I Just Wanted to Call Off the Arranged Marriage With the Princess—Someone I Could Never Possibly Be a Match For—But for Some Reason, She Took a Liking to Me and Is Now Closing in on Me
What a cruel person…
I was lying alone on a sofa in the school lounge, which was completely empty. My skirt had ridden up a little. It looked like anyone might be able to see inside, but since no one was around, I didn’t care.
The connection I’d gone to all that trouble to set up with Lucian would be meaningless if he didn’t show up.
“…He really is a cruel person.”
I muttered under my breath.
Those words, which sounded like a lament, reached no one and faded away into the darkness of the night.
Lucian is impartial.
He treats everyone without distinction.
Unbound by prejudice, social status—or even gender—he was utterly impartial.
“Huh, what a kind person.”
And yet, it’s cruel.
Hearing that, he might sound like a good person, but in reality, it simply means he doesn’t make anyone special.
That equality felt comfortable.
Even though I’d only met him three times, I found myself longing to experience that exhilaration again.
I find myself wanting to be special to him—to Lucian.
That’s why I started to see the equality I once found so comforting as cruelty.
“……Haha.”
I’m truly selfish.
I can’t help but laugh at myself.
But even so, I—I want to be your special someone.
Please don’t be equally kind to everyone.
I want you to look only at me.
I want you to smile only at me.
I want you to fall in love only with me.
“Hehe.”
I hold up the letter sealed with red wax.
It’s a love letter.
You took advantage of the guilt I felt for having lived like a man—I’ve decided on you, so please take care of me, fiancé.