"I am getting married."
Though these words are ostensibly joyful, Henrietta's tone was immensely sorrowful, and Louise seemed to grasp that sentiment.
"Congratulations then..."
She said this, but Louise didn't have the slightest smile on her face.
"Your Royal Highness, is something the matter?"
"No, it's nothing, just... sorry, these are things I shouldn't tell you..."
"Please tell me, Your Highness. For something to make you sigh like this, it must be something very troubling."
"No, I can't say it, please forget what I just said, Louise."
Henrietta shook her head, and Louise visibly became displeased.
"No way! We used to tell each other everything, didn't we? You, Your Highness, considered me a friend, right? Are you unwilling to even share your troubles with a friend?"
"... ... ... ..."
