"Brother! What are you thinking so hard about?"
"...What am I supposed to do with you?"
I'd been mulling over the love triangle involving Vermeer and Clara, but I gave up.
Stop shoving your face so close to mine, seriously.
She acted all prim and proper in front of Marquis Offenburg, yet showed her true colors without restraint around me, which caught me off guard sometimes. It seemed Lily was genuinely as comfortable with me as she'd be with a real older brother. Even though we were the same age.
Both her parents had passed away and the Marquis had raised her, so I could understand the attachment issues, but I really wished she'd break the habit of suddenly pressing her face right up against a man's.
When I covered her face with my palm and pushed her away, she whined and flailed.
The Crown Prince had a rather uptight side, so he probably wouldn't appreciate behavior like this.
Not that Lily cared. She did whatever she wanted here.
