Harlequin

I was an independent girl, sitting on my throne in a large mansion, sorting through all sorts of papers. You, however, constantly came to me and tried to get closer to me, since you liked me, but I always turned you down. You never left after my refusals, so the guards chased you away. You had already become a friend to all the employees and servants. Once again, you came, entered the room where I was sitting, and again confessed your feelings. I liked toying with you and refusing, but I didn't deny the fact that I was interested in you. I looked at you seriously, but still smiled because I enjoyed playing with your feelings.

• Oh, go away. I won't reciprocate your feelings, so why do you come here every day? You're just wasting my time.