You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 479

"? What is-" — She managed to say before his hands reached her. Receiving the intensity he had been trying to control. — "~? Mh-... fun... z-Zel-...~"

"! Lady... My Lady... You cannot be this wonderous, lady Marianne..." — Ensimismated in the thrill of the moment he sighed inspired by her tenderness, kissing her many times as if collecting the grazes he missed during the days of search. — "*peck* *peck* You... *smoo~ch...* You cannot... *smooch..*... Or what I thought was a hazard will become meaningless from now on."

Holding her so their gazes met and experienced his infatuation Zeleskiaz said, too heated to contain himself at the overflowing devotion. Kissing her deeper and feeling the heat infect her lovely cheeks while the lady’s lips tried to comply with his intense affection... sensing the danger of his manliness menace the purity of their meeting, scowling at his own flesh’s passions... Solely separating after sucking the fleshy edges of the woman with a last bite that invited her gasps to caress his hunger while her weak hands trembled trying to hold onto him. — "Haaah... with this, there’s no other choice but for me to leave your side right now..."

"Huff... fh..m... w-why..."

"..... because all I want is to continue taking your breath away... while your eyes look at me like this." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Mm~...!"

A strong seal was given, tight, reticent to release the touch... and yet he rushed away. Fighting the desires her dazed gaze and sweet taste lit, endangering this courtship so promptly. Almost running away... for the woman’s clear agreement to his courting, to his devotion... was not in the least an easy bliss his soul and heart could manage as her disposition to allow his impulses was apparent in the reluctance of her bewildered hands to release her grasp.

’Lords... This is true madness...!’ — With an exalted heart race, Zeleskiaz thought dizzy to the complex happiness and frustration owning his being. Hearing how the dainty feet of his beloved hastily went to peek at the balcony he escaped with befuddlement inundating his reason. Perplexed even if knowledgable of every detail that traversed in each second of this awaited encounter... much sweeter... dangerously tender and maliciously pure in its enchantment than he once could imagine. — ’How not to lose control...?! She’s so....! So lovely yet audacious...!"

The breeze, merciless to his trouble brought the aroma of the woman to his window, feeling as if close while his conflicted being paced around in disbelief to the marvel... feeling the palpitations of his heart resonate strongly throughout his body, excited yet unwilling to let the lust taint what was an innocent agreement... Wishing for his love to prove itself fully and respectfully so soon a ring could decorate her hand... one as marvellous as the unexpected gift currently decorating his chest... one the prince, took indifferently to the shirt carrying it... observing it once again as if it was a first... licking the lips that still had a taste of hers...

"Madness... loving you drove me to it..." — The crown prince smiled hoping for daylight to arrive, imagining the days to come...

— You have permission, my prince... —

"And I delightfully fell into it..." — He whispered to the gift preciously... recalling the permission while feeling troubled. For it was not as simple once listening to her sound and watching such expression in the beloved.

’I once believed you requested my caress while in your tender silence... yet hearing a concealed petition... my love... oh my love...’ — "Every step closer to you is a hazard I rejoice in, my Loved woman..... haaa, is it now that I have permission to court you special closeness that it became a new challenge? For I need to treasure this opportunity... For I cannot ruin... what could be the start of a life beside you, my love..."

In a whisper, his delight reverberated to the illusions... a new relationship... one that had ended its vague meaning was celebrated by what in their youth and first was an innocent sentiment... pure in its passion and devotion... even against those whose unwanted eyes were watching without shame.

"... Nothing is going as planned..." — That one we need the chosen to fight said while far from the palace. Unable to grasp a good watch as Fenrir’s protection was strengthening. — "Her death keeps surviving the threads I’ve prepared around her neck. None of those I’ve poisoned their minds are doing as they should... and now that she survived this... it will be more difficult to get rid of Calla’s chosen... DAMN IT!"

*Crash!*

With the hand that appeared youthful thanks to her power, the despicable evil threw away the eye with which she observed from the shadows those for whom she aimed. Enraged... for no way she had to turn back time.

"I thought I had contaminated the siblings and the Mother properly!! She was supposed to become useless and die before learning her purpose!!! Now Izeneya can aid her even more with each passing day!!! Marianne... Marianne!!! You and that cursed blood you share with that annoying Jørgen!!! It’s certainly thicker in you... just like your father!!! That’s why I failed to kill you these many times!!!"

Her rage was inviting her hand to build a mess in the chamber of a house she was using for her purpose... and it halted even while her wrath painted her demeanour with scary shade, cracking the corpse she could manage as she wanted, horrifyingly sombre while knowing even those she hoped to tangle in her deathly threads were not falling for the lure on their end.

"... Her attending to the debutante was the start of my troubles... how she survived the poison I made the useless girl give is still a wonder... Everything’s wrong... that girl is even aware something’s wrong with herself now..."

*Knock knock*

"... Yes?"

"Miss, I heard a loud sound, are you alright?"

"Hm? What sound? I think I did not hear it... maybe it was somewhere else..."

"Ah... yes. I apologise for intruding at this late hour."

"It is no problem, haha~ I was not sleeping anyways~"

"Good night, Miss."

"Good night~..."

The gentle smile she gave to the servant of another household, started to fade the more she looked at the entrance and the darkness of the night appeared to inhabit her eyes, dangerous... unwilling to let the purpose of her evilness fail to be earned.

"... I need to focus... my bones... he will not bury them and he will love me properly... death was our sacrifice to be together... you are him today and you haven’t recognised me because of her... but I’ll make it so our destiny finally allows us to be together..... One like Calla won’t separate us again..."