At that time, she was dumped by the crown prince and was free to go on her own journey.
She had woken that thing, no, him up.
[I am Nathaniel.]
[People here call me ‘The End’.]
A beautiful man, like the king of winter, smiled in boredom and with arrogance.
* * *
“Let me out.”
Nathaniel stretched out his hand, but Kyrie rejected it. However, the white hands with prominent bones slowly and softly touched her ears and cheeks.
[You’d better not think about it. If you don’t want to be tied up.]
Instead of answering, she bit Nathaniel’s fingers.
He lowered his head slowly and put his head against her forehead.
The blue eyes in front of her seemed more ecstatic as Kyrie’s purple eyes shook with anxiety.
[Take off your clothes on your own.]
Nathaniel looked down at his ruined sleeve and smiled fiercely.
[I know how to put a leash on you if you do something s*upid again.]