After Elizabeth's birthday party, the news on Lucas Star was dominated by stories about the Princess's Guardian Knight.
Lucas University was in an uproar, vowing to leave no stone unturned in finding him.
Royal Castle.
In Elizabeth's room, she lounged on her bed in a nightgown, clutching a pillow, her usual regal aura replaced by the casual indolence of an ordinary girl. Yet, the languid pose and the graceful curves of her body were still strikingly beautiful.
She was watching the news, which was filled with stories about her. Elizabeth suddenly regretted her impulsive act, even though she hadn't admitted anything, everyone assumed it was him.
She wondered if he would blame her for this.
Yet, she hadn't considered how this might affect her own reputation; in her heart, she didn't mind it. Born into royalty, she was naturally noble. People outside the Royal Family treated her with the utmost respect. Besides her parents, she didn't have to admire anyone else.
