a smile I started helping her tidy up the mess that most likely she had created. Throwing the torn pillows, folding the still intact clothes and finally returning the books to their designated bookshelves.

I didn’t really ask her to save, she just went and did it herself without my consent so why am I helping clean up this mess.

Returning one last book on the shelf I wiped off my forehead for the job well done.

“Heh...to think a commoner like you could be so fast at your job, I-i must say I’m i-impressed.”

Turning my head to an almost dying voice came in a stifled laughter.

“Huh? The h-hell you’re grinning for?”

There in front of me is Eris struggling to even lift a box filled with books that she needs to move on the side.

“Umm...do you need a hand there?”

“D-do I look like I d-don’t?”

Struggling to maintain a straight face I offered my hand to help and in which she accepted with clear frustration in her face.

Does she hate to ask for help that much or was it something else?

“Fuwah~, finally we are done.”

Succumbing to the tiredness in my body I let myself fall on the cosy bed we just cleaned up.

“Oi, stop lying on my bed, you stink. Take a bath first.”

“Eh! I can!?”

“What? Do you expect me to let someone filthy near my belongings?”

“Uh-huh...”

She’s definitely a weird person.

Is what I thought as I closed the door behind me.

Her words are sharp like a razor knife that will cut just about anything but the intentions behind her words are tender like the cold morning breeze.

What a weird contradiction.

Saving me from the first we met, saving me again the second time, and finally this time treating me as kindly as possible.

Her words might be harsh but her actions definitely are not.

I wonder why can’t she just talk kindly instead of being a woman with knifes for teeth.

I guess I’ll ask her about it sometime.

Changing into a different clothes my whole body quivers and winces as my wounds reopen a bit from all the running and scuffling I did.

The bandage might be enough to conceal but the pain has really come back in full force.

Guess I’ll tough it out for now till she leaves the castle.

In the first place, why is she even here? She told me that she wants to hang out but is she not aware that I’m the 3rd Princess? If she’s not then she is truly dumb.

Finishing to change my clothes into a better looking one and spraying my body with perfume I returned to my room where a young girl wearing her dirty maid clothes again is waiting for me.

Why is she wearing that again, didn’t I tell her to clean up.

What a bothersome person.

“Hey, didn’t I tell you I don’t want anything filthy near my things, so why are you wearing those rag clothes again?”

“Huh?! What do you expect to wear then?!”

“Just use any of my clothes you half-wit.”

“I can’t do that! Those clothes are expensive!”

“Like hell I care, just change I will give 10 seconds.”

“10, 9, 8,........”

Counting into 10 the girl started panicking and randomly picked one of my clothes in the wardrobe and started undressing herself.

“5, 4, 3,.....”

Hearing the countdown reaching zero she doubled up her pace and managed to undress and dress herself up in under 10 seconds.

“Done!”

Giddily and relieved of her achievement she jumped on the air in celebration of her victory.

Wait, how did that happen?! I just did it as a form of joke to see her miserably fail but she actually managed to do it.

Just what is this girl!

“You’re kind of freaky, talented but still freaky.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you!”

Letting out a weary sigh from her antics I dropped down on my bed out of tiredness.

“So why did you actually come here for? You said you want to hang out with me but hanging out is only done by those who share friendship you know which I don’t remember us even having. I doubt even someone as dumb as you doesn’t know that.”

Now into the heart of the matter she said she came to hangout but does she really think I would be fooled by that.

She first came here to steal so why would she be suddenly inclined to get close to me unless she wants to use me.

Yes there is no doubt that she is here to use me to find secrets in this mansion, to find where all the valuables are hidden, to use me to sneak here in and out with no problem.

Yes, I shouldn’t trust her ju—.

“Then if that’s the case let’s be friends.”

Huh?

“Friends?”

“Yeah, you said that hanging out is only done by friends so let’s be friends.”

What is that some sort of joke?

“A-are you serious?”

“Why would I lie? Besides, you look like you deserve a little bit of company, so why not let me be your friend?”

My mind was flabbergasted by the sudden offer for friendship, such a pure response with not an ounce of malice or a hint of swindling.

A pure response from a pure person.

A small smile crept up into my face, the first genuine smile I have ever in a while.

What a bothersome child indeed.

“Fine, why not. Though be grateful for such a noble of high standing to be your friend.”

“Yeah Yeah I know.”

Seeing her bright smile my dark thoughts of leaving this world subsided. Maybe I should stay for a while.

After that first visit from her our meetings become more and more frequent to the point that we have picked a designated meeting spot and time for our meetings.

