Veronica looked at Zachary with unfamiliar eyes.
Perhaps because he thought everything was over, he didn't even seem to have any intention of hiding his feelings. Just like back in college, when he'd chased after her with a clumsy desire in his eyes.
Instead of slapping Zachary, she took another sip of champagne.
Veronica's eyes immediately found the small face of the woman who was in a state of rapture. There was no need to search. She was the perfect protagonist of the day.
A naive and lovely woman who seems to have everything opposite to her. And the man holding her hand, who attracts more attention than anyone else in the room.
Yeah, there was a time when it was all hers.
She acknowledged Zachary's words without much thought. It wasn't as noisy as others might have guessed. Rather, she was surprisingly calm.
The result, rather than the process, records history. It was the order of the supreme ancestors, the order of the cruel father, and the mindset that Kairak should have.
And she has been working her whole life to become a more 'Kairak-down' person than anyone else.
So in the end, the ultimate victor will be her. If given the chance, she will not hesitate to strangle the poor Princess. Regardless of the means and methods.
In the midst of all that, it was surprising that she felt somewhat regretful. It seemed that she liked it more than she thought.
The fake Princess came up from the bottom and finally grabbed the sky.
After dancing with Dmitry one after another, I was completely exhausted.
Dmitry was not a very considerate person, at least when it came to dancing, even though I was not used to dancing.
I was uncomfortable the whole time, and as soon as the song ended, I started shaking and fell over.
"I think it was a good decision to join hands with Your Highness. I didn't know you were such an interesting person."
As soon as I pretended to step on his foot, Dmitry smiled and whispered in my ear, as if telling me not to do that anymore because my moves were so obvious. After that, I danced as if I was completely absorbed by him.
Anyway, he seemed like a very arrogant person who wanted to have people in the palm of his hand.
...Of course, the expression ‘arrogant’ is a bit awkward for me to use.
“I really want to rest now…...”
Whatever it was, it was time to catch my breath. Thalia, who saw my face, opened the door to the terrace as she saw fit.
The breeze felt very cool and pleasant, perhaps because the heat of the hot banquet hall lingered on my skin. Thalia asked, wrapping a thick fur around my shoulders.
“Shall I bring you something to drink?”
“Yes. There are a lot here.”
“Uh... It looks like someone left some of that drink behind.”
“What? You left this expensive champagne behind?”
Thalia looked unsure of how to react. I hadn't seen the mirror, but my face probably wasn't all that different from Thalia's.
She shrugged and took a few glasses in her hands.
“Anyway, please rest for a bit. I’ll send a servant to clear the table for you.”
“Where are you going?”
For a moment, Thalia's cheeks turned slightly red. She hesitated a little and then answered.
“There’s that, that, the Young Master... I met him briefly earlier, and he asked me to dance with him.”
She was so cute I almost burst out laughing.
Despite falling in love at first sight at college and chasing him all the way to the Empire, Thalia has been hovering around the man ever since.
It seemed like she was embarrassed to actively express her feelings in front of him. She also kept calling him 'that Young Master'.
But Thalia, even I, a clueless person, knew that Young Master was Count Damian's second child.
I waved my hand, hiding the laughter that was leaking out. In any case, I sincerely supported their love.
“Cheer up and dance well. This time, make sure to get the address to send the letter to.”
Thalia nodded shyly.
“When I see His Excellency the Duke, I will tell him that Your Highness is here.”
“Yes, please.”
Thalia quickly closed the door and left. There was a rustling sound of curtains being lowered, and soon the footsteps grew distant.
I took one of the champagne glasses that was left on the table.
Who would have thought that he would just leave it like this without drinking it? But I wonder if he would have even drank a sip of the amount that was in it?
It's really such a waste. They say there's one sapphire in each glass. I drank the champagne to death.
“Ugh... Bitter... ”
Sweet, bitter, sour, and sweet again. What people said was right. The nobles were the type who didn't know how to save money on taxes and lived extravagantly.
If I hadn't been involved in the incident, would I have been in a place like this, drinking champagne like this?
