I realized one thing after dropping Duke Tristan off: I had just spent a whole day with my favorite character!
If this were a novel, the background would definitely be filled with cherry blossoms, slow motion effects, and heart-melting romantic music. When in reality, it was just a windy afternoon that made my hair look like a straw broom. But, hey! This was the pure love embodied by a true fan.
Still, I wouldn't mind if the universe wanted to add a flower filter and soft lighting behind me. Alas, the reality was just the wind, almost snatching my hat off.
When my carriage stopped in front of Duke Tristan's residence, I watched his receding back for a moment. His steps were calm, his shoulders firm, and his face... as flat as an empty blackboard.
He turned briefly, his gaze deep and heavy with thought.
I leaned out the carriage window. What are you thinking, oh you handsome man with a mysterious soul?