And what we usually do during those meet up was just more so normal things; usually we would just read books all day sometimes Oriana would introduce games to me and we would play it and in rare occasions we would sneak out of the castle and into the capital district where I would spend my time playing with her friends.

It was truly the most blissful time in my life as I found every moment with her fun and enjoyable.

Her antics, her attitude, her way of doing things, just about everything about her is fun to be with.

After some time of being with her I finally confessed that I was the 3rd princess of the empire and the possible heir for the throne, in which she just laughs of saying ‘Does that really matter?’.

She really is a weird person but I don’t hate that weirdness she has, I guess you could call it a charm even.

And this treatment I’m receiving definitely doesn’t feel as annoying as I initially thought. Being treated just like any other person instead of someone with a standing felt rejuvenating for once.

“Hey I just noticed it but you really like that story, huh.”

Laying on her back, Oriana offhandedly commented on the book I was holding.

I guess she finally noticed, Wait, how did she even notice it that late in time. It’s already been 4 months and she just noticed.

But I guess I shouldn’t fault her on that since it’s just a book.

“Yes, is there any problem with that?”

“Nothing really, it’s just kinda unexpected I guess.”

Narrowing my eyes on her comment I replied in complete interest.

“How so?”

“.....Well for starters that story is about a princess who is always saved by everyone around her because she’s useless at everything....so I thought you'd probably hate her cause she’s too pathetic or something.”

Oh…...

“That is definitely a sound explanation which I wholeheartedly agree with, the princess that is always being saved is annoying and she infuriates me to no end. I feel like my life expectancy goes down by 10 years everytime she gets into a situation where she has to be saved! I honestly wished the author didn’t include her at all! I want to burn her alive at some point!”

“Oi, oi, Eris calm down! You’re tearing the book apart!”

Clenching my book in annoyance Oriana quickly pounced on me to stop me from making paper shreds out of the book I was holding

“Then why do you even read it when you don’t like it that much?”

“Hmmm...I wonder why as well.”

“Huh?”

“I’m really not sure how to say why I like this book so much but...I guess I just wanted to be in her situation. To be saved by someone everytime something happens, to have someone be there every time you feel alone, and to have someone to lean on when you don’t know if you can keep pushing forward anymore.”

“I guess I just like to be that idiotic princess that is always saved by everyone around her.”

“Eris…”

Ah...I talked too much. I let that slip off my tongue.

“Ummm….sorry please forget about what I said.”

Realizing what just came out of my mouth I tried brushing it off with an excuse but my reasoning quickly was cutted as I was dragged into an embrace.

“It just a simple self ins—”

“What are you even saying, if you have problems in your heart then why didn’t you say anything. Do you think I wouldn’t help you? Or that I wouldn’t listen? Do you really think my friendship for you is so shallow that I wouldn’t care about your well being!”

Is she crying?

Why is she crying?

I’m the one who was supposedly hurt yet she was crying.

…..No she wasn’t crying because she was hurt...she was crying because I’m hurt.

Despite not knowing my pain or how much pain I have experienced she still shed her tears nonetheless.

I couldn’t cry for myself so she cried for me.

Under her softhearted gaze and tender arms my initial worries and anxiety are once again reduced into thin air.

The warm feeling in my chest bubbling up as I returned the embrace she gave.

“I’m sorry for worrying you but I’m fine, Ori.”

I lied, I didn’t want to but I know her personality well and that she would do something stupid and dangerous just for me and I can’t let her do that.

Especially if it’s about my family, I can’t let her do anything dangerous.

I don't want her to sacrifice herself for my sake, I can’t take that, I don’t want that.

“There you are again along with your lies, I thought friends are supposed to not lie to each other and here you are lying through your teeth.”

“I’m not lying, I will never lie to you.”

“Liar.”

Letting go of our embrace I wiped the remaining tears on her eyes as she pouted at me.

Why is she so sharp when the topic is about me yet so dumb when it comes to other more important things.

Seeing her frustration that is now apparent in her face, I couldn’t help myself but crack a smile.

Guess I’ll do that to calm her down.

Grabbing her by the hand I put my head close to hers as our forehead met one another.

“I promise as your friend that I, Eris Scotus, is doing well and not in any sort of imminent danger.”

“Not fair, using our promise ritual like that!”

“Ufufu...I have no idea what you're talking about.”

Upon saying my peace to her the frustration on her face finally left now replaced with an adorable pouty face.

Upon seeing such a face I have finally broken the awkward atmosphere with my laugh as we continued on to our limited time with one another.

Bickering with one another, laughing, playing, and finally just spending time with one another.

How I wish our time with each other would last for an eternity.