Book 3: Chapter 23
“Lucia, what do you like most?”
The young Lucia smiled and answered honestly: “Meat pies, berries and Troy’s mom!”
“Lucia, what do you like most?”
Lucia who was now old enough to get married squint her eyes and lazily answered: “Grilled meat, sunlight and Troy’s smile.”
“Lucia, what do you like most?”
Lucia knelt down on one knee, raised her head and resolutely replied: “Her highness, our nation, and his highness.”
I’ll never forget those three adults walking towards him with a prideful smile on their faces while holding ropes and rags. Their wretched and dirty smile sometimes makes his younger self cry in his dreams. I’ll never forget that small silhouette that charged at the three people over and over, falling over and over, getting up over and over as he shouted towards himself.
That was the worst beating I ever saw a prince receive, but at the same time, the bravest prince I’d ever seen. And after the event, I tightly hugged Troy by my side whenever I awoke from my nightmares. I realised that I had to protect his highness at the time.
I must protect his highness.