The Youngest of the Waker Family Does Not Want to Be Loved

In the summer of my twentieth year, I wished to be loved by my family, and a being from another dimension possessed my body. Only after undoing the traces he left behind did I realize, I wasn't unloved because I was Liriel Weker. It was because of who I was. So, I no longer wished to be loved. And yet. After abandoning the Weker family, which had been my entire life, and arriving in the North, I met him. Standing on the pure white snowfield, wearing only a thin shirt. A strange man with eyes the color of iolite. ****** "I, I did wrong." Liriel squeezed her eyes shut and hurriedly added, "I, I ate His Grace the Grand Duke's strawberries!" Her lowered shoulders trembled. Liriel,...