What did he do so well to be acting like that?
I was flustered, but I tried my best to hide that feeling and spoke.
"I have a lot to do. I don't have time to waste on the Prince's engagement. I also need to quickly resolve the matter I asked you to attend to."
"However, the engagement is a matter that needs to be discussed at some point. I don't intend to drag this out, so let's just get straight to the point."
"Right. If I say I don't want to... You said you wouldn't do it, right?"
"Yes."
“I’ve thought about it, and I still don’t like it.”
“...”
Nike's gaze turned peculiar. He remained silent for a moment, appearing lost in thought, and wiggled his right index finger as he crossed his arms.
“What is the reason you dislike it?”
"Would you like that?"
“...”
“Your Highness, you promised to wait for me. I believed only those words. Please wait just a little longer.”
"Right. So you're saying it was too sudden? I'm sorry. I apologize for being hasty."
Nike, having said that, looked straight at me and added.
"But I wish you would consider my position, as I can't just keep waiting indefinitely."
"Yes?"
"You have to give me your trust, too."
"When did I ever fail to give you my trust?"
“After avoiding me for a whole year?”
“...”
“Let’s just ask what the reason is.”
I was speechless for a moment.
It was because I was worried Nike would be worried when he saw my physical condition, but I couldn't tell him the truth either.
"It’s not that I was avoiding you. It’s just a coincidence that whenever the Prince comes..."
“Is it possible that you’re unwell every time, absent every time, and something comes up every time?”
“...”
“I’m not a fool. If you don’t tell me the truth, I have no choice but to imagine whatever I want. If you’ve been avoiding me because you’ve changed your mind, please tell me the truth.”
“What?! That can’t be!”
I jumped up in surprise.
“Surely you didn’t think I had ulterior motives just because I didn’t show my face, and that’s why you tried to marry me?”
"No."
Nike, who had answered sharply, immediately added.
“...to say that, well. I wouldn’t say there isn’t a reason at all.”
"Oh, my god."
We cannot trust each other.
Where has the man gone who promised to love me for the rest of my life, even without being bound by the institution of marriage?
'Then, actually, you have no intention of marrying another woman, but were you just bringing this up for no reason to keep me in check? Trying to warn me because you think I'm straying?'
If that is the case, it’s actually a relief. Because it means he is conscious of me.
But was Nike really that petty? It feels like I'm discovering so many sides of my man I didn't know before, all from just one regression...
'If that's the case, it's so cute.'
Of course, a different look is also good.
“Anyway, you might not believe it, but please believe me. It is truly just that something came up every time the Prince came here.”
“...”
Nike bit his lip without answering.
That is a sign that he is angry. It is a habit of his that I know well. He is the kind of person who bites his lip tightly like that to suppress his anger when arguing, fearing that raising his voice might come across as threatening to me.
'Sorry.'
But what can I do? I can't tell the truth. I would rather die than let anyone know that my body is ruined.
“Your Highness, you are busy, so I will talk about business now. You need to return quickly, so...”
"No."
Nike shook his head as he took out the box containing the medicine he had prepared.
"I’m planning to stay here until Ryan comes back from the awards ceremony. I need to see him in person and congratulate him, too."
"Yes?!"
“I have already sought permission from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince regarding that schedule. Of course, if you refuse to give me even a single room, I can simply stay outside the castle, so don’t worry about that.”
“Th-what kind of talk is that? I don’t dislike it! I don’t dislike it, though...”
Nike raised his chin as if to say more.
This guy doesn't believe me when I say I haven't changed my mind, so he's deliberately testing me!
What could be so difficult about letting the man I love stay at my house for a few days? But.
'The chance of getting sick is too high.'
My current condition is such that without full makeup, I look like a corpse; I suffer from frequent vomiting and coughing up blood; I must split my day into 12-4-4-4, adhering to a deep sleep-activity-deep sleep-rest pattern just to barely prevent fainting...
"Looks like you don't like it."
As the hesitation dragged on, Nike muttered as if to make me hear.
“I don’t mind. Then I have a guest room, so I’ll let you have it. Please follow me.”
I got up. There was no particular reason to refuse, and I couldn't keep building up absurd suspicions by doing so.
Nike, who had gotten up following me, bowed his head behind me as I was ahead and whispered quietly in my ear.
"...Thank you."
Breath touched the nape of my neck.
