“You damn human.”
Thud!
“It was okay then, but now I feel a little sorry.”
The meal, which had been interrupted in the middle, was resumed in the bedroom. It was nominally Black's spouse's room, but since they had removed the bed while remodeling for the wedding, it was ambiguous to call it a bedroom. The two agreed to use this room as their own.
“There is no need for that.”
Black said bluntly. Of course, he was talking about Grand Prince Dieren. Liene smiled awkwardly, crunching the grape he offered her. This man really seems to hate the Grand Prince. He’s usually a very affectionate person, but seeing him act like this. Actually, that’s not true. Black is a very gentle person to most people, and all the affection is Liene’s, but Liene didn’t know that yet.
“He must be having a hard time pretending to eat that much food.”
“It would be a good thing if he go back while he's at it.”
“Oh, he was planning on attending the wedding.”
“That human’s congratulations will be of no use. They probably aren’t sincere anyway.”
Instead of taking Dieren's side, which was common sense, Liene nodded.
“That’s right. You can’t be serious.”
He can't help but congratulate them sincerely when he thinks of his sister. How fortunate it is that she got married first.
"It’s fortunate that I wasn’t on friendly terms with the Kingdom of Sharka. If I were to invite them to a wedding, it would be awkward.”
Black gave a subtle, bitter smile.
“The Princess is too preoccupied with other things.”
“I think it’s because of my personality. But isn’t it the same? There’s a lot to take responsibility for.”
“I don’t think so.”
“No. Even in the southern fortress. I never thought of..."
“There’s only one thing that’s bothered me since a while ago.”
Black interrupted Liene. He knew that Liene tended to talk longer when she was flustered, so he did this.
“What is it?”
“There was grape juice under the Princess’s lips.”
“Ah... was that so?”
As Liene tried to cover her lips with the back of her hand, Black quickly grabbed her hand.
“I always wondered what it would taste like.”
"That is..."
“Please let me eat.”
“...”
This man can't let his guard down. Liene nodded, closing her eyes slightly. Black's lips touched the hollow spot below her lips. The sound of her skin being sucked in was also erotic.
“You know.”
"Yes."
Liene whispered as if sighing while touching the back of Black's head, who was bent over her while sitting on the chair.
“What will change the most when we become a couple?”
“Well... I don’t know because I’ve never tried it.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Black, who had licked all the grape juice, moved his lips to hers and spoke slowly.
"You will find out one by one tomorrow.”
“I guess so?”
Suddenly, she was really looking forward to tomorrow. Tomorrow, this man would be hers. Everything.
“I don’t think I can sleep.”
“Me too.”
“Should I stay up all night and wait for tomorrow morning?”
“Good idea.”
It was at that moment when Black was about to swallow her lips that were just touching. Bang tang.
“Princess. I know you are inside. May I come in?”
Madam Flambard's voice interrupted the kiss.
Thud!
Dieren muttered, putting down his glass with a thud. The attendant looked around in surprise.
“Your Highness... Who knows who might hear.”
“Listen. You can’t possibly think I wouldn’t curse at you after doing something like this. You’re a person who would do it even if you knew it all.”
“Well... Shall I say something to His Highness the Grand Duke?”
As Dieren kept nagging, the attendant suggested that they at least try to get her to do something.
“So, what should we do?”
“Even if it is an issue of the Grand Duke’s family, isn’t there a clear difference in status? His Highness the Grand Duke won’t just let this go.”
“My father would do something like that. He would probably call his son a loser instead.”
“...”
The servant kept his mouth shut at that point. In fact, it was a bad thing. Sending food in advance and not inviting him meant that he had no intention of eating together. He insisted on interfering and got hit once. Sometimes, the servant was amazed at Dieren. How could he be so fearless in front of the Tiwakan chieftain? It seemed that he believed too much in the beautiful lie of being sworn brothers. Even though the Tiwakan chieftain was clearly annoyed.
“Damn. I put so much effort into my hair.”
“...”
