I'm in your care, milord.

"Will you, silly girl, marry me?"

As soon as I heard his proposal, I gasped. How did our conversation escalated to marriage again?

Sure, I finally realized now that his lordship had a different meaning of romance. He wanted to have a romance with his food, which I tried to forget about.

But why must he mention it right now? As if we would truly get married.

"Huh?"

Unlike my rapid trains of thoughts, that questioning hum was the only sound I did.

"Although I like you and want this marriage out of pure romance, there's something else I'll have to add to it."

Samael explained, still holding my hand.

"Something to add?" I asked under my breath. He nodded.

"The reason the King is wary about me is that my existence is a threat to him. Therefore, if I marry a peasant like you, he knew I won't make unnecessary move that could harm you. In other words, I'm parading my weakness."