Fostering the Male Lead

“Rosetta, we can switch our seats. You can lie down here.”

Sihael pointed to his seat. It was large and spacious because he only used it by himself.

‘Yeah, I guess if I lie down for a while, I’ll get better.’

I struggled to open my eyes and moved forward in an almost crawling motion.

“Thank you…”

At my feeble words of gratitude, Sihael covered my eyes and told me to go to sleep. I laid down in the comfortable chair and relaxed, feeling a little better now that I was comfortable.

A gentle breeze cooled my cheeks just as I was about to fall asleep.

“Good night.”

The soft voice was like a lullaby, causing me to let go of my consciousness strings.

* * *

It was late afternoon when I arrived at the gate.

I jumped off the carriage as soon as it came to a stop, filled my lungs with fresh air, and slowly exhaled.

“Finally over…!”

Breathe in, breathe out.

As I repeated the breathing technique several times, a hand stretched out from behind and touched my arm.

When I turned my head, Lanoa handed me some water. The water that touched my fingertips was cold, so I quickly gulped it down.

I wiped the water from my lips and took a long breath.

“Haa. I will live now.”

“Have you been drinking? What’s with your responses?”

“Shut up. I’m not in the mood to quarrel with you right now.”

When I handed Lanoa the empty glass, he filled it with so much water that it overflowed.

“You haven’t gotten motion sickness since you were a child; what’s going on?”

“It could have reappeared…….”

I wondered if Rosetta’s constitution would change when I entered her body, but it didn’t seem to matter.

My motion sickness was as bad as it had been in my previous life, if not worse.

‘I can’t ride a carriage; I want to ride a car.’

Even in my previous life, I had a hard time riding a car because I had severe motion sickness, but compared to this, it was heaven.

The carriage is really…, The thought of riding it again made me dizzy.

Fortunately, we could now use the gate to travel to the capital; otherwise, I would have had to travel for days and days, which was a relief.

Since I now had time, I sat in the shade and stretched my legs as the gates were being operated. Lanoa, who was sitting next to me, looked at the empty seat next to me and asked, “Why isn’t that dog of yours next to you? Aren’t you guys always together?”

“Don’t tell me, are you talking about Your Highness like that?”

Lanoa smiled with a face confirming my doubt.

This crazy bastard! Even though Sihael used to be a dog, how could he still call him a dog? I looked around to see whether there was anyone around, and then hit Lanoa’s arm.

“What if someone had heard it?”

“I said that because there isn’t anyone here.”

Ugh, how long has Sihael been by my side for him to say such a thing. But come to think of it, I’ve never really been away from him.

Not only during his time as a Shasha, but also after he returned as a person, we ate together, went for a walk, and always accompanied each other until just before he fell asleep.

‘Have I been with him longer than I have with Lanoa?’

I couldn’t deny Lanoa’s words after realising I hadn’t been aware of them. There were days when I visited Sihael first, but most of the time, he came to me first and would stay by my side when I woke up.

‘How come he still acts like a dog after becoming human? He also behaves like a dog who keeps whining and crying in the absence of its owner.’

When I imagined him as a dog, a hypothesis formed in my mind.

‘Does he have separation anxiety?’

Ridiculous doubts began to creep in.

What if it really was like that?

Suddenly, I was terrified. Separation anxiety is hard to fix once you get it…

It was a fatal problem because the Crown Prince of the Empire was anxious about separation. Just when I was seriously thinking about whether I should keep my distance from him now and help him cultivate social skills, I heard Lanoa shout.

“Hey.”

When I shifted my gaze to the call, Lanoa paused uncharacteristically.

“Say what you have to say.”

“Are you attracted to his highness? Do-do you like him?”

“I like him.”

“What?”

“Ugh, don’t scream so close to my ears!”

I pushed Lanoa’s face away, rubbing my throbbing ears.

“Like a friend, no, not like a friend, I like him as a colleague.”

I corrected my words when I remembered Sihael stated he was not my friend.

‘It’s okay if we’re not friends.’

When I thought of that time, I pouted my lips.

“A colleague?”

“Yes, for now. I wanted us to become friends, but he doesn’t want to befriend me. Well, when I asked him if he wanted us to be colleagues, he said he didn’t want to do it. But if he didn’t, he would have nothing to do with me.”

I didn’t like being nothing to him. I wanted to leave a mark on him in some form.