Ah, now that he sees it, there was another reason for his foolish behavior. It wasn't that he wanted a meal, but Princess Liene was his target. The servant clicked his tongue inwardly. How could he believe that there was a woman who would turn her face away from the head of Tiwakan? It seemed that he was born as the only son of the Grand Duke's family and grew up too much.
“Your Highness. Tomorrow is the wedding.”
The servant added cautiously. It was a well-known fact that Dieren's womanizing was unspeakably dirty, but if the woman was going to marry the leader of Tiwakan, he had to think about it.
“What does that matter? No, maybe I should see it as an opportunity.”
“...”
The servant hid his expression by chewing the flesh on the inside of his cheek, saying that his status was a sin.
“It’s a forced marriage, isn’t it? You said he shed a lot of blood when he proposed. No woman in her right mind would accept such a violent courtship. It’s only natural that she would change her mind if an alternative were presented.”
“But as you have seen, the chieftain of Tiwakan and the Princess of Nauk seem to be on very good terms.”
“They’re probably just pretending.”
For a moment, he had a thought that perhaps it was the Grand Prince who was out of his mind.
“You saw it too. When you entered the restaurant. What they was doing.”
It was too much to see. Dieren pushed the mercenary who was going to visit back and opened the door. There was no one else in the restaurant except the couple who were getting married the next day, and they were sitting side by side, turning their chairs toward each other. Looking at their oily and shiny lips, he couldn’t help but think that they had been kissing right before the door opened.
“What kind of crazy royalty would do something like that while eating? My brother couldn’t shake off his savage habits. The Princess didn’t have the strength to refuse.”
“...”
“If she knew there was an alternative, she might change her mind.”
It seemed that Dieren had decided to believe that.
“How do I let her know that I can be that alternative?”
Dieren stroked his chin and his eyes sparkled. The attendant bowed his head silently and prayed to God that his life would be spared.
“Your Highness... Who knows who might hear.”
“Listen. You can’t possibly think I wouldn’t curse at you after doing something like this. You’re a person who would do it even if you knew it all.”
“Well... Shall I say something to His Highness the Grand Duke?”
As Dieren kept nagging, the attendant suggested that they at least try to get her to do something.
“So, what should we do?”
“Even if it is an issue of the Grand Duke’s family, isn’t there a clear difference in status? His Highness the Grand Duke won’t just let this go.”
“My father would do something like that. He would probably call his son a loser instead.”
“...”
The servant kept his mouth shut at that point. In fact, it was a bad thing. Sending food in advance and not inviting him meant that he had no intention of eating together. He insisted on interfering and got hit once. Sometimes, the servant was amazed at Dieren. How could he be so fearless in front of the Tiwakan chieftain? It seemed that he believed too much in the beautiful lie of being sworn brothers. Even though the Tiwakan chieftain was clearly annoyed.
“Damn. I put so much effort into my hair.”
“...”
Ah, now that he sees it, there was another reason for his foolish behavior. It wasn't that he wanted a meal, but Princess Liene was his target. The servant clicked his tongue inwardly. How could he believe that there was a woman who would turn her face away from the head of Tiwakan? It seemed that he was born as the only son of the Grand Duke's family and grew up too much.
“Your Highness. Tomorrow is the wedding.”
The servant added cautiously. It was a well-known fact that Dieren's womanizing was unspeakably dirty, but if the woman was going to marry the leader of Tiwakan, he had to think about it.
“What does that matter? No, maybe I should see it as an opportunity.”
“...”
The servant hid his expression by chewing the flesh on the inside of his cheek, saying that his status was a sin.
“It’s a forced marriage, isn’t it? You said he shed a lot of blood when he proposed. No woman in her right mind would accept such a violent courtship. It’s only natural that she would change her mind if an alternative were presented.”
“But as you have seen, the chieftain of Tiwakan and the Princess of Nauk seem to be on very good terms.”
“They’re probably just pretending.”
For a moment, he had a thought that perhaps it was the Grand Prince who was out of his mind.
“You saw it too. When you entered the restaurant. What they was doing.”
It was too much to see. Dieren pushed the mercenary who was going to visit back and opened the door. There was no one else in the restaurant except the couple who were getting married the next day, and they were sitting side by side, turning their chairs toward each other. Looking at their oily and shiny lips, he couldn’t help but think that they had been kissing right before the door opened.
