You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 487
"Do you refer to your stack, my lady?"
"... uh, y-yes, haha~" — Being found out again with some manners of speech that had traversed into the one I am right now, I felt embarrassed as I took the post-it notes that I was showing him into my dress’s pocket. Trying to dismiss the fluster while going back to his side, trying to jest about this choice I came to. — "Nevertheless, do you not think that going back to writing my thoughts might aid the Prince?"
"?... What does the lady mean by that?"
"Well... it appears to myself that his highness has yet to accustom to my sound... It shall aid make the prince feel more comfortable." — While hoping to charm the innocence at times the Crown prince showcased I took his arm, ready to depart with a lightened mood. Meeting an expression that seemingly did not understand the small tease I wished to play. Looking at me as if searching for the words he would let out. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"... I am not uncomfortable... it is solely too entrancing to behold."
"... huh?"
"Was I to be honest... then I truthfully doubt getting accustomed to your sound will ever occur, Lady Marianne..."
"..."
"It feels chaotically pleasing with every little sigh you allow to come out."
I was left speechless at the adorable seriousness he decided to convey with his thoughts, and a need to squeeze myself to his side made me timid to continue looking into his deep eyes. Wondering how he could say such gallant things with a seriousness I apparently could not compete with.
"... Perhaps it is I who needs to accustom..." — I eventually said, only noticing how his arm stiffened at my behaviour, for I leaned on him... troubled by the butterflies this man made me feel so effortlessly. — "Shall we go now...?"
"... Yes." — He answered, leaving a taste in myself of something he left untold after seeing the depths of his stare... yet as it had always been between us, it would not take long before it was told.
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The Crown Prince certainly could not accustom to the continuous flutters that became relentless as her sound only intensified the everything he devoted to the lady.
Listening to the thoughts she used to solely convey in the small sheets of a stack had him aghast at how to react so his impulses could remain sane and composed... for nothing he once believed was true now that her voice was regained and his intentions were accepted.
’I’ve got her permission... I know I do...! And yet I feel as if... as if I will abuse my privileges as soon as I let myself be swept into the delight...!’ — Zeleskiaz thought the more words were exchanged with the lady... feeling an excruciating urge to demand a kiss after her dulcet shyness invited him to leave the privacy of her chambers to take the stroll she had unexpectedly suggested. Finding out that his heart did not relax after accomplishing what he forced himself to wait for. — ’It is problematic... I had thought relief would come yet I am more impatient now!’
Nonetheless, he restrained the urge to request the affection he once deemed as stolen... agreeing to leave the chamber without telling his wish to caress, even if briefly, the lips and visage of the lady.
’I need to compose myself... or else I will end up committing a huge mistake because of these feelings I keep amassing for her.’ — Zeleskiaz thought considering the passion he carried... not resigning completely to it, but instead, hoping that a better and more proper time would come so at least a small graze could be allowed by Marianne. Repeating to himself the reasons to keep his good manners. — ’I need to compose myself... in courtship, I need to be even more careful of my craves...’
Walking down the corridors, they would see many men. Knights and guards of the Emperor roamed the palace more than in the days before the Lady’s abduction, for that very reason, as a wish was shared by the Empire to not let anything happen to the Ninth they loved again. Therefore... silence reigned during most of their walk... For the Prince, thinking of possibilities to earn some affectionate privacy with the lady, got lost in a chaotic mind... while the lady looked around, fidgety as he said no word.
’... he’s not talking...’ — She thought, troubled. — ’Maybe I shouldn’t have suggested a stroll... I said it out of the blue...’
’Where to go so I can hear her voice... if I cannot kiss her then at least her sound...’
Both of them walked in deep thought, glancing at each other hoping for a conversation and opportunity. However, a man would cross their path, breaking the silence between the ones in courtship.
"? Your Highness, how odd to find you here... You are with the Ninth, huh." — The right hand of the Prince smirked as he met the eye of the Lady, who did not know who the man was as Zeleskiaz had ordered him to stay far away. — "My Lady, Precious Ninth, it is an honour to finally meet you. The name is Biel, I am His Highness, Crown Prince Zeleskiaz’s Right Hand. It is a delight to meet you and see that you have recovered this nicely."
’... Biel... He did appear in the book...’ — Marianne thought as she bowed deeply and respectfully, wondering about how polite the man had talked, for in the memories of a past, he was not as polite towards the book’s female protagonist.
"... What are you doing here, Biel. Shouldn’t you be somewhere else? Working."
"I needed a break since I have finished most of the work, your Highness." — Restraining his displeasure the right hand said, faking a smile, noticing how the Lady watched him intently. — "Lady Pristina, I have been deprived of meeting you since His Highness has a lot of work he needs myself to do for him you see..."
"Oi don’t say nonsense."
’Oh...’
"Yet I am aware of everything about you. His Highness’s attention is not in his duties yet when it comes to the Ninth-"
"! Alright that’s enough. Leave. Have your break or whatever you need, just don’t be bothersome." — Nervous at what the man could continue to say to the Lady, Zeleskiaz glared stepping ahead. Causing curiosity in that one keeping silent for a facade, and would convey such In her stack.
