That pale golden princess gown was extraordinarily elaborate. Since it was a winter dress, its layered hem had no fewer than five tiers. As she pressed herself against Shade, who was leaning against the back of the sofa, he could feel each layer of fabric and all its ornaments:
"Anyway, enjoy the Year-End Festival of 1853, my knight. I hope that every year from now on, we can celebrate the end of the year this way."
She bit her lip and leaned very close to Shade, the light in her eyes seeming capable of piercing his soul.
Leisha Cavendish said softly:
"I love you, Shade."
For an instant, Shade felt as though Aiken Ola-Chosen One's Arrow had pierced his heart, and as though his entire soul had been immersed in warm water amid the cold winter. The lonely Outlander had found so many attachments in this world. Shade could not use any words to describe how he felt at that moment.
Leisha smiled at Shade's expression, as though Mia had punched him in the face:
"Very good. Though the knight is fickle, at least he is devoted to every person. It's a strange thing to say, but I'm very satisfied with your expression right now."
She wrapped her arms around Shade's neck and kissed him. Shade was very worried that Leisha's expensive dress would be crushed beyond repair, but Her Royal Highness the Princess was wealthy enough that she probably would not care.
Remember to remind me to give Margaret's letter to Leisha.
He murmured quietly in his heart.
Was this really the time to say that?
"She" asked with a smile. Leisha also released Shade and complained in a rather coquettish tone:
"Shade, could you be a little more serious?"
Then she smiled and kissed him again.
After that