The imperial mansion was a world apart—glimmering halls, moonlit gardens, and... a boy with black hair and silver eyes, standing like a misplaced storm among all the beauty.
"I hate you, Liera Avenhart," he declared dramatically, clenching his chest.Her eyes widened.
"Because your breathtaking beauty is making my heart ache like I'm having a heart attack—but not really a heart attack."
Kyle Albertine: Son of the Emperor, dramatic fool, and apparently, her fiancé.He tried to recover.
"That wasn't meant for you. I was speaking to... the vase. Yes, the flower vase."
Liera blinked. Then panicked.
"A-Are you okay? Should I get someone?"
She fled. Kyle stood alone, cursing every life choice he'd ever made.