Episode 85. The Alone Bird
“Your Highness, have you become more beautiful than two years ago?”
"Your Highness, you're so lucky. If you can see that face in your bed every day, what does your origin matter?"
The prodigal sons, who had been whispering vulgar things about Olivia, quickly shut their mouths when the cold-faced Noah approached. His gaze was so cold it sent chills down their spine, making them wonder if he had heard the whispers.
They felt an instinctive intimidation at the coldness that seemed to cut through their skin and the overbearing attitude.
He stood sharply, like a fierce beast guarding its young. Herod's young lion, his forelegs out, his teeth bared, his forelegs exposed, his face feigning calm.
“Wow, it is a pleasure to meet Your Highness the Prince.”
“Hello, Your Highness.”
Those who had been standing casually quickly straightened their postures and greeted the couple. Noah remained silent, seemingly unwilling to introduce them individually, and Olivia eventually offered a brief greeting first.
“Thank you for the welcome.”
The prodigal sons, frozen in Noah's gaze, looked at Olivia as if they had been waiting.
Could this be the only life in the bitter cold?
They were suffocating because of Noah, but when they met Olivia, they felt like they could breathe again.
“Please come inside, Your Highness.”
Olivia smiled softly and looked up at Noah. Under her gaze, Noah, who had been cold until then, slowly walked away.
Even so, he just rolled his eyes and looked at the prodigal sons.
'If you act like a dog, I won't let you off easy.'
At Noah Astrid's clear warning, the prodigal sons hesitated and followed the two.
As the Prince and Princess entered the main room through the magnificent circular hall, all eyes were on them. Everyone in the room rose from their seats and bowed to them.
Olivia exchanged greetings and glanced around. On the walls hung masks and sticks of varying lengths, like trophies.
Then, her eyes met with a woman who was staring intently at her. She was a beautiful woman with flowing, luscious red hair.
Isabelle stared intently at Olivia, who had entered with Noah. Everything around them was rubbed like dust, leaving only the two of them in sight.
Why are you standing next to that person?
The unanswered question once again set fire to her heart, which had burned beyond repair.
Noah's expression contorted as he saw Isabelle. Staring at Olivia felt utterly uncomfortable and uneasy.
Finally, he swallowed his curse and turned his body to cover Olivia.
At the same time, he suddenly remembered Olivia's flashlight, which he had abandoned for Isabelle. Who knew that his effortless efforts to achieve such results would now be so jarring?
Noah winked at Meson and then straightened his expression.
“Just wait a moment.”
"Yes."
As Olivia nodded and whispered softly, Noah took off his jacket and handed it to the attendant who approached him, glaring at Iel Poem and Lawrence Atham as if he was going to kill them.
Is it a coincidence that Isabelle, who hadn't shown up at the polo club for a while since the incident with him, is waiting for him today?
“Is it fun?”
When Noah, who was walking past the two, asked with an askance smile, they quickly shook their heads and protested.
“Your Highness, we didn’t call her!”
“Yes, it is true. I never expected Young Lady Seymour to come.”
Noah chuckled and turned the corner. As soon as he turned the corner, he turned around to face the group of prodigals entering the locker room.
The crooked smile had disappeared, leaving only a lion with sharp teeth and claws that were so sharp that it would make your stomach churn just looking at it.
Cold sweat ran down the prodigal son's back.
Noah forced himself to meet everyone's gaze and whispered softly.
"I hope you understand that today's trickery will only last once. Don't even dare look at her or speak to her. If you think it'll be the same as two years ago, you're mistaken."
Those who came to see Princess Olivia out of curiosity lowered their gazes and said nothing.
They only gasped and blinked after Noah entered the private locker room.
Iel Poem whispered to Lawrence, who was beside him, with his mouth in the shape of a mouth.
“If you touch it wrong, it’ll go to the goal.”
Lawrence nodded at his whisper. He was appalled by the excessive protectiveness, even more so than Princess Marguerite's.
While the men rushed to the changing rooms, only the ladies remained in the main room. They were gathered around Isabelle.
Although Isabelle's influence had diminished, the Seymour family hadn't fallen into ruin, and rumors were circulating that she was recently seeing the second son of the Marquis Coleman. For this reason, she still reigned as a socialite.
Meanwhile, only Meson stood beside Olivia, who stood there dumbfounded. Meson quickly scanned his surroundings and swallowed deeply.
Because no one dared approach Olivia, the most senior person in the room, to greet her. Meanwhile, Isabelle Seymour's gaze remained persistently fixed on Olivia.
