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After finishing our meal, we went for a walk for the first time in a while.
I stared at Haven, who was strolling beside me, holding my hand and looking content from dinner, then I stopped walking. His black eyes looked down at me with fondness.
Haven was certainly a kind person, but no matter how much I thought about it, Trida's misunderstanding just didn't make sense.
"A timid and frail child?"
That was one of the most absurd things I had heard recently. When I questioned him about it, Haven, perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed too, chuckled softly.
"It's a story from my childhood."
"But still, people don't just radically change their personalities like that, do they?"
"I'm still fearful and weak, Your Majesty."
"Haven, I do like you, but I won't entertain every silly thing you say."
"Really, I'm always anxious about falling out of Your Majesty's sight."
