Chapter 259: Chapter 259
Nodding so he could take a seat, I reproached myself for going into my wandering thoughts when I should have done what I intended the moment he "advised" Paige on the Balcony thing.
’He got away with it this time since we relaxed... The idea was to close it before he arrived but... Tomorrow... From tomorrow I’ll make sure–’
...
"..."
’Tomorrow is our last night here... Right.’ — Mentinoning the day that was to come, I recalled what was to happen in those few days that followed.
’... Sigh... I better finish my tea.’
Again, I felt a little down recalling it... However, I am resigned to it. There’s nothing to do about it, really...
We... We will meet again. Later... Somehow.
’It’s always been like that, so we should just... Just... we should just focus on what’s important right now...’
So... I guess it all comes down to this:
What song should we choose tonight?
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The balcony’s glass was open as he had contrived to her maid.
Night was already reigning the vast sky above them, and said breeze he had warned, felt enormously delightful to his skin.
He had seen her Maid leave... Yet he had decided to stay... Peeking from the lightly pulled aside curtain, his fingers had aided to grant sight of the woman. Only for a little.
Only for a second...
For Zeleskiaz was not willing to observe her figure from a distance when he knew such distance could be closed.
’I am to meet you... Sooner or later... Yet the sooner it is... The better for my heart.’
Intensely, his body throbbed at her sight.
And even when he felt his every step and beating of his heart was louder the more he breathed the air of her space... She continued to not notice her enamoured man.
"... Good evening, Lady Marianne."
The surprised gaze he wanted flickered, turning to send the warm exaltation of a loving thunder.
"My Lady is yet to finish her tea."
— I am disrupting your privacy.—
"Nonetheless, may I join you in the meantime?"
—... For I cannot wait apart from you anymore...—
Words so different yet connected were told.
His soul was pointlessly lost in the affection. Nothing more delightful than making his path to her side in any way he could was to be found at this time.
The man knew his soul had been taken for his heart was not enough to contain the feelings.
A soul like his... It knew so clearly... More clear than the purest waters only spirits could cleanse... That it was lost in the chaotic fairness of love.
Gladly lost in the sentiment that it wished to wander further into mesmerising oblivion.
He sat where he had that morning. Only that on the arm of such chair, because he did not want to seat there this time.
’Where you seat... Right beside you is where I belong, my love.’
Zeleskiaz thought, tilting to observe the concentrated Lady that did not watch him make his way there as she had other thoughts.
"I imagine..." — He then commenced, making up on the spot anything he could so her eyes would look at him. Accomplishing it immediately, for her nature was to hold people’s gazes... Most of the time.
"I imagine My Lady rested fairly. Hence, this tea is being sipped?"
’Heh... I rested enough to feel bored. So I would say that’s a yes on my part.’
Her lids looked down in elegant ponder, ultimately nodding and sipping again on the last remaining sips of her cup.
"..."
Such little response kept him staring. Lightly saddened for it felt like an end to a first attempt to get her to see him.
Nevertheless, the lips that commonly would be plain in an aloof mood, kept softening while watching the woman.
Another attempt.
"It is good that is the case."
Marianne’s lids lifted as expected, to look at him.
"I would not like to leave your presence so soon, My Lady."
The man wanted to seduce her with politeness. Politeness that hid in his hues the true intent, calling for her to keep her eyes on him.
’Don’t look away... See how much I am struggling, my love...’
Zeleskiaz swallowed to her staring ponder, griping his own limbs stronger at the strain his body and soul experienced before her.
’Look how I fight the urge... To touch you with these hands that now you own. ’
"It would be a shame to do so." — The Crown Prince told her, sincere for no desire to ever depart resided in him.
At his last sentence, Marianne kept quiet, blinking lightly to finish the rest of her tea while it was still warm.
Clink. — The sound of the porcelain sounded marvellously by her motion. Finally putting aside what was distracting her from the craving man.
And finally, her words commenced to be written... with playful mischief.
[ It appears to me that the Crown Prince also had a dull day. ]
A woman like her was innocent yet clever. The intent of the man was noticed from the moment he greeted her... Although he had not intended such from the beginning.
The tilt of her head was the sign that she was following his game, competing against the provocation Marianne knew she also could afford.
"... It was indeed dull." — Zeleskiaz smiled, joyful that the woman’s attention was his.
More so in this seducingly graceful demeanour.
"Yet I am about to change my mind at such."
’Hah... This idiot...’ — She thought in disbelief at such a shameless answer.
"..."
However, the wish to follow further taunts of the man was not close to fading from the woman hiding entertainment at this very encounter.
Therefore, her hand wrote a sentence that simulated a question, yet implied awareness of its truth.
[ That is an intriguing thing his Highness says. ]
He first read, leaning to read the woman’s letters.
[ I wonder what it is that his Highness expects from this Guest. ]
Zeleskiaz’s eyes widened for a second. Lifting to meet her confident hues that seemed to grant the light of the few candles in her room.
A moment of staring... Oh so endless that it did not seem as brief as it painfully was... In which his hands flinched anxious to reach the Lady, for the answer was too clear to even tell.
’You could never illusion... How great expectations I have for us, Marianne...’
"... I wonder too..." — Lastly he uttered.
’Would eternity last enough for me to achieve them all?’
Both were tense by the obvious attraction. And she, who listened attentively, was the one to break such tension.
A character such as hers... How easy it was for her to do so when the man was already on edge.
’Haha! So you won’t give up, huh? Even though I’m trying to make you drop that cheeky attitude...hehe!’
Whiffs of air left her nose as she looked down with warm cheeks at his dubious answers. Coming to write again, unaware of the deep inhalation he had to take at her lovely view.
’Oh, Woman.....’ — Zeleskias trembled in restraining pain.
[ Maybe better results for today’s session? I believe that is one expectation I would like his Highness to have. ]
Sweetness was now invading her eyes. Regardless, even if she had retreated the mood willing to continue his endearing provocation, Marianne’s light was now even more of a hazard for the Crown Prince to endure.
She had handed the stack to him this time, leaning to take her teacup away as to clean their space and strolled back gracefully to seat further inside the couch she was previously seating at.
He who had stayed staring blankly at the message only came to follow her steps once her back was facing him.
The more she walked away... The more the words his core whispered pushed to come out. So yearningly in a sigh... That maybe it was a miracle she did not hear such infatuated exhalation his lungs let out.
"If only... That was everything..... If only..... You liked and shared every little expectation I have."
The woman arranged her gown properly on the couch ignorant of the mumblings told to her back and lifted her head. Inviting, with the adorable pat on the seat next to hers, to the Prince to find a real place to rest.
’Nonetheless, you somehow grant my illusions without knowing, my love... How magical you are, Marianne...’
Straightening Zeleakiaz accepted the offer without the need for words. Lightly seating to her side, both were now facing each other. Him more leisurely. Leaning forward for his interest was a must. Her sweetly welcoming. Meeting his gaze as she was attentive to him.
The session was soon to begin as that was the principal goal of his visit... Nevertheless, he still needed to answer her last words before getting into developing her sound.
"I know better results will come. Hence it is not expectation, My Lady."
His voice had said so as his gaze stared at his nervous hands... Yet he lifted to meet her grey hues and stated his belief.
"It is a fact."