“What kind of crazy royalty would do something like that while eating? My brother couldn’t shake off his savage habits. The Princess didn’t have the strength to refuse.”
“...”
“If she knew there was an alternative, she might change her mind.”
It seemed that Dieren had decided to believe that.
“How do I let her know that I can be that alternative?”
Dieren stroked his chin and his eyes sparkled. The attendant bowed his head silently and prayed to God that his life would be spared.
***
“It was okay then, but now I feel a little sorry.”
The meal, which had been interrupted in the middle, was resumed in the bedroom. It was nominally Black's spouse's room, but since they had removed the bed while remodeling for the wedding, it was ambiguous to call it a bedroom. The two agreed to use this room as their own.
“There is no need for that.”
Black said bluntly. Of course, he was talking about Grand Prince Dieren. Liene smiled awkwardly, crunching the grape he offered her. This man really seems to hate the Grand Prince. He’s usually a very affectionate person, but seeing him act like this. Actually, that’s not true. Black is a very gentle person to most people, and all the affection is Liene’s, but Liene didn’t know that yet.
“He must be having a hard time pretending to eat that much food.”
“It would be a good thing if he go back while he's at it.”
“Oh, he was planning on attending the wedding.”
“That human’s congratulations will be of no use. They probably aren’t sincere anyway.”
Instead of taking Dieren's side, which was common sense, Liene nodded.
“That’s right. You can’t be serious.”
He can't help but congratulate them sincerely when he thinks of his sister. How fortunate it is that she got married first.
"It’s fortunate that I wasn’t on friendly terms with the Kingdom of Sharka. If I were to invite them to a wedding, it would be awkward.”
Black gave a subtle, bitter smile.
“The Princess is too preoccupied with other things.”
“I think it’s because of my personality. But isn’t it the same? There’s a lot to take responsibility for.”
“I don’t think so.”
“No. Even in the southern fortress. I never thought of..."
“There’s only one thing that’s bothered me since a while ago.”
Black interrupted Liene. He knew that Liene tended to talk longer when she was flustered, so he did this.
“What is it?”
“There was grape juice under the Princess’s lips.”
“Ah... was that so?”
As Liene tried to cover her lips with the back of her hand, Black quickly grabbed her hand.
“I always wondered what it would taste like.”
"That is..."
“Please let me eat.”
“...”
This man can't let his guard down. Liene nodded, closing her eyes slightly. Black's lips touched the hollow spot below her lips. The sound of her skin being sucked in was also erotic.
“You know.”
"Yes."
Liene whispered as if sighing while touching the back of Black's head, who was bent over her while sitting on the chair.
“What will change the most when we become a couple?”
“Well... I don’t know because I’ve never tried it.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Black, who had licked all the grape juice, moved his lips to hers and spoke slowly.
"You will find out one by one tomorrow.”
“I guess so?”
Suddenly, she was really looking forward to tomorrow. Tomorrow, this man would be hers. Everything.
“I don’t think I can sleep.”
“Me too.”
“Should I stay up all night and wait for tomorrow morning?”
“Good idea.”
It was at that moment when Black was about to swallow her lips that were just touching. Bang tang.
“Princess. I know you are inside. May I come in?”
Madam Flambard's voice interrupted the kiss.
***
The reason was clear. It was not customary for a bride and groom to share a room the night before their wedding. It was because they were unlikely to get a good night's sleep. It was embarrassing, but she could not help but understand.
“For that reason, the Princess will have to sleep in my room. There are many things to prepare for the wedding ceremony in the morning, starting at dawn.”
“Yes.”
Madam Flambard squared her shoulders in agreement with Mrs. Henton. She felt very secure having a friend whose opinions she shared so well.
“Did you hear? We ate... No, right. If you’ve finished your late snack, let’s go now.”
Liene, who felt like she was being scolded for some reason, glanced at Black with an embarrassed expression.
"It’s not even seven o’clock yet. Can we get there on time?”