'You should get extra pay for this, Your Highness.'
Meson shifted slightly, blocked Isabelle's gaze with his body, and opened his mouth.
"Would you like a quick tour of the room? If you go through that large door, you'll find a waiting area, where the polo ponies are probably waiting for their owners. Beyond the waiting area, a spacious grassy field will come into view."
Olivia smiled softly at Meson's words. The piercing stares, the hostility, the unwelcome curiosity, stung her skin, but Olivia straightened her shoulders and smiled.
This was quite comical compared to the contempt she had endured so far.
Since she was not a noblewoman, this treatment did not cause her any sense of humiliation.
She simply hoped that her actions wouldn't cause trouble for Noah, so she was even more cautious.
Meson was surprised by Olivia's surprisingly relaxed expression and quickly guided her away.
“Where would you like to start?”
“I’m curious about His Royal Highness’s polo pony. Can I see it?”
“I think it would be better to give you a mallet, Your Highness.”
Meson's face hardened at the sweet voice from behind him. It wasn't Meson who had offered Olivia another option when she wanted to see the polo pony.
Olivia stared blankly at the woman who had emerged from behind Meson. Her blue eyes, set in a round yet slender face, contrasted strikingly with her red hair.
The woman slightly bent and straightened her knees.
“Nice to meet you, Your Highness. My name is Isabelle Seymour.”
“Nice to meet you, Young Lady Seymour.”
"Usually, after changing clothes, you go out onto the court carrying a mallet. A mallet is the stick used in polo."
Then she turned around and took out a heavy mallet from the cabinet.
Olivia's gaze fell on the luxurious wooden staff in her hand.
“This is the mallet His Highness uses most often. I usually give it to him.”
“...”
Even after explaining, Isabelle didn't hand the mallet to Olivia. She simply held it in her arms, staring intently at Olivia.
A sense of elation welled up in her, different from the ridicule and contempt that had been gnawing at her skin. Olivia, who had been staring at Mallet, slowly raised her eyes.
Isabelle's eyes were piercingly cold and at the same time fiery hot.
Olivia quickly turned her head, staring blankly at the bitter cold and scorching heat swirling in her eyes.
What would be a wise course of action?
But at that very moment, someone came up to her silently and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“Well, I don’t really feel like using that today.”
Olivia looked up in surprise, and Noah, dressed in his tracksuit, was standing there, smiling crookedly. He stared at Isabelle, then glanced at the mallet in her hand.
"You've worked hard, Young Lady Seymour. But you don't have to go through all this trouble, so please refrain from doing so in the future."
He deliberately wrapped his arms around Olivia's shoulders and looked at Noah with resentment as he glared at her.
You've thrown my life into the abyss, and you don't know how I look at you.
But Noah cruelly snatched the mallet from her hand and handed it to the secretary beside him, as if he didn't need it.
Then he led the woman to his cabinet and showed her affection.
“This is my cabinet. Give it to me.”
Olivia pulled out the mallet Noah was pointing at and offered it to him. Noah smiled affectionately at her, then bowed politely. Then, as if in gratitude, he kissed the back of her hand.
In the suffocating silence that had descended upon the space, only Noah Astrid seemed at peace.
Noah turned around and looked at his wife with a very affectionate and melting smile on his face.
But Olivia, facing his smile, could sense that Noah was on the verge of falling into the mud.
His eyes were very cold, yet hot as if they were going to burn.
Just like the red-haired woman she met earlier.
The moment Pony entered the waiting area, the smile on Noah's face disappeared.
“This is the mallet His Highness uses most often. I usually give it to him.”
The moment he changed clothes and stepped out, a voice pierced his ear, sending chills down his spine. Unexpected anxiety welled up in him, and a cold sweat, something he had never experienced before, began to trickle down his back.
When he turned the corner and emerged into the main room, Olivia was standing with her back to him, and opposite her was Isabelle Seymour, holding his mallet in her hand.
And around them stood noble ladies, their eyes shining, as if they were watching something very interesting.
Olivia was like a bird left alone in the aristocratic world.
His wife was so small and pitiful. He kept thinking of the woman who had run away into a dark, cold space without lights or a stove.
The anger toward those who had been watching Olivia with such a bad attitude spread like wildfire. Even as he walked to the waiting area, leaving Olivia behind, his whole body felt heavy. He wanted to play polo cleanly.
Why did you follow me here? If you had gone to a beautifully decorated mansion, you wouldn't have ended up like this.
Noah gripped the mallet tightly, remembering the clean face and dark eyes.
