EIITAB - Chapter 44 < When Is The Wedding? >
Even If It Is Trampled And Broken
"Saintess, this is the High Priest."
"Come on in."
Since he was the person she had been waiting for most desperately as soon as she opened her eyes today, Anette allowed him to enter the room right away.
The High Priest bowed his waist and showed respect to a Saintess who was less than half his age.
"You are back, High Priest. Please take a seat."
However, Anette hastily asked a question before the high priest even sat down with his buttocks pressed together.
"How did you come to see His Majesty?"
"Whoa."
Instead of answering, the High Priest let out a deep sigh. It was as if he used to want her to recognize his hard work. But Anette also had a sweet tooth, so she didn't have the strength to comfort him right now. She was serious, and she stared at him with nervous eyes in her eyes.
the High Priest, who felt uncomfortable with that gaze, cleared his throat a couple of times and shook his head heavily.
"I think it will be difficult for things to proceed as we wish."
At that moment, Anette's eyes turned sharp. Her long fingernails dug into her palms. Anette swallowed her sigh and opened her lips. Her usual life was nowhere to be seen.
"Then the date has been decided."
She, who had managed to maintain her senses, looked at her minister with a sinister glint in her eyes. The High Priest swallowed her dry saliva at her attitude of telling him to speak quickly.
Something about her felt like she wasn't the Anette he knew.
***
Aslan arrived at the Kalathi Mansion only around lunchtime.
"What about the Princess?"
"After breakfast, she is in your room. She said she would return after seeing you..."
"Okay."
After asking Robert about Hestia's whereabouts, he went straight up to his bedroom where she was staying without even taking off his coat. The conversation with Yorgos took longer than he expected, and he was worried that our paths might have crossed.
'I'm glad I don't have to walk twice.'
He headed toward his room in a not-bad mood. As the door burst open without knocking, Hestia, who had been waiting for Angela and drinking her tea, turned around in surprise.
"Ah.... You came?"
She quickly put the teacup back on the desk and stood up from her seat. Meanwhile, Aslan froze at her greeting, holding the door open. He felt strange.
'Have you been waiting the whole time? Me?'
It was an unfamiliar feeling that he had felt for the first time.
When Hestia became aware of it, his throat started to tickle, and it felt like a noose was squeezing him deep inside his stomach. Somehow he felt unpleasant.
Aslan narrowed his eyes at her. Hestia shivered at his hard face. The moment he saw that Aslan's face became even harder. For some reason, his willing heart suddenly turned cold and his heart became twisted like a rope.
'Damn it.'
His emotions were racing through his mind without any time to come to his senses, and he was confused. Aslan was unfamiliar with himself like this. It was difficult to even guess what kind of situation this uncontrollable emotion would put him in, so he cursed harshly in his mind.
"Duke...?"
Hestia cautiously called out to Aslan and tilted her head. She was worried that he might be feeling unwell.
"Are you okay?"
Only then did Aslan take his heavy breath. He released his hand from the handle he was gripping with all his might and pushed his back to close his bedroom door. Hestia had no choice but to swallow her dry saliva as his expression gave off an even more bloody aura.
'I didn't expect our relationship to change much just because we spent one night together, but...'
Hestia thought, gently curling her lips and biting them. He and she will not be able to be together as lovers. So, it wasn't that she was hoping for a friendly attitude, but she had some hope that their previously bleak relationship might have improved a little since they had become an intimate relationship.
But the moment she saw his stiff expression, she realized that last night had been hard for him. Something like resignation quickly grew in Hestia's heart.
'We spent the night together, but this man... You still don't want to face me!'
Hestia secretly reflected on her decision to continue living as unnoticed by Aslan as possible. That's why she really hates it.
Without even knowing that she was thinking this, Aslan walked closer to Hestia. Angela greeted him, but Aslan didn't even look at her. He opened his mouth, giving off a somewhat impatient air. He cut off everything he said and threw only the main point, even if it was just empty words, in an unfriendly manner.
"The wedding date has been decided."
However, the content was more shocking than his blunt attitude, so Hestia looked up at him with a surprised expression.
"How? I haven't told His Majesty anything yet?"
"I see him in person this morning."
