Elizabeth had known for a long time that many desires are hidden in the heart, many of which have not had the opportunity to turn into action; but conversely, those that are acted upon must certainly be desires.
"Do you want me to guess Your Majesty's reason?"
"Oh, I didn't realize besides being meticulous about your work, you also have such a knack for speculation?"
"I'm flattered, but in the past, when I guessed riddles with my younger siblings, I never lost."
Dianne stroked Elizabeth's hair, using a comb to tidy the scattered strands once again, and Elizabeth did not refuse, only said softly,
"Oh, then make a guess."
"Hmm, I guess... it's because of that gentleman, Fisher Benavides."
"Pa!!"
Elizabeth's expression gradually faded, then she swiftly extended her hand and slapped away the hand placed on her hair.
This time, although the sound was not heavy, Dianne stepped back a pace, looking down to see her palm had already turned blue.
