Chapter 234: Chapter 234
His apology was reluctantly accepted at the thoughts she had while in blush.
The child was prideful yet malleable in her resolve. Hence, she faced the Prince again, ready to receive his aid. Offering her visage as the almost unnoticeable bulge of a displeased frown threatened to appear in her expression.
Zeleskiaz had seen with the soft ray of light how her stiff expression battled the puzzlement she felt... Therefore, putting aside the admiration her any motion submitted, the Crown Prince cautiously caressed her plump fringes, tilting her head to look up at him with careful fingers.
"..."
As slowly Zeleskiaz wiped the colour from the place it did not belong to as entranced by her gentle beauty the man fell.
Then... Towards his imminent loss... He saw the need to halt the covered finger... As more moisture was required to clean the Lady.
Thu–Thump Thu–Thump... His heart accelerated for her lids were shut.
And shame commenced to invade him... As well as lust at what the action entailed.
’Mine... will blend with hers if I do this...’
The heated man illusioned as the fabric came to graze his lips, expectant to soak it with his own moisture.
"...?"
The damp warmth of his following touch stranged her. Nevertheless, it was not enough for her to open the bushy lids to peek at the man.
’... My Lady... did the thought not cross your mind?’
Moving his finger through the edge of her cherry lips, he drowsily pondered.
’... Was it not excruciatingly exciting... To dampen my lips in your taste... As it is for me to damp yours in mine...?’
The man entering another fantasy inquired to the ignorant woman. Dangerously looming over her again as his tongue tasted where her finger had cleaned.
"....."
Zeleskiaz’s finger then stopped moving for him to consider... Triggered by the madness love ignited within him.
Disrupting his clarity... Even his orderly manners.
’... Is it necessary to damper the fabric?’
Prodding on the softness of her flesh he commenced to consider with erratic heartbeats.
"..." — ’Hey... could you hurry up? My neck...’
’Can I not just merely... do this?’
’It’s starting to hurt–!!?’
Zeleskiaz’s hand pulled her even when his own countenance lowered to reach her.
The soaked warmth of his trace became cold as it advanced...
Following the lines framing her mouth, beastly, like the thirst he once searched in blood... Yet tender... For he would never fathom harming the owner of such a sweet taste.
"??..!?...!?!?"
Meeting her wide eyes he paused. Only to smirk in pleasure as he licked his own lips again.
"... This way is better, My Lady..." — He told her, ready to go for another bite of her lips.
"!!?n!!"
Nonetheless, Marianne stopped him, pale at his brazen acts.
’No way in hell!! What happened to "I yon’t wañt to yisk it"?!’ — The woman mocked the man’s previous words. — ’Remember you have only three chances left kinky!!! Come on! Pull yourself together, Young Man!!! I’m actually begging you here!!! Sob!’
Her hand over her mouth was everything she could manage to do to hinder his intention. Hitting him lightly as she reproached him, asking for the self-control Zeleskiaz has always struggled with as her expression conveyed the conflict she felt at his sudden actions.
"... ah.... siiiigh..."
The many motions of her, took a second for the Prince to realise. Causing the thick exasperated sighs to leave the man... that was too weak for the feelings welling up in his soul.
"I....."
"....."
The deep scowl on his forehead was enough for her to know how regretful the Crown Prince became.
"kh...!.. I curse myself every time, my Lady..... I just... fuhhh.... I’m..... I’m at a loss... My whole self... I–"
’Alright, that’s enough.’ — Lightly patting his cheeks, truthfully intending for it to be strong as a waking slap although her force did not permit it, Marianne stopped Zeleskiaz from speaking further.
’I don’t understand anything that you’re saying, kinky. What’s more... It doesn’t look cool for a handsome Male Lead to do this. Not now at least.’
"....."
Looking firmly into his eyes she desired to transmit such things.
Ultimately, Marianne gestured pointing to her own lips, nodding, and tilting her head to know if she was fine to go back.
"... It’s... clean..."— The Prince responded, absorbed in her actions.
’Very well. Now let’s go. Open this thing. I have other plans besides not being discovered as a b*tch and avoiding my psycho siblings tonight.’
