Arshan still couldn't forget that day. The day he met his own princess.
Arshan loved reading books since he was young. For Arshan, his family generously gifted him books.
Among them, Arshan's favorite book was a fairy tale titled 'The Princess of the Breeze.'
The Princess of the Breeze is a famous fairy tale by an unknown author, about a man who meets by chance and falls in love with the Princess of the Breeze.
The Princess of the Breeze was literally a Princess born from the breeze and was a mysterious Princess with the power to fly anywhere.
The man passionately woos the Princess of the Breeze, but she rejects him and flies away somewhere. The man looked everywhere for his Princess, but he could not find her. In the end, he gives up on meeting the Princess and returns home. Although it was a simple story for a fairy tale, Arshan liked the book so much that he carried it with him everywhere.
Because the children's book had beautiful illustrations depicting the Princess.
The Princess, wearing a dress as thin and light as a dragonfly's wings and with her long hair flowing down, was truly beautiful.
Arshan thought while looking at the illustration. If he gets married, he wants to do it with a beautiful Princess like this.
However, as Arshan got older, his interest in the book gradually decreased, and after he became an adult, he completely forgot about it.
However, the moment he met Violet in the Avalon Empire, Arshan couldn't help but think of that fairy tale book.
"Princess of the Breeze?"
"... What?"
Because Violet was as beautiful as the Princess of the Breeze, whom Arshan loved so much.
Arshan looked blankly at Violet sitting under the tree.
That's how Arshan and Violet's relationship began.
***
"No matter how much I think about it, traveling to the Avalon Empire at that time was a godsend. In times like this, it seems like there really is such a thing as fate. How did I manage to meet her at that exact time and place?"
"... So, did you just call the person you met for the first time today a Princess?"
"Huh. I think I still want to call her that, but it's embarrassing to be called Princess, so I compromise and just call her Lady."
"..."
Beryl felt pity for Violet. The first person you meet on the street suddenly calls you Princess?
Just thinking about it gave Beryl goosebumps.
"When I think about that, I think Violet also has quite a bit of courage. If you look at the fact that you didn't run away then."
"Ah, that's because the Young Lady was suffering from severe material depletion at the time. I think she didn't run away because she thought she would find out something if she talked to me."
After Rose's wedding, Beryl's expression became serious when he found out that Violet was a writer.
"What kind of subject matter is this to the author that makes her go to such lengths?"
"I'm not a writer, so I'm not sure, but I think it's more important than life."
"My younger sister seems to be practicing writing these days too, but I'm worried. What if she doesn't run away even if she meets a strange person like you to get materials?"
"It's okay, your sister has a reliable husband."
"Well, if she meets a strange guy, he will take care of it. But where are we going today?"
"Where? Of course, it's a flower shop. I want to give her some pretty flowers."
"Then you can go alone? Why did you bring me here?"
"Because I get bored if I go alone."
"..."
Beryl immediately turned around and tried to return to the mansion, but Arshan was faster. Arshan dragged Beryl into the flower shop.
"What kind of flowers should I give her this time?"
"I think she'd be happy if you just gave her anything. All the flowers here are pretty."
"No, I am the type of person who, when given flowers as a gift, look up everything they mean. I can't gift just anything to such a delicate Young Lady. While you're here... go buy a bouquet of flowers to give to your parents. I will do the special calculations for you."
"Okay. I'll take a look too."
But there was no way Beryl had the sense to choose a bouquet. They were all pretty, but Beryl was wondering how to choose and ended up having to get help from a store clerk. With the help of the clerk, Beryl returned to Arshan's place with a rather decent bouquet in his arms.
Arshan was still picking flowers with a serious look on his face.
"You're so disgusting too. Are you still choosing?"
"I couldn't find any flowers that suited her."
"..."
Next time, no matter what happens, don't follow him. Beryl made a promise and squatted down next to Arshan. Arshan grabbed his head while trying to combine different types of flowers.
"Ah, what if this is already happening? I was planning on giving flowers as a gift at the wedding."
"..."
"How do I choose flowers to gift at a wedding? My head hurts just thinking about it."
Beryl looked at Arshan blankly and asked.
"When are you going to marry Violet?"
"Well. Since we have a schedule, wouldn't it be at least two years from now?"
"Where will you live when you get married?"
