You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 476
"! Yes! I would never stain myself with another woman, my Lady! That... that night, that woman one-sidedly decided to come into our place and...! It infuriated me... how shamelessly and disgracefully she tried to invade the place I was waiting for you... I told her from the moment I saw her to leave... yet if not because I forced her to do so... I-... I do not want to speak badly of a lady as such is what manners tell a gentleman not to do... however..... believe myself, my Lady... I... I would never let my hand touch or be touched by any other..."
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"... not unless it is you... My lady Marianne..."
"..."
"Do believe me..."
Holding onto her hand, leaning and begging with the weakness of his sound, Zeleskiaz requested the lady to find truth in his words, inhaling her scent, nervous to lose it... even though the woman was lost in the tenderness her soul held with strength in the desire to believe his every word and expression...
"... Believing you... is what I wanted to do... from the very moment I walked to my balcony tonight, my prince..." — With pure delight in her hues she told to the stunned man. — "I believed that a wish to meet myself would bring you to that door... as much as I believe that... my reaction at the time was rushed and blinded..."
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"I believe what you have said that happened... and I am delighted to know... you also see that place as ours, my prince."
"T-truly?... You believe me, my lady...?"
"Yes... I believe in the sincerity you have always shown me, Crown Prince. Hence, this time is no different..."
"... I swear it is the truth... in our place... I want only us to visit, my Lady..."
"I... I believe you..." — Following the inspired man’s lean, Marianne tenderly smiled consequent to the Crown Prince’s delight, yet his inspiration that wanted to take a graze as soon as he found relief, was stopped by the fair lady. For there was more to tell... matters that she had prepared for that night yet could not be done. — "The place is ours and hence... with the wish to give his highness this coffer as a gift, I had called you there where I once promised I would one day tell with spoken words some matters to you..."
"A gift?... this was... for me, my Lady?"
"It is for you, my prince..." — Marianne said, shy as her hand made his grasp it better, feeling the blush of her cheeks strengthen as its meaning wished to be told... Bashful, nervous... anticipant of the words to tell so his welcome, that one she received as soon as her eyes opened could be replied as strongly as her whole soul truly felt. — "I had requested for it to be made long before the Ball... my sound had acquired better volume and as I wanted to surprise you... I also wanted to give something that holds significance for us..."
Helping him open the coffer for the man was hypnotized by the sight and matters the beloved was telling, his chaotic flutters allowed his gaze to fall on the accessory inside. Oval, delicate and beautiful, a brooch that had golden bindweed framed a piece similar to those the lady wore hoping to preserve the flowers she once received, with a blooming button of a rose in it.
"....."
His silence as he admired the beauty of its red was then demanding to see the beauty that had gifted it. Meeting innocent anthracite that watched nervously his reaction. Feeling the need to tell more about it as shyness came back to her after meeting Zeleskiaz’s mesmerized ultramarine.
"um... It is one of the roses his highness gifted to me the night we went to the festival... I chose that one because it was smaller so it could fit within... yet I still have the others... I am wondering how to preserve them all together, haha..."
"....."
"... is it to the prince’s liking?"
"It is."
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"I love it... my Lady..." — The way his gaze intensely looked into Marianne’s eyes shook the woman’s insides with thrilling delight as his words appeared to tell something else... and her visage lowered blushed by the heat of his gallantry, wishing to confess... wishing to end what a silent relationship driven by impulses and craves had been delaying only so her sound could tell it.
"... Crown Prince... what we have shared ever since meeting each other... I hope with this gift you may understand how much I... care for it..."
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"Within myself... I would like for what we have... uhm... to end its ambiguity... it’s unnamed occurrence..."
"... My Lady Marianne... I cannot let yourself be the one to ask this." — Infected by the anxiety of the woman, his feelings started to talk, unable to remain quiet solely admiring the beloved’s sweetness. Zeleskiaz’s hand that held onto the gift and her hand, brought them closer to the chest it would soon decorate... and his entranced self leaned onto the beloved’s essence, overwhelmed to tell everything his patience had restrained until tonight.
"I have been longing for this moment to come with desperation... I have been... restraining my every impulse that craves you in wish to convey how much thought I place on your being, my- my lady..."
"... I have also-"
"Yet you do not know how much I’ve desired to tell it... with every meeting... with every breath I take near you, my lady..."
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"It is appalling how my intentions... the more I learned about you, the more I struggled with myself... my intentions have never changed from the moment I met you, my... my beloved Lady..."
"..... y-you say beloved..."
"Yes... Beloved... for I... I am devoted... to everything you are, Lady Marianne..." — Holding her hand tighter to his chest, Zeleskiaz declared, looking into her eyes while begging for a positive response... capturing her in a daze of delight to stutter nervous thoughts.
"D-does... does that mean..... is his highness saying that... his intentions with myself are serious...?"
