Seeing the young man running at full speed from the end of the long corridor, Alberto made up his mind.
He braced himself for what he knew would one day be asked of him, and it was about to happen.
âPrince Risel.â
âMiss Marie! Why canât I see her?!â
âPlease keep your voice down. You never know who might be listening.â
The prince, with his long red hair disheveled, noticed the gravity of the situation and looked around. Fortunately, there was no one in sight.
âThis way, please.â
Alberto led the prince behind the training grounds.
Risel questioned Alberto while worrying about other peopleâs presence.
âItâs been more than seven days since I gave you a letter to visit me, but you refused, saying you had urgent matters to attend to. If you go this far, even I would realize that you are intentionally keeping your distance from me.â
âMy apologies.â
âI donât want an apology. I want to hear the reason.â
Albertoâs face distorted slightly at Riselâs direct question.
â⊠It seems some people have noticed the situation, so Iâve been watching for a while.â
âAlready? Isnât it too soon?â
âEveryone is in a hurry for the princeâs marriage. If you visit here more than once a week, it will only be a matter of time.â
It wasnât a lie. Although not identified as Marie, Alberto knew that there were rumors that the prince may have found someone he wanted based on his recent appearance.
The ignorant one was the person himself.
âI donât care about me at this point. I wonder if Miss Marie has been harmed in any way.â
Riselâs love for Marie, whom he had come to clearly admire, was increasing day by day. The more they met, the more the prince was attracted to her, and the more he fell in love with her.
He was too old to be in love for the first time, but Alberto also had the same disease. He knew there was nothing he could do about it.
Still, he canât let things proceed as it were.
âI decided to place her in the care of the Duke of Rose as their maid.â
âWhat?â
For a moment, malice appeared on Riselâs face.
This is the moment when jealousy and possessiveness were born out of his normally mild-mannered nature.
However, the princeâs calm face immediately returned.
âI seeâŠ. She is certainly safe under Lord Reynaldo. ButâŠ.â
The Rose territory is located in the northern region. Itâs too far from the royal capital.
Itâs a fact that Alberto is painfully aware of.
âWhen things settle down, I will return her as the maid of the Knightsâ Corps. I promise.â
Not for Riselâs sake, but for Alberto himself.
ââŠ. I want to see her, at least for a glimpse.â
ââŠ. Please be patient.â
It was a difficult decision, one that they both shared, but Alberto hid his true feelings and told the prince.
After parting ways with Risel, who has regained his composure, Alberto heads to his office.
After finishing todayâs work, Marie had already returned to her room, and the tea she had brewed around noon was sitting on his desk, cold.
Sitting in his chair in his office, Alberto held his head in his hands.
After meeting Marie and learning that she was Rosemary, Alberto didnât know where to direct his emotions.
He was reunited with the person he thought he would never see again.
Nothing will ever change the loyalty he has dedicated to her.
And nothing has changed in his love for her.
Alberto envied Risel.
How happy he would be if he could honestly express his feelings as honestly as Risel does.
He had known since he was a child that his feelings for Rosemary would never come true.
Thatâs why the thoughts that had been locked away whispered to Alberto with a shallow desire to be with her now. It was like a devilâs whisper.
Still, the fact that his revenge had not yet been completed and that she was still in a dangerous situation that might cause damage was a deterrent. Alberto was thankful for that.
Even if he could not tell her how he felt, even if his feelings did not come true.
He was happy just to be by her side, as he had always been.
Now, with Rosemary becoming Marie, being a maid and staying by his side, it was a happy time for Alberto.
âWhat would have happened if she had served him as Marie, a mere maid who didnât remember anything?â
The âwhat ifâ thoughts remind Alberto of reality.
âWould I have thought of her even if I didnât know she was Rosemary?â
He doesnât know. But he always had a good impression of her.
Marie, who showed up at the knightâs training grounds.
Marie, who took her work seriously and gave Alberto comfort so that he could get rid of his fatigue even if only a little.
Even if it had been a job for her, it was certainly the most healing moment for him.
âMarieâŠ. Lady Rosemary.â
The faces of the two women who had stirred up Albertoâs life more than ever came to mind and then faded away.
It was all the more detestable.
It would have been better if it had ended with just a solemn pledge of allegiance.
The balance that had held Albertoâs heart together was shattered when she was reborn and appeared before his eyes.
And yet, he remains a knight.
His undying loyalty is with her soul.
The only thing that could keep his ego in check was being her knight.
As for Reynaldo, he has his own way of getting things done the way he wants and even tries to lock her up.
Even Risel, who earnestly whispers his love to her, canât do it like Alberto.
It has always been the only way to love her, the only way that only Alberto could love her.