I love a young man.
He is proud and aloof, with the whole realm in his heart and only its people in his sight.
So I gave up this wretched life of mine to protect the miles of territory he rules and safeguard the people of the realm.
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-I can't remember how many years ago it was when you picked a flower for me. Its crimson petals burst with vivid blood, blurring the faces that would wander through the rest of our lives.
Current mood: I want to write historical romance, I want to write historical romance, I want to write historical romance, I want to write historical romance~
Theme: See the mountains and rivers, and love you