“Oh my, what do you mean? I have other things to prepare starting this evening.”
“That’s right. It’s only natural that the bride would be busy the day before her wedding without even having time to show her face.”
Liene, who was already weak to Madam Flambard's nagging, nodded helplessly when it doubled.
“Is that so...?”
“Of course.”
“That’s right.”
So their plan to wait for the morning together went down the drain.
“I guess you’ll have to sleep alone today.”
“...”
Black's expressionless face made it difficult to tell what he was thinking.
“Sleep well, and see you tomorrow.”
"...Yes."
Liene thought he was slow to respond, but at one point, he chuckled.
“Why are you like that?”
“It’s kind of funny.”
“What is it?”
“I’ve been waiting all this time, but now I feel like I can’t stand it for another day.”
Black tilted his head and gave Liene a tender kiss on the cheek.
“See you tomorrow. Good night.”
"Good night."
Liene didn't know why she suddenly felt out of breath. Her heart pounded as she heard him say that he didn't want to wait any longer. It finally dawned on her that there was only one day left for them. Tomorrow was the wedding.
“For that reason, the Princess will have to sleep in my room. There are many things to prepare for the wedding ceremony in the morning, starting at dawn.”
“Yes.”
Madam Flambard squared her shoulders in agreement with Mrs. Henton. She felt very secure having a friend whose opinions she shared so well.
“Did you hear? We ate... No, right. If you’ve finished your late snack, let’s go now.”
Liene, who felt like she was being scolded for some reason, glanced at Black with an embarrassed expression.
"It’s not even seven o’clock yet. Can we get there on time?”
“Oh my, what do you mean? I have other things to prepare starting this evening.”
“That’s right. It’s only natural that the bride would be busy the day before her wedding without even having time to show her face.”
Liene, who was already weak to Madam Flambard's nagging, nodded helplessly when it doubled.
“Is that so...?”
“Of course.”
“That’s right.”
So their plan to wait for the morning together went down the drain.
“I guess you’ll have to sleep alone today.”
“...”
Black's expressionless face made it difficult to tell what he was thinking.
“Sleep well, and see you tomorrow.”
"...Yes."
Liene thought he was slow to respond, but at one point, he chuckled.
“Why are you like that?”
“It’s kind of funny.”
“What is it?”
“I’ve been waiting all this time, but now I feel like I can’t stand it for another day.”
Black tilted his head and gave Liene a tender kiss on the cheek.
“See you tomorrow. Good night.”
"Good night."
Liene didn't know why she suddenly felt out of breath. Her heart pounded as she heard him say that he didn't want to wait any longer. It finally dawned on her that there was only one day left for them. Tomorrow was the wedding.
***
The moon had risen. That meant that tomorrow was that much closer.
“Fuck...”
The alcohol was strong, the glass was rough, and the hand holding the glass was covered in raw wounds that had not yet healed.
“Fuck, fuck... Fuck!”
Thud!
“Fuck...”
The alcohol was strong, the glass was rough, and the hand holding the glass was covered in raw wounds that had not yet healed.
“Fuck, fuck... Fuck!”
Thud!
Lafitte threw the poorly made tin cup against the wall. The cheap liquor inside stained the wall. The old bedroom door of the old mansion creaks open.
“Tsk tsk... It’s still like this.”
Lafitte didn't turn his head again at the familiar sound. He just sat on the old sofa and frowned. His life seemed to have become so cheap. When he carried his uncle with his broken leg on his shoulder and crossed the border, he felt so miserable that he wanted to abandon him. Barely holding back the urge that came several times a day, Lafitte arrived in the kingdom of Sharka, and without any sense of purpose, his uncle fell ill. Something inside him seemed to have collapsed. He refused food and medicine, and now he was only waiting for the day he would die.
“Hey, nephew. Isn’t it time you came to your senses? If you keep doing this, you’ll end up drunk. Even if you’re young, death only lasts a moment.”
A short, plump white hand patted his shoulder. It was the only hand that had given him money to buy food and drink since he came here. Laffite grabbed his maternal uncle’s hand without hesitation and broke it. Although he was his maternal uncle, he was around the same age. They had often met since they were young. He was a person who had nothing special to look at, except that he was born into royalty. Laffite had never once considered him to be an equal.
