Chapter 1 (1/2)

Chapter 1 (Leticia POV)

Well, my engagement had been annulled.

So what about it?

Mou, I am sick of this.

Just how much longer do I have to go?

Do you think it was enough just by doing your best?

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[Me: Six years old; Luka: Four years old]

“O, Onee-chan…. can we sleep together?”

“Sure, come here.”

This was my brother, Luka.

He laughed as he slipped into my futon.

“Yo, princess. I am Didion.”

Suddenly he appeared in front of me.

“I don’t understand.”

I said as I moved my head.

“Who are you, uncle?”

His eyes were wide opened as his shoulder dropped.

“Un-…. Well of course, to brats, I looked like their uncle……..”

I was shocked as he patted my head.

“Chibi yo, listen here. You need to learn how to defend yourself.”

Looking at his serious face made me speechless.

“A~ma, from now on at least.”

As he grabbed my head, he threw something at me.

“Here, wear this.”

A choker-type necklace.

I nodded at him as he continued to mess with my head.

From then on, I was always shadowed by this unknown person.

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…Well, if you think about it carefully now, he was really  a dangerous uncle.

What’s more, to gift a necklace to someone who was only 6 years old?

I am from the Duke’s house, though.

For him to easily trespa.s.s into the house. Are you working as an escort for our house?

Father was currently working; whereas Mother had already pa.s.sed away since long time ago.

A~ I might die as I remember about that.

My brother in other hand, well, he was an enigmatic person to me.

My father had told me previously that [He is your younger brother.]

As he appeared after my mother death, I guess he was my step-brother.

That is the only thing that i know about him.

He doesn’t resembled me much, so he might be one of our distant relative.

Or, he might be a child that my father made somewhere else.

A~ it was still peaceful at the current moment.

There was still no Prince with the capital of “P”

Even without that person, I still grew up well. This story was about me.

A~ and Didion, also.

This was the story of the long, long relations.h.i.+p that I had with Didion.

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