It was finally coronation day of the prince. And the day I end as his tutor. I can finally focus on my maid-works. 

Or so I thought?

The night before this day, that same boy came into my chambers, proposing. 

He confessed that he liked me since three years ago. I couldn't make up words nor had the courage to say anything. The next thing I knew was that, he kissed me that night. 

But I pushed him away, it was wrong. It felt so wrong, moreover, I did not feel the same way as him, he was more of like a little brother to me. 

Was it me? Was it my kindness and generosity all those year lead to this? 

I didn't know, but

I already quit before the ceremony began, had the time to face the emperor before the crown prince finds out. 

I was determined to get away from him, he changed. Something about him didn't felt right with me. I caught a glimpse of something that night—an intensity of possessiveness in his gaze.