“Ouch! What are you doing!”
“Don't touch me.”
Lafitte let go of his uncle as if he was being thrown. His uncle, who was much smaller and stockier than him, was pushed to the ground and fell on his buttocks. Although he was the lowest in the royal family, there was no way a royal could have suffered such humiliation. His uncle glared at Lafitte with a lot of emotion.
“This is the last time I’ll tolerate your rudeness. From now on, I won’t even call you nephew.”
“Go away. Don’t bother me.”
Lafitte still didn't look back at him. After whining for a while, his uncle finally got up and wiped his butt with his hand.
“I can’t just go. I have orders.”
“...?”
Lafitte, who had been staring at the wall like he was trapped in hell, finally turned his head.
“A person?”
“You heard.”
“To whom? What orders?”
His uncle was the son of the fifth King. There weren't many people who could give orders to his uncle. They would probably be direct descendants or Princes of the Sharqa Kingdom.
“The Princess wants to see you.”
"If she is the Princess...”
If it was the Princess, it was that woman. A strange woman who had been laughing coldly next to the first Prince when he had come to ask for reinforcement a month ago. They said she was from the Principality of Alito. It was a smile that somehow felt eerie, and it was hard to forget. It was also the Princess who had called him aside as he reluctantly bowed to the Prince of Sharka, who had finally refused the reinforcements. The Princess had told him something that could interfere with Tiwakan's proposal.
“Tsk tsk... It’s still like this.”
Lafitte didn't turn his head again at the familiar sound. He just sat on the old sofa and frowned. His life seemed to have become so cheap. When he carried his uncle with his broken leg on his shoulder and crossed the border, he felt so miserable that he wanted to abandon him. Barely holding back the urge that came several times a day, Lafitte arrived in the kingdom of Sharka, and without any sense of purpose, his uncle fell ill. Something inside him seemed to have collapsed. He refused food and medicine, and now he was only waiting for the day he would die.
“Hey, nephew. Isn’t it time you came to your senses? If you keep doing this, you’ll end up drunk. Even if you’re young, death only lasts a moment.”
A short, plump white hand patted his shoulder. It was the only hand that had given him money to buy food and drink since he came here. Laffite grabbed his maternal uncle’s hand without hesitation and broke it. Although he was his maternal uncle, he was around the same age. They had often met since they were young. He was a person who had nothing special to look at, except that he was born into royalty. Laffite had never once considered him to be an equal.
“Ouch! What are you doing!”
“Don't touch me.”
Lafitte let go of his uncle as if he was being thrown. His uncle, who was much smaller and stockier than him, was pushed to the ground and fell on his buttocks. Although he was the lowest in the royal family, there was no way a royal could have suffered such humiliation. His uncle glared at Lafitte with a lot of emotion.
“This is the last time I’ll tolerate your rudeness. From now on, I won’t even call you nephew.”
“Go away. Don’t bother me.”
Lafitte still didn't look back at him. After whining for a while, his uncle finally got up and wiped his butt with his hand.
“I can’t just go. I have orders.”
“...?”
Lafitte, who had been staring at the wall like he was trapped in hell, finally turned his head.
“A person?”
“You heard.”
“To whom? What orders?”
His uncle was the son of the fifth King. There weren't many people who could give orders to his uncle. They would probably be direct descendants or Princes of the Sharqa Kingdom.
“The Princess wants to see you.”
"If she is the Princess...”
If it was the Princess, it was that woman. A strange woman who had been laughing coldly next to the first Prince when he had come to ask for reinforcement a month ago. They said she was from the Principality of Alito. It was a smile that somehow felt eerie, and it was hard to forget. It was also the Princess who had called him aside as he reluctantly bowed to the Prince of Sharka, who had finally refused the reinforcements. The Princess had told him something that could interfere with Tiwakan's proposal.
Revenge. It was the Princess of Sharka who had told him that Tiwakan was trying to get revenge disguised as a proposal.
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