As they continued strolling through the castle corridors, Rose suddenly slowed and came to a stop. She hesitated for a moment before turning slightly toward him.
"Umm… Ju…lian," she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of nerves and hope.
Julian stopped and looked at her with a gentle smile. "Yes, Rose? What's on your mind?"
She glanced at his face, searching for any hint of discomfort or rejection, but there was none. His expression was warm and relaxed—just like the Julian she remembered.
"Are you… fine with me calling you that?" she asked cautiously, her fingers tightening on her dress.
Julian chuckled softly. "Of course. Call me whatever you wish, Rose. After all, we go back a long way."
A bright smile broke across her face, her eyes lighting up with relief and happiness. In that moment, she looked more radiant than ever.
"Thank you, my lord," she said, bowing instinctively.
Julian waved his hand casually. "Don't stick to formalities with me."