Hestia was unable to calm down her surprise at the light and nonchalant attitude as if he had just gone for a walk in the garden. Hestia lowered her eyebrows.
"You must have had a hard time. He must have been very angry."
"I overheard it."
Those were profane words that, if Yorgos had heard them, would have grabbed Aslan by the scruff of the neck again.
"Anyway, it happened that way, so the Princess decides what's left."
Aslan took a deep breath and quickly spoke the following words.
"Choose whether you want to stay here or return to the palace. It doesn't matter what."
Hestia thought for a moment.
'Aslan probably doesn't want to face me..'
In that case, Hestia thought that it might be for his benefit to show as little of her face as possible, so she made a voice without confidence.
"To the royal palace..."
But at that moment, Aslan's brow furrowed. He didn't say anything, but Hestia could tell he was upset. Somehow, she felt like her attitude had become more awkward.
'Don't you want me to go back?'
She couldn't possibly be like that, but her mind soon found a plausible reason.
'Ah. Maybe he wants to keep me under surveillance: If that were the case, it wouldn't be impossible to understand her current attitude.'
So Hestia chose to stay at the Kalathi Mansion.
"I don't want to go back to the palace, but if you allow me, I want to stay here."
In fact, it was clear that even if she went back, she would be called in front of Yorgos and continue to hear nagging under the guise of his worries, so Hestia would also be more comfortable on this side if she didn't have to face Aslan all the time.
Nevertheless, she couldn't help but notice her worried face, wondering what she would do if Aslan said something empty. But she couldn't find any sign of that in him at all. Rather, he nodded his head loudly at Hestia's decision and showed a calm attitude.
Angela, who had been quietly listening without intervening in the conversation between the two, cautiously asked Aslan.
"Then may I tell the governess to prepare a room for the Princess to stay?"
"Why?"
Aslan tilted his head with an expression that showed he had heard all the strange questions.
"Anyway, she going to leave for Kalathi soon after the ceremony, so is there even a need for that?"
He said with his arms crossed as he looked down at Hestia with her rabbit eyes.
"Just use this room."
An earthquake occurred in Hestia's pupils.
'What, now... Are you saying we'll be sharing the same room before marriage?'
Then it stopped.
'No... Yeah, well... If we were to be honest, we already had a relationship before marriage...! Still...'
Angela is right next to her! Hestia's face turned bright red. Aslan asked with a serious face.
"Why is your face like that? Where does it hurt? Do you have a fever?"
"Oh, no, nothing."
Aslan looked like he had no idea what was going on. He continued speaking casually.
"I told you yesterday. At least this room is the most usable in this mansion."
"Ah...?"
Hestia stopped moving. She lowered her head and blinked her eyes before gathering her courage and looking up at Aslan.
"There is no room other than this room that can be used. So stay here."
She was still frowning, but it didn't seem like Hestia was annoyed. Hestia unconsciously exchanged a look with Angela. Her maid, who was equally stiff, bravely put her word to Aslan on behalf of her master.
"Then where are you... .."
"You're worried about everything."
Aslan wrinkled his eyes as if he had heard all the pathetic questions. Without giving an exact answer, he ended the conversation and turned to leave the room.
Hestia, who belatedly came to her senses, quickly caught him and stopped him.
"Wait."
"What is it again?"
Aslan looked back at Hestia with his face wrinkled. It was obvious that it was annoying. Hestia was hurt again by that face, but she did not show it outwardly.
She swallowed her dry saliva and opened her lips.
"It won't take long. I caught you because you didn't tell me what was really Important. So? When is the wedding?"
"Ah."
Aslan slowly closed and opened his eyelids, as if he had forgotten. He cleared his throat a couple of times, as if he was embarrassed, and gave a short answer in a slightly quiet voice.
"3 days later."
"Yes?"
It was Angela who reacted before Hestia. She raised her voice in disbelief.
"It's too late!"
Aslan looked back at her, frowning at her. But Angela did not give in.
"You said you were going to hold a wedding ceremony, but how can you be so indifferent!"
Aslan looked slightly surprised and then frowned. But the maid, who had already let go of her reason, was not afraid.
"What about the tiara! What about the dress! What about decorating the ceremony hall?"
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