She had thought there could be no one as innocent as Diana.
But reality slapped her hard across the face.
"Did they get into an argument, or something?"
Rose, who loved fantasies, could not help letting her imagination run wild.
Then she covered her mouth and muttered, "Could they have gone somewhere to duel? That's how those stories always go—two boys duel over a girl, and whoever wins earns the right to pursue her! Ah, why does it feel so romantic?"
Click!
Just as Rose was lost in her little fantasy, the sound of a mechanism turning suddenly came from beyond the door before her.
Then the door opened, and a blond boy with a trace of weariness on his face suddenly came into view.
Rose's eyes widened involuntarily.
She then lowered her head to look at the gift boxes on the floor and her little rabbit slippers.
Her fair cheeks instantly flushed bright red.
Ditto, transformed into a sleeping cap and coiled atop Dark's head, swayed in the wind.
Dark looked at Rose standing at the door, unable to hide his confusion.
He had not originally intended to head out so early, but the snow that had begun falling at some point had indeed caught his attention.
It rarely snowed within the kingdom, and the old Castle had a unique charm when blanketed in snow.
So he had thought of skipping his morning run for once, simply taking a stroll outside, wandering around the Castle, or perhaps painting one or two snowy landscapes to add a couple of pages to his collection of scenery paintings.
It was a fine idea, full of poetic charm.
But before he could even leave, Rose had blocked his door.
For a moment, Dark was somewhat taken aback as well.
If it had been