Even if I worked my whole life, I probably wouldn't have earned enough money to buy a large sapphire, and even if I did, I wouldn't have spent it on a bottle of champagne. It's just a sweet, bitter, sour, and sweet drink.
I drank two more glasses of champagne in quick succession. The quantities were uneven, but compared to what was first served at the banquet hall, it seemed like only a sip or two less.
It was my first time drinking alcohol, so I was a little scared and wondered if it was okay, but after taking a few breaths, it seemed okay. Since Thalia said she would send the Duke anyway, I could trust her.
"Your Highness."
It was my second glass. Anyway, I had almost finished drinking what was on the table when I heard a voice. It was more like a sigh than a voice.
“Oh, Laskan. When did you come?”
My mind was clear, but my pronunciation was a little slurred. The alcohol had frozen my tongue. It didn't seem that strong, but alcohol was alcohol after all.
“I just got here. The Lady of Duke of Valencia told me that Your Highness is here.”
I silently praised Thalia. How wonderful. I thought she was completely absorbed in playing with Damian.
As I reached for another glass, Laskan's hand was grabbed instead.
“You drink too much.”
"Wow."
It was a surprising thing. Laskan's hand appeared where the glass had been just a moment ago.
When I was surprised and grabbed and released his hand, Laskan said,
“Is it okay if I invite you to the palace?”
“Ah, not yet. Irina and Thalia said they were coming...”
I shivered from the cold. The fur Thalia had wrapped around me had long since disappeared.
I took it off because it was too hot, but now it was too cold. My lips and even my fingertips seemed to have turned blue.
Only when I trembled did Laskan seem to notice my attire.
“If you stay here, you’ll easily catch a cold.”
He took off his cloak and covered my shoulders. The cool smell was more pleasant than the warmth.
The banquet hall was filled with an unpleasantly pungent human odor, and his cloak had the scent of grass as if he had just been picked up from the forest.
As I pulled his cloak over me and held it in my arms, sniffing it, Laskan quickly reached out to block me, his expression clearly showing his bewilderment, which was unusual for him.
“...Please don’t do that. Your Highness, please.”
“But, Laskan, the smell..."
In an instant, the cloak disappeared from my arms. Along with its pleasant smell. Just as I was about to protest that it was a fatal attempt to take it away, the cloak landed on top of me again.
This time, instead of just covering me up, he was very thorough, as if he were wrapping me in a blanket. Considering his size was much larger than mine, he must have wrapped me three times.
I grabbed him with my relatively free arm, who was busy wrapping his arms tightly around my body.
“...”
Of course, Laskan was not a man so easy to pull away from my meager strength. But I grabbed his arm once more.
It was both a sign of protest and a desire to be a little closer to him.
And I was drunk. Drunk people tend to be a little more honest about their emotions.
“If you pull like that, it will be difficult.”
Laskan said with an expression that did not seem at all difficult.
I waved proudly. You said you never lied to me, but look, this was a lie.
“That’s a lie. That’s it, it’s fate that it’s a lie...”
“If you pull me here, I don’t have the confidence not to pretend not to know and hug you.”
“...”
I gasped in surprise. His expression was still unwavering.
If he hadn't been pressing his lips even tighter than usual, I wouldn't have even noticed that Laskan was holding it in.
“At least I don’t want to do anything reckless to Your Highness while he’s drunk.”
“...”
“So please don’t do this. In my relationship with Your Highness, I am just an ordinary man.”
Even after hearing his pleas, I realized that it was my fault for doing this.
Yes, I admit it. I was a bad girl. It was not right for me to do something like this under the influence of alcohol when I didn't dare to answer his heart honestly.
But the fact that someone wanted me this much was such a sweet temptation to me, who was thirsty for love.
I lifted my butt off the chair, put my arms around his neck as he tried to step back, and then we locked lips.
His lips were hard and hard. Every breath was tinged with the strong champagne. Laskan was completely frozen until I pulled away.
Now I don't know. Tonight I wanted to put everything down and make love to him.
“Laskan. Please.”
His clenched fists looked pale as if he was holding something back. It sounded like a beast was snarling, like a scratching noise.
As I tilted my head back slightly, he grabbed my chin tightly, as if I was trying to run away.
