Chapter 115: Chapter 115 — The Stay at the Palace.
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Watching his two daughters disappear behind the closing doors, Orland quickly changed his warm countenance to the annoyed one he was restraining inside.
Turning to look at his old friend seating on that over-adorned throne, he sent such a deadly glare that brought the creeps to the previously confident Emperor.
"Maurice, you d*mn con man! What did you make my daughter say to make your rotten ego so proud, huh?! Get down here before I go up there and make you taste a good fall, f****** tickle-brained Emperor!!"
"Hey! What in the bloody hell did I do!!? She knows I’m awesome! Why would I make her praise me!! You’re just jealous she likes me this much!! Son of a b**ch! Don’t try to keep the cute child all to yourself!! Selfish b*stard!!"
"!!!...You darn..... I’ll make it so that mug won’t dare say more idiocy!!! Come here, you coward! I have all the right to keep her away from you!! Maurice! You were clearly a fool-born!!! Get your a** here!"
"Orland! Remember I’m the Emperor!! Show some respect for once d*mn it!!!"
"Take off my brain and then I will show respect for you!! Only if I’m brainless I’ll show you respect!! Don’t you feel embarrassed beeing an attention seeker at your age? Do I need to beat you up every time for you to understand, you worthless onion-eyed disgrace of an Emperor!!!!.... My pure child!!!! Messing around with my sweet child...! Rotten m*nger!"
"Gahk! Kuhk! H-Hey! Why do I even have guar– ack! Why do I have guards if they will let you do as you please??! Hey! Take him off of me!!"
Orland had finally caught Francois, who tried his best to avoid the Duke’s hands.
Knowing he wouldn’t be able to escape on his own, the Emperor reproached the immutable guards witnessing their ruler be roughly handled by his childhood friend.
Regardless... the knights did not move a single millimetre from their established positions.
It was well known by all the Empire’s knights... That after the Crown Prince... Orland Sylfinnier was the one knighted noble they should avoid engaging in a fight with.
Thus... The two continued to quarrel without any third intervention... until the Duke’s rage ultimately subsided.
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Happily following her father’s petition, Theressa followed behind me as another servant guided us to the Crown Prince’s whereabouts.
I don’t really know what to expect from this meeting since I’ve only seen him once on the first day of the Spring Ball.
It’s a mystery why he would even invite me here in the first place since all we did was have a single dance at the Ball.
Also, I haven’t forgotten how crazed his behaviour usually was in the main story, so I think I really should be careful where I step in once I meet him.
Though... I’m somehow at ease since he is aware of our condition. He’s seen it before so I don’t think he’ll flip a table in frustration for our silence... Right?...
Actually, I could even say I’m more worried about the, following with blissful steps behind me ignorant dwarf’s safety than mine. She’s annoying, but she’s still a child. Which is most of the reason to be worried.
Theressa will most likely..... Ruin it. Like she always did in the original.
I want to see it.
... But I also don’t want to see it.
This contradiction is simply because... Although it will be fun to witness... I’ll also get a very strong cringe from her raw stupidity.
It will surely be entertaining, but also painful to watch.....
I’m still going to watch though.
I can totally overcome the cringe in a few minutes, I won’t let these scenes go just because I have a nice heart. What’s more, I should pay utmost attention so that when I am finally able to talk, I will have all the clear details that will make her ashamed if she ever messes with me by then.
We are "siblings" and a "siblings" speciality is no less than making fun of each other’s shameful moments. Hence... I need to do my part here as the nice respectable and reliable "older sibling" I am.
It would be great if I could film it, but the era won’t allow it. Therefore, I need to pay utmost attention with these nice pair of eyes and ears I have, fufufu.
’Once I can do more expressions I can even mock her with the face she makes hehehe~ she’s the youngest, so she needs to experience this annoying love~’
Hmm??? Somehow... thinking like that I dislike her a bit less...
"My Lady, we have arrived at His Highness’ bureau. I will proceed to announce the Lady’s arrival."
’Oh, that was faster than expected.’ — I thought as I nodded.
