Chapter 274: Chapter 274
Behind them, Vitor enhanced his aura, gradually as his Teacher had instructed. And feeling its polite pressure Zeleskiaz glanced behind to also peek at that one before them that threatened with constrained rage in his golden eyes.
He took notice just like he did back at the Bal. Hence, the Prince arrogantly continued to speak after the delectable pause from watching the Lady answer her parent went cold between the men on guard.
"I ought to say it is saddening that it has come to this... I am sure the Lady will be missed greatly in our Palace’s corridors." — Watching her softly, Zeleskiaz said so everyone could hear. Yet dedicating the sweetness in his voice solely to the Lady.
"I am sure they will. How kind of you to say. Your Highness." — Malhumored, Orland’s brow twitched at the shameless flirting of the Crown Prince towards his daughter. Lightly bringing her closer so her hand would slide away from the Prince’s grasp.
"It is the truth." — He answered, maintaining his gaze on the woman. And firing up the protective Father’s frustrated rage.
"Ah~ Yes. Indeed. Nevertheless, I ought to appreciate your offering in accompanying my daughter on this journey. It is a shame the return is as lengthy and you CANNOT stay for long here." — ’This brat! At least look at me when you speak! Stop drooling at my child!’
Moving slyly to place himself in between the Prince and Marianne, Orland feigned friendliness in his answer. Which incited the other offspring to join in the conversation.
"A real pity. His Highness ought to be busy with his duties." — Still controlled in his sanity Paul answered, slightly victorious at the apparent support his Father was giving to his wish to cast away Zeleskiaz from the duchy.
"Father, Brother. What is this discourtesy you two are suddenly showing to His Highness? Although your statements are truthful, at the very least we ought to invite the Crown Prince inside for the according refreshment!"
However, the youngest of the Sylfinnier spoke, offering the proper hospitality to give new attempts for her youthful intentions.
The men held silence in their place to her reprimand and each glanced differently at the young Miss pacing with difficult elegance closer to the Crown Prince.
"I believe His Highness could find some rest, at least for a moment in our manor. Do honour us with your presence, my Prince." — Trying to appear gracious, Theressa elegantly invited the royal with deep reverence. Apparently forgetting the coldness Zeleskiaz had used with her before departing the Palace.
Nonetheless, as sly as the naive Theressa was, Zeleskiaz was clever. And at an invitation to broaden his time in the Beloved Lady’s presence... He would fake gentle politeness this time... Brilliantly crafting it so some things he wanted to see, would be shown.
"As his Grace and your brother said, time is indeed against me. However, that refreshment, I will gladly accept it, Young Lady."
He used his hues to manipulate the naive Miss who stammered in her words at the good response from the one she was in love with.
"T–tr–truly?... ah... Then! Please let us guide you inside." — Turning on her feet, Theressa joyfully decided to lead the way of the Prince into their Residence.
Regardless, a hand that followed her steps came to grab her limb, shaking her to whisper in a threatening tone.
"Theressa. Don’t act selfishly."
"!?... Brother. You are being disrespectful to His Highness... And... I won’t miss any good chance."
"This is beyond your place."
"Release me."
Shaking her arm to free it from the hurtful grip of the edgy Paul, she then glanced back to peek and speak calmly.
"This way please."
Unaware that those walking behind them were alert to their behaviour, the two siblings walked seemingly composed.
However... one’s hearing was acute and the other two had good eyes and instincts.
Also acting as usual they followed the eager Theressa while exchanging words with the one Lady whose focus was easy to distract and who had not noticed what those walking along her had grasped.
"May I be escorted by my Lady?" — Wishing to feel her hand around his arm again Zeleskiaz told the Lady, while the short exchange reached his hearing.
’Ha. A chance?’ — He thought. Coming back to look at Marianne’s visage, whose lids lowered for a moment to agree with a nod as her hand came back to his arm. — ’... It is I who won’t miss any chance...’
Meanwhile, the Father who took notice of his three children, however, most of those he was doubtful of was approached by the elderly Butler; who stood gracious a step behind his side and told in a discreet voice to the Master he knew better than no one in this Household.
"It is a mere supposition from this old head I own... Yet I believe my Lord has returned with new concerns... Am I right?"
"... You are, Thomas." — Both looking ahead, watching the Duke’s offspring, the Prince and his daughters’ bodyguards in their tail, Orland’s worry invaded his countenance. Although relieved, that his wise right hand was near to support him. — "I learned things that caused great worry... And truthfully..."
"It is alright..." — Thomas interrupted his Master, already aware of his following words. — "My Lord’s heart will not stay broken for long."
"..."
To his words, Orland turned to look at the experienced elder with surprise engraved in the conflict of his eyes. Keeping silent, Thomas’s gaze met his with comprehensive sympathy, to then lower as he continued.
"I know no details on what his Grace learnt... Yet there are things I noticed in your absence and... This Butler has served you from before Thou gained thee Title. Hence, I am to inform Thou of everything, Young Master Orland."
"..... I am Duke now. Yet... Thank you, Thomas. It is... A relief that I do not need to explain to you."
Hearing the old way Thomas addressed him before inheriting the Duchy, emotions filled Orland’s chest. Feeling once more the vulnerability he felt in his youth, along with the consolation of having Thomas’s experience to guide him if he wavered.
"I do need some explanations, my Lord. Only then my help will be thorough."
"Sigh... It is a manner of speech."
"I am solely making sure it is known... I shall follow behind you after arranging the luggage."
"... Please do."
"Oh. One more thing, my Lord." — Thomas stopped the Duke as he was already walking the path the others had crossed. Smiling in wrinkled eyes to his Lord as one other thing he noticed was to be told. — "Some were heartbreaking, yet it seems some were heavenly delightful... Those things you learnt."
"... That’s true." — Honestly happy with his words, Orland agreed.
"Hmm. I was already hopeful the day you my Lord and the ladies left. Nonetheless, the little Miss is one that exceeds this elder’s expectations... Lady Marianne... The Young Miss looks stunningly vivid... I could not believe what these old eyes saw when her figure appeared."