RVFOP 12

Daisy, of the kingdom that inherited the name of a dragon. When she left her hometown by her own choice, she was merely an observer, listening to and watching the stories of the world. She thought she would forever remain in a position of watching. But Daisy, too, came to have her own story. It was like the sunlight falling on spring fields, or the sound of rain capturing the summer sky, or leaves floating through the autumn air, or snowflakes filling the nights and days of winter.In other words, “It couldn’t be helped.” Just as he had said. When you love, you can no longer choose. So this time— It is Daisy’s story. “Shall we say that today we were at the hotel on the island? We missed the boat, after all.” She said it confidently, but after speaking, she felt a little regret. It didn’t seem like such words would be enough to charm the neatly composed man before her. He raised his hand and covered her eyes. A smile curved at the corners of his lips. “You must speak so that I cannot misunderstand you.”