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince. Your valuable guest, Sylfinnier’s Young Lady, has come to see you."
As always a pause tensed the ambience and then...
"... You may come in."
His voice reached us and to his permission, the doors were opened by the servants.
Yet... Not a single second passed... Before my recording eyes had to start filming her idiocy.
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Today was the day the Crown Prince had been anxiously waiting for, ever since the Lady had returned to her household’s manor. The torturing distance between themselves in each of his secret visits had barely kept his thirst in check, and yet, with every single day that passed, his body grew more and more desperate to see her again. The desire would only increase, and so, the restrain in his instincts would only become maddeningly strained by the strength his soul’s emotions were drowning in.
On the last visit he had done to the unaware Lady, his hand was the only blessed one to feel the smoothness of her lovely hair. The aroma of the delicate strand was so seducing and addictive that even after more than ten days had passed without seeing her marvellous figure, the recollection of its ecstatic fragrance spreading tenderly over his lungs, revitalizing his body with an irresistible tingling, made his whole being tremble in passion.
A magic tingling that, was he to let his instinct’s restraints loose... Zeleskiaz would completely indulge in the fervent thirst those enticing fleshy lips provoked on him.
The closeness at the time caused his visits to come to an abrupt end.
Zeleskiaz knew that was him to visit the next time, his self-control would be useless. The Lady’s proximity had been so unreachable until then, that once he got that little chance to meet her entrancing existence with so very small distance... The Crown Prince would never be able to continue his concealed watching over her, without losing to the hellish need to embrace the Lady’s breathtaking body in his arms.
Now, the voice behind the door to his office had brought his heart to a halt with the announcement.
That dangerously captivating woman... Had eventually come to meet him.
Seating with his chair looking at the window next to his desk... The hand supporting his seemingly elusive visage began to sweat with heated excitement for her arrival.
It took him a long moment to get a hold of the exponential growth of his impulses with paced breathing.
Zeleskiaz was finally granted the Lady’s presence near him, and, he had no intention to ruin the chance the merciless gods were giving to him.
For once, the Crown Prince... Was keen to endure the troublesome customs and manners society had craved in people’s history... Only to avoid a new painful detachment from the Lady’s presence.
He would behave according to the gentlemanly teachings he had learned when younger... Solely ensure the Young Lady stays closer to him.
’... My Lady..... You have finally come to me...’ — The Crown Prince smirked in delight, bringing the fingers that long ago had been soaked in her hair’s scent to his sharp nose’s apex to recall the leftover warmth with ecstasy.
Even the long, almost white, eyelashes he elegantly wore on those thrilling eyelids, weren’t obstacles for his purplish gaze to resonate with the beaming light entering with bliss into his office as they slowly opened.
The hue throbbed, letting an alluring pink stele echo from the dark pupils. His eyes, previously lost on his joy, were now flickering foursquare like his sword’s steel.
"You may come in." — He declared from his seat, intensely glancing at the restless fingers lowering their height, which longed for the touch of her frail body.
Expectant for the doors to open, he waited for them to deliver the stunning beauty of his most awaited guest.
Yet... a woman he did not recognise stepped into his bureau, shamelessly smiling as her annoyingly loud strides bounced further inside... And closer to him.
His elusive expression did not change as the Prince observed her idiotic bravery, pondering on what kind of death was it that she desired after breaking into his territory at this crucial time.
However... That so known essence he had craved into his memory in order to find her owner in his private escapes... Reached him like a strong but gentle summer breeze, taking all of his displeasure from the intruder to a forgotten corner of his head.
Zeleskiaz’s eyes moved reflexively towards the source... Finding under the frame conforming his office’s entrance..... The lovely Lady he was expecting.
The long hair was not loose as he was used to seeing it. Yet, he did not get to lament the lack of their wonderful wavy fall... For her appearance in the majestic red dress, permitted his sights to see the fair skin of her shoulders, that smoothly united with the enticing cleft of her clavicle.
"..." — In silence, apparently unbothered, Zeleskiaz gazed at Marianne, robbed of the clarity his mind had a second ago.