I Picked The Loyal Supporting Male Lead

“What are you two doing?”

Christof suddenly emerged at the doorway.

I shuddered.

Before, I could never bear to be apart from him, at that moment, I could not avoid him fast enough.

How could I feel affection for a cold-hearted king who killed their entire family?

“A man and a woman alone in a room? Louisa, you even changed your clothes!”

Harald frowned.

“Your Highness, barging into my private chamber like this isn’t exactly proper, is it?”

“I—” Christof was speechless. “If I hadn’t come in, how would I know what you two were up to?”

Rage surged when I heard this. “It’s not like I belong to you. I can do whatever I want!”

Harald was stunned. He looked at me and then at Christof.

“No, no. We didn’t do anything. Don’t go saying stuff like that!”

[Haha. Why is he backing down like that?]

[He doesn’t want to ruin Louisa’s reputation, I guess. That’s so sweet, I’m so moved.]

Christof whipped his sleeve back in fury.

“Did you swallow the wrong medicine today? I’m done with you!”

After Christof left, I looked at Harald with teary eyes.

“At least you’re kind, Your Highness. Boohoo...”

[Louisa has changed for the better!]

[The sweet, spoiled girl deserves the best life. Harald, your good days are here!]

[Oh man, Christof will be jealous if he hears that]

Harald’s face instantly turned red. He looked away awkwardly.

“O-Of course. Who do you think I am?”

[What a scaredy-cat this man becomes when it comes to love.]

Three days later, the royal family held a hunt. The king was in high spirits. He even offered a jeweled hunting knife as a prize.

I searched through the eager young people and found Harald.

“You’re going the wrong way. Christof is over there.”

Harald nonchalantly pointed to the opposite side.

[Yeah, right. Look at him acting tough when he’s been holding on to that comb every day like a lovesick puppy!]

[He’s been bragging about those two jars of elderflower wine to everyone.]

[Harald, I swear, try saying something useful for once.]

“I’m not lost. Thanks for the handkerchief, Your Highness,” I said and smiled plainly as I handed the handkerchief back.

He took it and glanced toward Christof’s side with a frivolous smile.

“Ms. Sinclair, if you keep this act up, you’re not going to be able to explain yourself to Christof.”

He thought I had been using him to make Christof jealous.

Just as I was about to argue back, some young aristocrats from the other side started making snide remarks.

“Ooh, Ms. Sinclair. Your Christof is right here.

“Are you lost?”

The people around Christof have always made fun of my one-sided love for him. They would tease and mock me from time to time.

Christof had never once stopped them. He seemed to enjoy watching the spectacle involving me.

Something was different this time. He raised his head and looked directly at me. “Louisa, come over here.”

The people around him chimed in, “His Highness is calling you. Hurry up!”

I frowned and snapped in a low voice, “I’ll stand wherever I want. None of you gets to tell me otherwise.”

I turned to Harald and said with a smile, “Good luck winning first place, Your Highness.”

Harald froze for a moment before he broke into a bright, cocky smile.

“Thanks!”

[Harald, honey, I can only imagine the butterflies in your stomach right now!]

[You go, Harald! You’re about to have a wife!]

Christof glared at me with a dark gaze and then stormed off angrily.

Before leaving, he said harshly that as long as he was there, no one else would take first place.

I regretted my actions. I should not have been so showy.

The hunting ground was vast. There was no telling what might happen in such a place.

“That sour expression looks ugly on you.”

“Harald!”

I was being worried about him, but he insulted me instead.

He patted my head and said, “Relax. I’m not some pushover.”

[So he sneaks in a sweet moment and then bails? Man up!]

[No, he was blushing really hard. He’s afraid Louisa would catch on.]

I watched as he left. I could feel myself blushing, too.

Horses galloped at full speed. Arrows tore through the air. The hunt was fiercely intense.

Harald moved with grace and struck with speed. Every shot hit its target. Many people paid attention to him.

“Wow. I didn’t know Harald was this skilled.”

“Right? He’s actually on par with Prince Christof.”

“How come we never noticed it once?”

Even the king stared at Harald’s figure and seemed lost in thought.

[Of course. That’s because he didn’t care before.]

[Now it’s different. For his wife’s sake, of course, he’s going all out.]

The herald announced the tally.

“Prince Christof: twenty-four.

“Prince Harald: twenty-four.”

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

“He tied with Prince Christof. That’s impressive!”

The king nodded.

“Harald, you did well this time. However, I only have one jeweled hunting knife.”

Christof glanced smugly at Harald and then at me. He then said, “Father, you’ve always given me plenty. I’m happy to give this jeweled hunting knife to Harald.”

Upon hearing that, the king nodded approvingly. The people also showered Christof with praise. They called him gracious and noble.

Harald clicked his tongue scornfully, then walked over to the hunt and used his sword to lift open the dead tiger’s mouth.

“Look here!”