'Your Majesty.'
It was my way of creating distance.
A quiet reminder for myself to remember who the man in front of me is.
Azriel Lennox von Farren.
Holder of the Farren Flame.
Protector of the Empire.
The emperor.
The male lead.
The person destined to be with Sienna Harlowe.
Someone I cannot, absolutely cannot be too close to.
"Is that an order, Your Majesty?"
Here I thought, I didn't want to die just yet but even if it angers you so, I cannot be so casual with you, Azriel.
Of course, unless it's an order.
But as expected, he shook his head, "No. It's not an order. It's a request."
"A request from a friend." He emphasized.
Friend…
But, my friend was Len…
Len.
The knight who occasionally takes care of the children in town. An adventurous spirit who likes to hide behind his cloak.
That…
"I apologize, I really do, but I cannot. Your Majesty." I said, resounding with my iron resolve.
"We are friends, yes?"
How am I supposed to answer that?
