Chapter 326: Chapter 326
His retreat was felt as chaotic turmoil in his overwhelmed chest.
An escape. One he had never thought he would do so cowardly from his beloved woman... Made the Prince’s embarrassment enhance as he leaned on the wall framing her balcony’s window.
’This time... I truly simply lost a chance... Yet I could not resist it, lovely woman...!’ — The troubled Zeleskiaz thought as his hand muffled his own mouth that knew could slip words from the strong sensations from the recall of her exquisiteness. — ’Such beauty is...’
"Unfair, my love..." — Pained by his instincts, a deep exhalation spread the longing words so the night of brilliant moon could listen. — "... My crave will be damned..."
Straightening to pace around the balcony, Zeleskiaz inhaled ashamed by his lack of resistance when against the woman, and once again, ignorant of what to do with himself, he came to support his weight while laying hands on the railings of a platform he did not wish to leave yet.
"... It’s difficult being around her... " — He said.
Lowering his head. Thinking that the woman... Just as on any other occasion would remain at her chambers after his departure.
Creak... — Nonetheless, the window as it opened further resounded in his ears.
And after his eyes widened at the noise, his head raised to meet those staring at him, surprised and shy behind the door of glass she peeked from.
"..."
Silence reigned even when the wind was strong to disturb it. However, once the lids of the woman lifted, the exhausted lips moved even after reaching a limit, solely so he could read the question she wanted an answer for.
— Why... di..ffi...cult —
"..."
Another moment of silence traversed... With her expectant to learn...
"... Good night, my Lady."
Eventually, he answered... unable to say the truth his heart felt as her scent drifted delicious towards him while her appearance tested his sanity again.
Instead of climbing to the place his bedroom was, his jump was to a lower floor. And a second escape... One she could not follow occurred. Making him blush as this time Zeleskiaz hid from her sight that went to look down from the edge of her balcony. Regretting it immediately, yet was unable to find the courage to redeem his actions while she still looked around for him.
’I am sorry.’ — Zeleskiaz told from the bottom of his soul to the searching Lady... As the answer to her inquiry was continuously repeated within his body and heart. — ’I am sorry, my Love... My dear woman... For if I had not run away from your sweetness... keeping myself restricted to your lips...’
"It’s bloody difficult, My love... I keep wishing for more to touch of you. To own you and your heart..." — Deprived of breath, he whispered, as the Prince was aware her presence had moved back into her chambers.
The feel he had gained on his hands once in a dreamy forest, traversed his body’s memory. Liting the lust of the man as her figure of natural allure was pictured clearly in his head... Pure as the white of her nightgown... Enticing his hand with ease to crawl underneath where he was yet to be allowed to go.
"... I wish I could have you completely... Be my woman, oh Marianne... I wish to have... the permission to relish in the skin hiding under that thin gown and..."
The illusion he had played more than once through his head was replayed uncontrollably by the heat starting to invade Zeleskiaz. Pulsating synchronized with the race of his in-love heartbeats that left him breathless the more he felt the passion enhance.
"huff... I can’t stay here... Not like this..."
Weak by his craves, his hues became red from lovesome thirst... Yet his little strength was enough to take himself back to the lonesome chambers he possessed... Where a craving for love would be fought again, without being satisfied as his new convictions that desired to honour the Lady’s dignity contradicted the needs of his body.
"haa... I need to calm down..." — He told himself while laying on his mattress. — "Yet all I can think of is you, Marianne..."
An endless night was to be experienced again... Not only for the man but for the woman also... Even though the distance had become shorter as they had wished during the days separated.
Sadly for the youthful pair... It would not end once the sun crowned the skies... Nor when a new night arrived with the move of time.
For the schedule of a great event would have the Lady busy, and the schemes of a malicious Emperor would keep the heir to his throne chained to his bureau during the warm hours of the day. Hence, once night arrived...
*tap tap*
"..."
His call would not be answered by the beloved woman, for exhaustion would deprive her of consciousness to open the glass door for his visit.
Nonetheless, desperation would act on its own, and a way the man would craft to let his gaze fall on her at night.
"Maid."
"! Yes, your Highness. How may I serve you."
"... To the maid of the Ninth... Tell her a reminder on my behalf: The current of the night won’t be as strong."
"?... Uh, yes... Yes, Your Highness. I shall deliver your message shortly..."
"Go now."
"!! Yes, your Highness!"
His menacing aura was his ally, along with the power his birth granted over this Palace.
Therefore, after only one night of being deprived of her welcome, a request was made to an accomplice that would now understand that... the suggestion she once thought was out of consideration was in truth the demonstration of his sly manners.
’Oh goodness...!’ — Paige thought to herself once realising. — ’So it was not only at the duchy that the prince had been sneaking into my Lady’s chambers?!’
Red the young maid became while surprise turned into admiration for these schemes that were not expected to be perpetrated by royalty.
Nevertheless, Paige would heed the Crown Prince’s request since the maiden wished for her lady’s happiness to be with the Prince the young maid deemed worthy of her ladyship.
’Alright... I have done as told, Your Highness... May this reckless courtship of yours be successful!!’ — The young maid anxiously prayed inwardly before leaving the chambers of an already dozing Lady.
Once again, once dusk became darker, Zeleskiaz’s feet would land on her balcony and pleased at the sight of a slightly open glass door, he would grin appreciative of the clever maid that understood his request in one try.
’... Paige was it?... I could give her a title just because of this.’ — The Crown Prince almost determined thought before closing onto the glass to quickly become nervous.
*tap tap* — Zeleskiaz’s finger called, hoping an answer would be given... although also attempting to excuse his intrusion if no answer arrived.
"....."
An extensive time he waited. Solely to make sure his intrusion would have a reasonable motive in his head that already knew none of his actions were reasonable.
Yet his hand did not care.
And it moved quietly so the glass door would open, also pushing aside the thick curtains of her window so in the end... between the gap he had unlocked, Calla’s burgundy chamber could be found... only brightened by a single candle... which flame illuminated the figure of a mystical love, resting peacefully in the cold of a couch.