
The two men are now sitting in a garden chair. They're next to each other. He stared for a long time at the flower-filled garden before them.
That old silence was split apart by the Ox King's voice. He smiled, now looking at Olive. Ask gently. "What do we want to talk about hm?"
Princess Olive looked back at him. He sighed, then spoke towards Ox. "Your highness. Are we close enough now?" Ask Olive.
He's nodding. Ox thought it had been a few months they knew each other. They quickly get to know each other and even make good friends with family. Not everything. But he knew enough of the woman in front of him.
Olive sighed. "W-did you know that I was almost betrothed to her?"
A faded smile from the noble Ox. A face full of worry appeared. He forgot that one thing. In his heart he tried to guess. "Who's Olive?"
"July. He used to be my father's choice because we met often. But I stopped the match after you spoke to me, sir." Olive. He turned to clasping Mr. Ox's hand. He's down.
"I-I tried to stay away from him. But can I be said to be the one who vented that on you? I-I can't talk what he means. I was confused how to tell you."
Ox speechless. He looked back at the park. Before answering her question, he chuckled. "Olives. I remember how it was the first time I met you."
'What does that mean?'
Olive looked at the face of the man who had now turned cute. It was like trying hard to remember something. I don't know, since when the atmosphere has now changed to be calmer. Melting even though it had turned awkward.
"Ah, I remember. You were the one who spoke indifferently to me when in the garden." Said the Ox king. Olive veering. He briefly blushed straight away. Like a boiled crab. "W-what's that like?!"
Ox laughs. "Yes like that. Ah, considering how cold you were back then. I'm lucky to think of getting close to you and getting to know you more closely."
Olive biting lips. Staring ashamed at the Ox king. "What's different?"
A soft smile is visible. Ox stroked Olive's mane. "Yes. All I see now is a shy, sweet princess who blushes easily for something."
"Yes. That's very sweet. At least you turned out to be more friendly and tried to accept myself for trying to get close."
Olive sighed. Ah, he remembered that thing. Why does Ox want to forget this serious conversation?
"Master. Please get back to the problem." Olive. Ox tried to convince him. "Hey, listen to me Olive. What does impingement mean? As long as I try to get close, there's nothing that makes me think of anyone else. You never talk about your friends. You don't talk about anyone but your family."
Ox stared. "I'm serious Olive. We can be together if that's an option. You don't have to worry like this."
"B-but if I did make you an excuse to stay away-"
"Cannot be. I know you love me too Olive. " Say Ox with confidence. Olive blushing. He seems to be hesitant and hesitant. Makes Ox smile. "Olive?"
Olive looked at him now. The Ox King looked at him deeply. "I love you."
Although I have heard it several times. Olive could not hold the hue that appeared on her face. Olive suddenly felt she was solidifying her choice. He no longer doubts or worries.
A sentence slowly emerged from his mouth. Making the Ox King breathe a sigh of relief. In a small voice he spoke. "I'm also t-mister."'
"I love you."
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tbc.