Winster gritted his teeth. It was the first time he had felt this nervous since the day he knelt before His Highness the Grand Duke and swore his knightly oath.
He had encountered Bethany on his way to the castle and learned—quite by chance—that the knights were offering their oaths to the Lady today. The moment those words registered, he broke into a sprint.
Everyone here may be equally loyal to the Young Lady, but I must be the knight who offers the second oath. I have been devoted to her since the Grand Duke's residence in the capital.
When a low voice finally emerged from the Young Lady's lips, Winster felt as though he had plunged into the depths of hell.
"If..."
That was not a phrase of acceptance.
But the words that followed returned him swiftly to paradise.
"Is today my birthday?"
The Young Lady spoke with a playful lilt as she received his sword. Her voice trembled slightly despite her attempt at composure, and Winster found himself profoundly grateful that he had run as fast as he did.
"...I can hardly believe I'm receiving such a precious gift."
Edwin grumbled softly at her murmured words.
"And yet you didn't say that when I offered my oath."
But even as he complained, a smile graced his lips.
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