Luciana sat on the bed, looking uneasy.
Maybe it was because Prince Vritra hadn't made any moves on her yet. Instead, he was pacing back and forth across the spacious room, humming a quiet tune.
The longer he remained silent, the more uncomfortable the princess felt.
『I don't even know why I try… I don't want to do this, but Esme and Father say it might be the safest choice. And well… maybe there's a part of me that does want this, but that doesn't mean I'm proud of it.
『Honestly, it feels like I've learned nothing from Lady Fumiko. I've never read a single one of her works where the female lead is as desperate as I am, especially since she tells us to strive to be like the women in her stories… the male leads are usually the ones pursuing them.
Sigh… and yet here I am.