Our lips immediately met again.
Perhaps because he thought everything was over, he didn't even seem to have any intention of hiding his feelings. Just like back in college, when he'd chased after her with a clumsy desire in his eyes.
Instead of slapping Zachary, she took another sip of champagne.
Veronica's eyes immediately found the small face of the woman who was in a state of rapture. There was no need to search. She was the perfect protagonist of the day.
A naive and lovely woman who seems to have everything opposite to her. And the man holding her hand, who attracts more attention than anyone else in the room.
Yeah, there was a time when it was all hers.
She acknowledged Zachary's words without much thought. It wasn't as noisy as others might have guessed. Rather, she was surprisingly calm.
The result, rather than the process, records history. It was the order of the supreme ancestors, the order of the cruel father, and the mindset that Kairak should have.
And she has been working her whole life to become a more 'Kairak-down' person than anyone else.
So in the end, the ultimate victor will be her. If given the chance, she will not hesitate to strangle the poor Princess. Regardless of the means and methods.
In the midst of all that, it was surprising that she felt somewhat regretful. It seemed that she liked it more than she thought.
The fake Princess came up from the bottom and finally grabbed the sky.
***
After dancing with Dmitry one after another, I was completely exhausted.
Dmitry was not a very considerate person, at least when it came to dancing, even though I was not used to dancing.
I was uncomfortable the whole time, and as soon as the song ended, I started shaking and fell over.
"I think it was a good decision to join hands with Your Highness. I didn't know you were such an interesting person."
As soon as I pretended to step on his foot, Dmitry smiled and whispered in my ear, as if telling me not to do that anymore because my moves were so obvious. After that, I danced as if I was completely absorbed by him.
Anyway, he seemed like a very arrogant person who wanted to have people in the palm of his hand.
...Of course, the expression ‘arrogant’ is a bit awkward for me to use.
“I really want to rest now…...”
Whatever it was, it was time to catch my breath. Thalia, who saw my face, opened the door to the terrace as she saw fit.
The breeze felt very cool and pleasant, perhaps because the heat of the hot banquet hall lingered on my skin. Thalia asked, wrapping a thick fur around my shoulders.
“Shall I bring you something to drink?”
“Yes. There are a lot here.”
“Uh... It looks like someone left some of that drink behind.”
“What? You left this expensive champagne behind?”
Thalia looked unsure of how to react. I hadn't seen the mirror, but my face probably wasn't all that different from Thalia's.
She shrugged and took a few glasses in her hands.
“Anyway, please rest for a bit. I’ll send a servant to clear the table for you.”
“Where are you going?”
For a moment, Thalia's cheeks turned slightly red. She hesitated a little and then answered.
“There’s that, that, the Young Master... I met him briefly earlier, and he asked me to dance with him.”
She was so cute I almost burst out laughing.
Despite falling in love at first sight at college and chasing him all the way to the Empire, Thalia has been hovering around the man ever since.
It seemed like she was embarrassed to actively express her feelings in front of him. She also kept calling him 'that Young Master'.
But Thalia, even I, a clueless person, knew that Young Master was Count Damian's second child.
I waved my hand, hiding the laughter that was leaking out. In any case, I sincerely supported their love.
“Cheer up and dance well. This time, make sure to get the address to send the letter to.”
Thalia nodded shyly.
“When I see His Excellency the Duke, I will tell him that Your Highness is here.”
“Yes, please.”
Thalia quickly closed the door and left. There was a rustling sound of curtains being lowered, and soon the footsteps grew distant.
I took one of the champagne glasses that was left on the table.
Who would have thought that he would just leave it like this without drinking it? But I wonder if he would have even drank a sip of the amount that was in it?
It's really such a waste. They say there's one sapphire in each glass. I drank the champagne to death.
“Ugh... Bitter... ”
Sweet, bitter, sour, and sweet again. What people said was right. The nobles were the type who didn't know how to save money on taxes and lived extravagantly.
If I hadn't been involved in the incident, would I have been in a place like this, drinking champagne like this?
Even if I worked my whole life, I probably wouldn't have earned enough money to buy a large sapphire, and even if I did, I wouldn't have spent it on a bottle of champagne. It's just a sweet, bitter, sour, and sweet drink.