“Your Highness, have you become more beautiful than two years ago?”
"Your Highness, you're so lucky. If you can see that face in your bed every day, what does your origin matter?"
The prodigal sons, who had been whispering vulgar things about Olivia, quickly shut their mouths when the cold-faced Noah approached. His gaze was so cold it sent chills down their spine, making them wonder if he had heard the whispers.
They felt an instinctive intimidation at the coldness that seemed to cut through their skin and the overbearing attitude.
He stood sharply, like a fierce beast guarding its young. Herod's young lion, his forelegs out, his teeth bared, his forelegs exposed, his face feigning calm.
“Wow, it is a pleasure to meet Your Highness the Prince.”
“Hello, Your Highness.”
Those who had been standing casually quickly straightened their postures and greeted the couple. Noah remained silent, seemingly unwilling to introduce them individually, and Olivia eventually offered a brief greeting first.
“Thank you for the welcome.”
The prodigal sons, frozen in Noah's gaze, looked at Olivia as if they had been waiting.
Could this be the only life in the bitter cold?
They were suffocating because of Noah, but when they met Olivia, they felt like they could breathe again.
“Please come inside, Your Highness.”
Olivia smiled softly and looked up at Noah. Under her gaze, Noah, who had been cold until then, slowly walked away.
Even so, he just rolled his eyes and looked at the prodigal sons.
'If you act like a dog, I won't let you off easy.'
At Noah Astrid's clear warning, the prodigal sons hesitated and followed the two.
As the Prince and Princess entered the main room through the magnificent circular hall, all eyes were on them. Everyone in the room rose from their seats and bowed to them.
Olivia exchanged greetings and glanced around. On the walls hung masks and sticks of varying lengths, like trophies.
Then, her eyes met with a woman who was staring intently at her. She was a beautiful woman with flowing, luscious red hair.
Isabelle stared intently at Olivia, who had entered with Noah. Everything around them was rubbed like dust, leaving only the two of them in sight.
Why are you standing next to that person?
The unanswered question once again set fire to her heart, which had burned beyond repair.
Noah's expression contorted as he saw Isabelle. Staring at Olivia felt utterly uncomfortable and uneasy.
Finally, he swallowed his curse and turned his body to cover Olivia.
At the same time, he suddenly remembered Olivia's flashlight, which he had abandoned for Isabelle. Who knew that his effortless efforts to achieve such results would now be so jarring?
Noah winked at Meson and then straightened his expression.
“Just wait a moment.”
"Yes."
As Olivia nodded and whispered softly, Noah took off his jacket and handed it to the attendant who approached him, glaring at Iel Poem and Lawrence Atham as if he was going to kill them.
Is it a coincidence that Isabelle, who hadn't shown up at the polo club for a while since the incident with him, is waiting for him today?
“Is it fun?”
When Noah, who was walking past the two, asked with an askance smile, they quickly shook their heads and protested.
“Your Highness, we didn’t call her!”
“Yes, it is true. I never expected Young Lady Seymour to come.”
Noah chuckled and turned the corner. As soon as he turned the corner, he turned around to face the group of prodigals entering the locker room.
The crooked smile had disappeared, leaving only a lion with sharp teeth and claws that were so sharp that it would make your stomach churn just looking at it.
Cold sweat ran down the prodigal son's back.
Noah forced himself to meet everyone's gaze and whispered softly.
"I hope you understand that today's trickery will only last once. Don't even dare look at her or speak to her. If you think it'll be the same as two years ago, you're mistaken."
Those who came to see Princess Olivia out of curiosity lowered their gazes and said nothing.
They only gasped and blinked after Noah entered the private locker room.
Iel Poem whispered to Lawrence, who was beside him, with his mouth in the shape of a mouth.
“If you touch it wrong, it’ll go to the goal.”
Lawrence nodded at his whisper. He was appalled by the excessive protectiveness, even more so than Princess Marguerite's.
While the men rushed to the changing rooms, only the ladies remained in the main room. They were gathered around Isabelle.
Although Isabelle's influence had diminished, the Seymour family hadn't fallen into ruin, and rumors were circulating that she was recently seeing the second son of the Marquis Coleman. For this reason, she still reigned as a socialite.
Meanwhile, only Meson stood beside Olivia, who stood there dumbfounded. Meson quickly scanned his surroundings and swallowed deeply.
Because no one dared approach Olivia, the most senior person in the room, to greet her. Meanwhile, Isabelle Seymour's gaze remained persistently fixed on Olivia.
