Nighttime...
"Hmmm..." In her room, Catrine hummed softly as she lay down, a book open in front of her.
The book told the story of a hero who had lost his memory. Fortunately, a princess always accompanied him, helping him regain it.
Although the princess was beaten by the hero every day, she never gave up and stayed by his side until he recovered.
Honestly, Catrine felt the story was very similar to her own situation.
Her brother had also lost his memory and become a completely different person, while she had become the patient princess, enduring his harsh behavior.
Thinking about it, Catrine's round face turned as red as an apple.
"How could I think such things about my brother?" She whispered in shame. Her already red face deepened in color. "He is my brother... it's not appropriate to think like that."
