You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 474
The image of his broken demeanour while almost begging in request as the father held onto his daughter made the Crown Prince’s heart waver. Distressed by the situation that did not allow more blood to be spilt. — ’Haaa... the duke’s condition was also what kept me from killing him back then..... but I should have... Now it’s more difficult to do it when he’s in that prison...’
The Crown Prince’s wish to kill the hated sibling of his beloved had not faded in the slightest as days passed... yet restraint was forced upon him for the prison in which Paul had fallen was one Fenrir himself had cursed so only once the Empire’s sentence would fall on the prisoner his instincts could devour the prey inside... as if preparing it’s head to be his snack.
Nevertheless, Zeleskiaz dressed into new garments aware that His being could be expelled from that prison and leaving the thought aside while hoping that this time, unlike past days, to look better kept for the eyes of the woman would at least see him if permitted to visit... even if unconfident of the future they could meet once standing before the other...
Nervous, he sighed at the dim reflex of himself in a chamber lacking much light from the candles... Pacing back to his mattress after combing with tired hands his wet hair back, tired and yearnful, as if the simplicity of his shirt was the representation of other lovely nights he slyly visited her.
"..."
A small coffer of velvety texture Biel had given after searching the house Marianne was kidnapped in was stared at once close to the night table... Thinking about her who owned it, while listening to the knock on his door that would take his thoughts away for a moment.
"Your Highness, it’s me, Biel."
"... What is it? What did they say?" — Shortly after hearing his presence Zeleskiaz opened the door to talk with the close right hand.
"She’s in good condition, only the bruises and some cuts have to be taken care of... the ankle she sprained should heal better now so they will keep an eye on it but... They say her body’s vitality was regained almost better than any common man now that she’s awake..."
"... Is that true? Then... she’s not in danger?? She’s not ill or anything??"
"Yeah... she’s healthy if we take aside the bruises and her ankle... She fell asleep after the check up so... maybe it’s better for you to also rest."
"... She fell asleep?"
"Yes... Doctor Deslys said it’s to be expected... tomorrow she’ll start having more common days..."
"....."
"Don’t worry anymore, man... She was fine, I’m telling you what the physicians said word by word... You should rest as well so you can go to her tomorrow. You guys can talk things out then, when more rest is in your heads. Things haven’t been easy for you, you should take a breather before going to her again, mate."
"..."
"... I’ll be going now. I left the men guarding her door along with Vitor... that guy also refused to leave his duty even though he’s yet to recover. Guilt’s been eating him up just like that one from the Umbra Quadrigis... The lady’s quite lucky to have such loyal guards..." — Biel said, giving a pat on a down Zeleskiaz, smiling sorry to the Master who couldn’t cope with the wishes and emotions invading him. — "Rest well, tell me how it goes tomorrow. Alright?"
The Crown Prince quietly went back into his chambers, going to the night table where the coffer had been kept at, holding it in his hands as he recalled what the right hand had told when giving it.
— We found this in the dress she wore to the Ball... he had it in his study... besides that, there are no other belongings from the Lady in this place... Want me to give it to her Father? —
— ... The duke’s busy with his two other children... let’s not give him more to worry... when she wakes up I’ll return it to her. —
The velvet was caressed by his thumb, curious as to what was inside... yet the Crown Prince wished to respect a woman’s belongings... while his heart persisted with its desire to meet her even against the founded excuses those guarding her conveyed.
"... it looks like one for jewellery... I wonder why she had this with her..." — Never opening the small coffer, Zeleskiaz held onto it, keeping it safe to eventually return it to the Lady... also hoping to use it as an excuse was he to be deprived of going to her given the last exchange both had.
Hence, his head lifted, glancing at the window he had not peeked from since his determination to guard her slumber was allowed to wait by her side... and his body moved, following his heart’s wishes... leaning on the window’s side to watch the balcony below his beloved owned while resting inside... away from eternal sleep as the whole Empire once feared.
’... to think... that simply knowing you are filling that chamber with your lovely aura... alive and safe again...’ — Zeleskiaz fondly sighed, mesmerised as he now could feel her aura become stronger the more her soul governed the body again... fully this time... Provoking delightful shiver in the enamoured prince who to the bliss of her mere essence being near, concerns could be forgotten for a moment. — ’It is such a blessing whilst in waver... I can tell and hear the breathing I once almost missed by its faintness..... your scent... so alluring and sweetly innocent... even the breeze is needless to let my spirit notice it near, my love...’
"... Marianne... even though I am unconfident of meeting you in private... even though I... fear the eyes you will look at me with given the hurtful separation we had..." — He told with ensimismated gaze to the balcony his heart whispered to him to visit... leaning to look at it with the moon illuminating his skin while the ruby of his hues reverberated to the lovesome joy of having her near and safe with enamoured pink, overwhelming his breathing... as the man desired to at least peek at her resting figure even if for a second. — "I tremble with this never-ending passion I dedicate to your being, Marianne... I suffocate in this place solely by the emotions and feelings from this devotion..."