'You should get extra pay for this, Your Highness.'
Meson shifted slightly, blocked Isabelle's gaze with his body, and opened his mouth.
"Would you like a quick tour of the room? If you go through that large door, you'll find a waiting area, where the polo ponies are probably waiting for their owners. Beyond the waiting area, a spacious grassy field will come into view."
Olivia smiled softly at Meson's words. The piercing stares, the hostility, the unwelcome curiosity, stung her skin, but Olivia straightened her shoulders and smiled.
This was quite comical compared to the contempt she had endured so far.
Since she was not a noblewoman, this treatment did not cause her any sense of humiliation.
She simply hoped that her actions wouldn't cause trouble for Noah, so she was even more cautious.
Meson was surprised by Olivia's surprisingly relaxed expression and quickly guided her away.
“Where would you like to start?”
“I’m curious about His Royal Highness’s polo pony. Can I see it?”
“I think it would be better to give you a mallet, Your Highness.”
Meson's face hardened at the sweet voice from behind him. It wasn't Meson who had offered Olivia another option when she wanted to see the polo pony.
Olivia stared blankly at the woman who had emerged from behind Meson. Her blue eyes, set in a round yet slender face, contrasted strikingly with her red hair.
The woman slightly bent and straightened her knees.
“Nice to meet you, Your Highness. My name is Isabelle Seymour.”
“Nice to meet you, Young Lady Seymour.”
"Usually, after changing clothes, you go out onto the court carrying a mallet. A mallet is the stick used in polo."
Then she turned around and took out a heavy mallet from the cabinet.
Olivia's gaze fell on the luxurious wooden staff in her hand.
“This is the mallet His Highness uses most often. I usually give it to him.”
“...”
Even after explaining, Isabelle didn't hand the mallet to Olivia. She simply held it in her arms, staring intently at Olivia.
A sense of elation welled up in her, different from the ridicule and contempt that had been gnawing at her skin. Olivia, who had been staring at Mallet, slowly raised her eyes.
Isabelle's eyes were piercingly cold and at the same time fiery hot.
Olivia quickly turned her head, staring blankly at the bitter cold and scorching heat swirling in her eyes.
What would be a wise course of action?
But at that very moment, someone came up to her silently and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
“Well, I don’t really feel like using that today.”
Olivia looked up in surprise, and Noah, dressed in his tracksuit, was standing there, smiling crookedly. He stared at Isabelle, then glanced at the mallet in her hand.
"You've worked hard, Young Lady Seymour. But you don't have to go through all this trouble, so please refrain from doing so in the future."
He deliberately wrapped his arms around Olivia's shoulders and looked at Noah with resentment as he glared at her.
You've thrown my life into the abyss, and you don't know how I look at you.
But Noah cruelly snatched the mallet from her hand and handed it to the secretary beside him, as if he didn't need it.
Then he led the woman to his cabinet and showed her affection.
“This is my cabinet. Give it to me.”
Olivia pulled out the mallet Noah was pointing at and offered it to him. Noah smiled affectionately at her, then bowed politely. Then, as if in gratitude, he kissed the back of her hand.
In the suffocating silence that had descended upon the space, only Noah Astrid seemed at peace.
Noah turned around and looked at his wife with a very affectionate and melting smile on his face.
But Olivia, facing his smile, could sense that Noah was on the verge of falling into the mud.
His eyes were very cold, yet hot as if they were going to burn.
Just like the red-haired woman she met earlier.
The moment Pony entered the waiting area, the smile on Noah's face disappeared.
“This is the mallet His Highness uses most often. I usually give it to him.”
The moment he changed clothes and stepped out, a voice pierced his ear, sending chills down his spine. Unexpected anxiety welled up in him, and a cold sweat, something he had never experienced before, began to trickle down his back.
When he turned the corner and emerged into the main room, Olivia was standing with her back to him, and opposite her was Isabelle Seymour, holding his mallet in her hand.
And around them stood noble ladies, their eyes shining, as if they were watching something very interesting.
Olivia was like a bird left alone in the aristocratic world.
His wife was so small and pitiful. He kept thinking of the woman who had run away into a dark, cold space without lights or a stove.
The anger toward those who had been watching Olivia with such a bad attitude spread like wildfire. Even as he walked to the waiting area, leaving Olivia behind, his whole body felt heavy. He wanted to play polo cleanly.
Why did you follow me here? If you had gone to a beautifully decorated mansion, you wouldn't have ended up like this.
Noah gripped the mallet tightly, remembering the clean face and dark eyes.
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