I drank two more glasses of champagne in quick succession. The quantities were uneven, but compared to what was first served at the banquet hall, it seemed like only a sip or two less.
It was my first time drinking alcohol, so I was a little scared and wondered if it was okay, but after taking a few breaths, it seemed okay. Since Thalia said she would send the Duke anyway, I could trust her.
"Your Highness."
It was my second glass. Anyway, I had almost finished drinking what was on the table when I heard a voice. It was more like a sigh than a voice.
“Oh, Laskan. When did you come?”
My mind was clear, but my pronunciation was a little slurred. The alcohol had frozen my tongue. It didn't seem that strong, but alcohol was alcohol after all.
“I just got here. The Lady of Duke of Valencia told me that Your Highness is here.”
I silently praised Thalia. How wonderful. I thought she was completely absorbed in playing with Damian.
As I reached for another glass, Laskan's hand was grabbed instead.
“You drink too much.”
"Wow."
It was a surprising thing. Laskan's hand appeared where the glass had been just a moment ago.
When I was surprised and grabbed and released his hand, Laskan said,
“Is it okay if I invite you to the palace?”
“Ah, not yet. Irina and Thalia said they were coming...”
I shivered from the cold. The fur Thalia had wrapped around me had long since disappeared.
I took it off because it was too hot, but now it was too cold. My lips and even my fingertips seemed to have turned blue.
Only when I trembled did Laskan seem to notice my attire.
“If you stay here, you’ll easily catch a cold.”
He took off his cloak and covered my shoulders. The cool smell was more pleasant than the warmth.
The banquet hall was filled with an unpleasantly pungent human odor, and his cloak had the scent of grass as if he had just been picked up from the forest.
As I pulled his cloak over me and held it in my arms, sniffing it, Laskan quickly reached out to block me, his expression clearly showing his bewilderment, which was unusual for him.
“...Please don’t do that. Your Highness, please.”
“But, Laskan, the smell..."
In an instant, the cloak disappeared from my arms. Along with its pleasant smell. Just as I was about to protest that it was a fatal attempt to take it away, the cloak landed on top of me again.
This time, instead of just covering me up, he was very thorough, as if he were wrapping me in a blanket. Considering his size was much larger than mine, he must have wrapped me three times.
I grabbed him with my relatively free arm, who was busy wrapping his arms tightly around my body.
“...”
Of course, Laskan was not a man so easy to pull away from my meager strength. But I grabbed his arm once more.
It was both a sign of protest and a desire to be a little closer to him.
And I was drunk. Drunk people tend to be a little more honest about their emotions.
“If you pull like that, it will be difficult.”
Laskan said with an expression that did not seem at all difficult.
I waved proudly. You said you never lied to me, but look, this was a lie.
“That’s a lie. That’s it, it’s fate that it’s a lie...”
“If you pull me here, I don’t have the confidence not to pretend not to know and hug you.”
“...”
I gasped in surprise. His expression was still unwavering.
If he hadn't been pressing his lips even tighter than usual, I wouldn't have even noticed that Laskan was holding it in.
“At least I don’t want to do anything reckless to Your Highness while he’s drunk.”
“...”
“So please don’t do this. In my relationship with Your Highness, I am just an ordinary man.”
Even after hearing his pleas, I realized that it was my fault for doing this.
Yes, I admit it. I was a bad girl. It was not right for me to do something like this under the influence of alcohol when I didn't dare to answer his heart honestly.
But the fact that someone wanted me this much was such a sweet temptation to me, who was thirsty for love.
I lifted my butt off the chair, put my arms around his neck as he tried to step back, and then we locked lips.
His lips were hard and hard. Every breath was tinged with the strong champagne. Laskan was completely frozen until I pulled away.
Now I don't know. Tonight I wanted to put everything down and make love to him.
“Laskan. Please.”
His clenched fists looked pale as if he was holding something back. It sounded like a beast was snarling, like a scratching noise.
As I tilted my head back slightly, he grabbed my chin tightly, as if I was trying to run away.
Our lips immediately met again.
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