Synopsis
Ophelia comes to her lord Kyle each morning with a fresh confession.
"Good morning, Lord Kyle. The sleep still soft in your eyes—it makes me feel things I can't name. I love you."
"Good morning, Ophelia. Your words have done nothing to change my view that women are tiresome."
…Obviously, things were going poorly.
But that was fine with her, because Ophelia had never expected him to feel the same way.
A story about a girl who only has twelve months to tell him how she feels, and the man she's telling.