"Of course, I should live here. The Lady likes this place the most. But once I get married, I won't be able to see you as often as I do now, so I'll have to meet you as much as I can in advance."
"..."
"What's the matter? Thinking about that time already makes me feel sad and regretful, right? It's okay, even if I get married, I will try to see you as often as possible. You'll be fine, too, because you'll be visiting your sister often. So don't be too disappointed."
Beryl shook his head.
"No, that's not why I'm looking at you."
"Huh? Then why?"
"If I look closely, it seems like you are adjusting everything to Violet. Isn't it difficult to live like that?"
"Not at all. What she likes is what I like."
"..."
"What, why are you looking at me like that? What do you have against me?"
Beryl said while scratching the goosebumps on his arms.
"No. It just reminds me of Belial."
"Huh? Why is that person suddenly there?"
"That person also adapts everything to my younger sister to the point where it's creepy."
"Oh, I know that."
"I never dreamed that you and Belial would be similar. Wow, the goosebumps still haven't gone away."
"What are you talking about, Beryl?
Arshan finally picked up all the flowers and said as he stood up.
"That person and I are not similar at all."
"What, are you in a bad mood? I definitely didn't mean that in a bad way. I just think it's similar in that you love one person passionately..."
"I know. I don't mean what you said in a bad way. But I really don't look like him at all."
Beryl was puzzled by Arshan's unusually decisive appearance. But Arshan soon just spoke cheerfully as usual.
"Okay, shall we go now? My heart is already pounding as I think about giving flowers to the Young Lady. Be sure to give your parents a bouquet of flowers, too."
"Okay, don't worry."
He really didn't mean it in a bad way. Beryl left the flower shop while keeping an eye on Arshan.
***
Inside the carriage, Arshan looked out the window with a heavy heart.
The image of Beryl watching him couldn't leave his mind.
Although Beryl dislikes Belial, he appreciates the fact that he truly loves Rose. Arshan was sure he said it with good intentions, but it couldn't be helped.
No matter how much he thought about it, he and Belial had absolutely nothing in common. Arshan muttered.
"Because I..."
But he couldn't continue talking to himself. Because the carriage stopped in front of Violet's mansion. Arshan's expression brightened as if it had never been dark. He ran straight into the mansion.
"Miss, are you there?!"
Violet, whose face was very haggard due to the deadline, answered weakly.
"Yes, I'm here."
"Look at this! I bought flowers for you!"
"Yes? thank you. Looking at the bouquet makes my eyes feel purified."
Arshan asked as he placed flowers in a vase with his own hands.
"Did you eat?"
Violet responded weakly as she continued to move her quill.
"I didn't have time, so I just ate two pieces of bread."
"How long until the deadline is over? I'll tell the maids to bring the dishes as soon as you're done. I haven't had dinner either, so we can eat together."
"I really just need to do a little bit. Hang in there."
"Yes."
Arshan looked at the back of Violet, who was lying diagonally on the sofa, absorbed in writing, and then turned his head.
After meeting Violet, a children's book sent to his hometown was placed on the table. Arshan opened the book. Even now, the beautiful illustrations caught his eye.
Arshan slowly began to read the storybook. The storybook he read after a long time was still boring. But Arshan still liked this fairy tale. Arshan, who was stroking a storybook, opened his mouth.
"You know, lady."
This is because, unlike the main characters in other fairy tales who do whatever it takes to win the person they love, he liked the ending where the man who was looking for the Princess of the Breeze returns home.
Arshan quietly stood up and hugged Violet from behind
"If you don't like me, if you feel like I'm interfering with your work, you can leave me at any time."
"... You're suddenly saying something useless again."
"It's not nonsense. I'm serious."
The man probably wandered around and realized it. The fact that the Princess of the Breeze does not want his love. And he was Arshan, he was the man who could give up like that man.
"I want you to be truly happy. I won't be able to forgive myself if you become unhappy because of me."
"So, don't worry unnecessarily. Do I look like a frustrated person who is forced to be with someone I don't like?"
"Of course not. That's why I like you so much."
Unlike Belial, who will not give up on Rose no matter what.
Arshan whispered sweetly.
"I love you, Lady."
"...Yeah, me too."
"But when does the deadline really end? I'm starting to feel hungry."
"Okay, it'll be over really quickly, so just wait a moment."
So Arshan and Belial could never be similar.
Arshan hugged Violet and smiled brightly.
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