Done with letting the situation take the best of her, the foreigner dismissed any conflicting thoughts at the man’s sudden turmoil.
She was now who held the reins of the situation.
Hence, in the narrow space, she pressed Zeleskiaz, pushing him to look for the way out and get back to where the event was held.
*******
Getting out of the hole, I peeked to see if anyone was near.
Thankful, since that wasn’t the case.
’We should go somewhere everyone can see us... It won’t do us any good if rumours start because the Crown Prince and the Ninth disappeared together... ’
My plan was to separate right then and there. At least to ensure that no curious noble’s eye caught sight of us and began those troublesome rumours.
’I’ll go ahead... See ya, kinky.’ — I told him with a polite reverence, too centred on executing the mission to recall he cannot read my mind.
"!?"
"My Lady, please wait..." — Placing himself before me to close my path, he said.
"..."
His action broke my one–track intent instantly.
It was obvious in his expression... That he was fighting some kind of grief.
Silence is no good at times like this.
My eyes can only transmit my feelings to a certain extent... And clearly, saying a brief goodbye when I had cut him off of his turmoil to get myself to the Ball fast had not been, neither nice nor a good idea.
’D*mn it... I’m also inept at times... I won’t say always because I might cry...’ — Ashamed of myself, I reflected... As I saw his gaze drift away... Somehow... Afraid to ask... When there was no need for such cautiousness from him.
The hazy image of him trying to say something came back to me. He had said with a pained voice that he cursed himself often...
That... from what I can deduce... Something bothered his whole being... Probably...
’It’s likely us, who has him so bothered...’
If not, why act like that in front of us...?
’... At a time like this... I... I think it’s not good to talk about it... For either of us... Not right now since he seems so shaken...’
"....."
’... Yeah, sweetheart... I also had that following "but" stuck on my throat.’
We shared the same feeling towards what I had come to believe in our current situation... thankfully.
We didn’t want him to feel grief because of us... We wanted to appease the scowl of his thick brows, which only made his fierce eyes look sad instead of sexy.
My hand went for the new stack the Duke had prepared for tonight, and wrote what needed to be expressed with words instead of gestures.
[ It isbetter if we go separately, Prince Zeleskiaz. ]
"..."
...
I pondered for a moment thinking of how to make him feel at ease after he read that..... But I can’t just say things based on suppositions.
[ What is it that brings that expression upon you, my Prince? ]
The words made me nervous... But that’s what I think was needed to be asked...
"....."
His silence felt endless, yet... I could see that his final answer had no hesitation in it.
"Your dislike, My Lady."
Such a short response... That one word... That said nothing... But at the same time hid everything.
’... Even so... That’s good enough of an answer, Mad Prince.’
[ No Fear. ]
The words I had told him before were written. But this time, I added a pair of new ones.
[ No Dislike. ]
"..." — He stared intently in blank expression at my note.
’Earning my dislike deserves some merits... Merits on how annoying you come to be seen in my eyes.’
Until now he’s been more troublesome than annoying...
If he were annoying, I wouldn’t even bother with making this clear.
But even when he’s been troublesome... He’s interesting...
Adorable...
And if I’m to be shameless... Hot in his mischievous teasing... Fun to be with... Oddly comforting and mysteriously...
’Someone I don’t mind being touched by and even enjoy his touch.’
...
If anything, I like it.
I trust that I can count on him for the remaining time this novel has before the start of its original story...
Hopefully... I also want to trust him even after it starts...
And maybe... If that happens... Give this sensation he gives me a name and stop feigning ignorance to keep it in check.
[ We are supposed to "attend some matters". So I trust that the Crown Prince will join me shortly after.
For any concern you may have, I will listen at a later meeting, my Prince. ]
At his lack of response, I then handed this new message. To which he finally reacted.
"... Is such kindness out of obligation?" — I heard him mumble at my notes.
And so... Terribly sorry that he had the impulse to ask such a thing in his dejected state. I answered with the truth I wanted to keep hidden for a little more.
"..."
[ Such kindness is not meant to repay yours.
It is one that naturally was born within me since I care for the Crown Prince. ]
’The Crown Prince... Who keeps on showing himself so lovely.’