Oz clicked his tongue at the strong scent of Zephyr permeating from Illya due to the coat covering her body. In spite, he threw it off her shoulders, the blonde then grabbed the white sheet he found and wrapped it around Illya.
“He isn’t the Zephyr I used to like,” Illya muttered, her voice muffled in his chest. Oz scoffed at the word like, leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth and souring his already irritable mood.
It is indeed true that Illya has always been pining for Zephyr’s affection, but given her reputation among the kingdom, it was Dauphine that was chosen to be wed to the crown prince. It annoyed Oz how even when her memories failed her, her feelings for the said prince remained. Even in the world where Illya claimed to have lived her previous life, it was Zephyr who still
