Aristocratic lady and civilian hero.
You are not Romeo, and I am not Juliet.
——I will always remember that year, when Sicily had not yet torn off the camouflage covering the bloody conflict. On the endless green grass, he rode a brown horse and stopped in front of me. His golden hair was brighter than the midday sun.
——He said he would take me to see our hanging garden
Instructions for consumption:
This article is the prequel to "[Tutor] Nepotism", short and medium stories, BE.
Gye x original heroine.
Intention: Love is separated by mountains and seas.
