Along the cobblestone pathway of the capital city, leading toward the central palace, a carriage bearing the insignia of Princess Aleriana made its way forward. Within it sat three distinct individuals—including a cat and a fairy.
Among them, one wore a particularly gloomy expression. A woman sat with her face buried in her hands, eyes blinking as she cast cold, angered glances at the only man in the carriage.
And then, she spoke again—repeating the same words.
"...Y-you kissed me..." Her voice was barely a whisper, yet the frustration in her tone was unmistakable. She glared at the man who had done something so unexpected, so outrageous, it was worthy of instant execution.
Yet she couldn't retaliate. She was still trying to wrap her mind around one question: how could someone so shameless even exist?
