"Why are we talking about these? Did we agree not to tackle marriage or relationship---" He lightly pushed her, and made them face each other. Yanarym saw the redness of his eyes and his pained expression.
"You will be crowned as next to my throne too, don't worry about being a Hara, it suits you well…"
"I am in love with you Yanar! I love you so much, but I know you don't love me too, that's why I hated you. Did you know? I rather kill you than give you to another man." Yanarym blinked her eyes with this sudden confession, she looked at Maki's grieving expression. He's not even joking.
"... however, that was before… but now, I don't know, I can't even think about making you cry. I can't hurt you, I can't kill you, and also...it seems like I can't have you..." Yanarym reached out her hands and touched his face. She knelt on the bed that made her taller than him. She bent and grazed her lips at his forehead, nose and lips. As she caressed his cheeks, she smiled at him.
