(From Blue''s Perspective)


    "Your Highness is helping me too much," Ruby said.


    "I am not doing anything for free," I said.


    "It''s just one of Your Highness''s ns so my father cannot refuse. You are not taking any profit either. You are just taking what you have given and it''s just perfectly calcted. I have no idea how long Your Highness has been nning this."


    "I don''t need any profit. I am the Queen, so I have a lot of money. Or did you think I am a beggar?"


    "I am not saying that..."


    "Then let''s not talk about it anymore. I am doing what I want to," I said, ending the conversation for good. "Let''s just rx. Ah, what am I saying? The carriage ride is really something... My waist is breaking apart..."


    "Should I open the curtains a bit?" Perita asked. "At least, Your Highness can look outside a bit."


    "Yeah, do so."


    Perita opened the curtains and the moment I looked outside, I saw a strange figure. "Wait! Stop the carriage!"


    "Your Highness?"


    The carriage was stopped. I looked out very carefully. He was still there. He was wearing a blue cloak and a mask that covered his whole face. It was the same man from my dream who called me his daughter. But one thing surprised me.


    His eye color was baby blue, just like mine while in the dream, his eye color was dark brown. Dem mentioned that mages could change their eye color if they wanted to.


    "What''s wrong, Your Highness?"


    "That man over there...," I mumbled, pointing towards him with my finger.


    "Who is there?" Perita asked. "The one wearing that green suit?"


    "No, the one in a blue cloak. He is wearing a mask," I said.


    "What...?"


    "What''s wrong, Your Highness?" Abel asked, opening the carriage door.


    "Sir Abel..."


    "Please call me Abel."


    "Yes, Abel. That man, can you bring him here for me? He is wearing a blue cloak and a mask."


    "Who?"


    "Look behind you. He is right beside that beggar..."


    "But, Your Highness...," Perita started.


    "There is no one like that there. There is no one next to the beggar," Abel said.


    "What...? What are you saying? He is looking at me!" I said loudly.


    "Your Highness, there is really no one there," Abel said calmly. "Perhaps you are too tired."


    "Ruby can''t see it too?" I asked, ncing at Ruby who shook her head. I sighed. "... Start the carriage."


    I wanted to see that man and talk to him. But I did not get down the carriage. It seemed only I could see him. There was no guarantee if he had a good intention or not. What if he harmed me or tried to take me away?


    As the carriage passed by, he kept his eyes on me. His eyes were so simr to mine that it was like looking at my eyes in the mirror.


    "Your Highness, take a rest. You can rest your head on my shoulder," Ruby said. "I will wake you up when we reach the pce."


    "Hmm... Give some of the cakes to Abel. He did not enter with us," I said.


    "Yes, I will. Please rest," Perita said.


    I did not know when I fell asleep or when we reached the pce. I woke up a bit when I felt a strong pair of arms carrying me.


    "Hm? Demetrius?"


    "Dem, not Demetrius," he said.


    "Ah, right... Dem... When...?"


    "You were sleeping. I could not bring myself to wake you up," he said.


    "You should have... It''s alright, you can put me down," I said.


    He did not say anything and did not put me down. He was holding me very tightly. Since he did not have any intention of putting me down, I wrapped my arm around his nape and rested my head against his firm chest.


    "Today''s meeting was about you. The people who did not agree with you being the Queen, I had to shut them down and that''s what today''s meeting was about. I could not dy it in any way," he said.


    And I was wondering why he did not go with me. He usually left everything if I wanted him to do something for me or be with me. So, I always refrained from asking him for something when he had work in hand. Since it was a meeting that was about me, he could note with me. He was always like that- prioritizing me above everything else.


    "I wish I could go with you. But it''s alright now. You are back."


    ''Were you worried that I won''te back? I don''t even have the energy to argue about it anymore. I have tried my best to tell you that I am not leaving you, but you just don''t believe me... I am tired now.''


    "Have you had lunch?" I asked.


    "No."


    "Were you waiting for me?"


    "No, I was busy," he said.


    "I told you not to wait for me," I said.


    "I told you I was not waiting. The work was just too much," he said.


    "Have your food in time. You work too hard every day. You need energy," I said.


    "I was not waiting for you."


    "Yeah, yeah... I will wash upter. I am hungry as well. Let''s have our lunch first."


    "Do you want to have lunch in the dining room? Or in our room?"


    "Let''s go to our room," I said.


    Dem carried me to our bedroom and ced me on the couch. I still had not fully gotten used to how big our bedroom was.


    "Aren''t you going to ask me how it went?" I asked.


    "I am not interested in things regarding other people," he shrugged. "Bring our lunch here."


    "... Are you interested in me only?"


    "Yes," he replied without waiting. "I told you. It''s just you."


    "Are you okay with this? Because it''s not normal..."


    "Yeah, I am fine with the way things are," he said. "Wine?"


    "Just one ss."


    If he did not want to know, then it was not my job to force him to listen to me. I thought he would want to know more about it since it was the first time, I was doing things alone. I just thought that he was worried that I would do things wrong and ruin both his and my reputation. But he did not seem to care about any of that and trusted me.


    "After lunch, I want to meet the designer who designed my office," I said.


    "Why?"


    "I need her to do something for me," I said.


    "Meet her in the evening," he said. "It''s not that urgent, right?"


    "It''s kinda urgent. But why in the evening? I am free after this. I will have to work in the evening," I said.


    "Haa, alright," he sighed.


    "Dem, what''s wrong? You are saying anything clearly. Do you want me to stay with you after lunch?"


    "Will you do so if I ask you to?"


    "Well, it''s not like I have too many works. So, I guess I will be spending time with you instead. Are you sure you are free?"


    "Of course. I do my work very quickly, my darling wife."


    I was worried about Dem''s health. He was working a lot. I was worried that he was stressing himself out. I was helping him as much as I could since I had started learning as well. Because of my memory, it was easy to learn things.


    Dem did not have any assistants because he did not trust anyone. He would rather do everything alone even though it was too much. That was one of the reasons I was working hard so I could help him as much as I could. Since it was just the two of us, the work was just too much to handle. Perhaps having an assistant was not a bad idea.


    "Want to have lunch on the balcony? We never had our lunch there," Dem said.


    "We had dinner there," I said.


    "It''s not the same thing. Are you going to refuse?"


    "I didn''t say that," I chuckled. "Let''s do it."


    I thought Dem just wanted to talk to me after lunch. That was why he did not want to let me go. But I should have known that my husband was not someone who would stop me just to talk.


    It did not matter if it was nighttime or daytime. He just never seemed to get enough of me. Well, I could not me him. I could never get enough of him either. Perhaps it was the power of love that just knew no bound.