When I flinched and turned around, Nike tilted his head nonchalantly.
'Th-this human...'
Why are you acting so unlike yourself! That's dangerous!
Lord Belzer's castle, which Ryan began building with great care even before the villagers moved in, is large and splendid to the point of being slightly excessive.
Nike was escorted to a guest room in the annex, which was connected to the main building by a bridge.
He had come to Belzer often under the pretext of managing Ratan, but he never had a reason to look around the castle.
At best, he wonders if he has been to the drawing room or Ryan’s office?
So it was his first time at the annex...
'Is this right?'
It is from end to end with Vania's room on the second floor of the main castle.
The annex also had a separate dining room and tea room, so unless he went out of his way to meet her, there was absolutely no chance of running into Vania.
"Ha."
Nike let out a hollow laugh and looked around the spacious and tidy interior of the guest room.
It is quiet.
Like this...
I cannot be isolated like this!
What was my reason for wanting to stay here?
He intended to get closer to Vania during his stay.
The reason Vania thought the engagement was hasty was likely because there hadn't been any significant progress between the two as a couple so far.
Also, he didn't hear the reason why she had been avoiding him for a year.
Surprisingly, Vania seemed to be 'hiding' the reason, which was obvious to anyone...
'I guess I should find out why she avoided me, too.'
He really hoped it wasn't true, and he didn't think Vania was that kind of person, but he was still thinking of finding out if there might be a kind older brother from next door or a tall young man her age around her.
"I'm tired."
Nike pressed down on his throbbing head.
After running nonstop for four days and nights, his proposal was rejected, and he didn't even hear the reason why she was avoiding him.
Just when he thought he might get a little closer, he was even quarantined in a corner guest room.
“Your Highness, I am truly sorry, but too much time has passed. Please take this, and I will be going first. I need to take a nap.”
"What?"
You're not a baby, so why take a nap?
Vania, who had said she wanted to talk about work, tossed a box aside and ran away, leaving Nike behind like someone being chased as soon as it turned 3 PM.
“Your Highness, you must be tired, so please wash up and rest. I will send the servants. We will discuss the details again tomorrow.”
'Wouldn't I look like a fool if I believed her saying she was going for a nap?'
Sitting alone on the spacious bed, Nike calmed his anger with a sigh.
“...”
Just then, the box Vania had given him got caught on the fingertips of his hand as he placed it behind him.
He just stared blankly at the box in a not-so-good mood...
The moment.
Nike's eyes widened in surprise.
The contents of the box were something he hadn't even imagined.
'This is...'
A sky-blue liquid shimmering in a glass bottle the size of a finger.
'It's a salvation medicine.'
A panacea for external injuries that the Wassenberg family has just started releasing into the capital.
Medical departments that received the relief medicine will participate in price fixing for medical services, and before long, a medical cartel will be formed within the capital.
To resolve this, the Imperial Family must negotiate by handing over more concessions to Wassenberg...
'So this is why you asked me to come.'
"I have a lot of work to do. I don't have time to waste on the Prince's engagement matters."
True to say, Vania was struggling even during the year of no contact.
"But I wish you would consider my position, as I can't just keep waiting indefinitely."
But he was the one who kept urging her to get married right away.
'...This is the worst.'
Taking out the medicine bottle with trembling hands and gripping it, Nike bit his lip tightly.
I was flustered, but I tried my best to hide that feeling and spoke.
"I have a lot to do. I don't have time to waste on the Prince's engagement. I also need to quickly resolve the matter I asked you to attend to."
"However, the engagement is a matter that needs to be discussed at some point. I don't intend to drag this out, so let's just get straight to the point."
"Right. If I say I don't want to... You said you wouldn't do it, right?"
"Yes."
“I’ve thought about it, and I still don’t like it.”
“...”
Nike's gaze turned peculiar. He remained silent for a moment, appearing lost in thought, and wiggled his right index finger as he crossed his arms.
“What is the reason you dislike it?”
"Would you like that?"
“...”
“Your Highness, you promised to wait for me. I believed only those words. Please wait just a little longer.”
"Right. So you're saying it was too sudden? I'm sorry. I apologize for being hasty."
Nike, having said that, looked straight at me and added.
"But I wish you would consider my position, as I can't just keep waiting indefinitely."
"Yes?"
"You have to give me your trust, too."
"When did I ever fail to give you my trust?"
“After avoiding me for a whole year?”
“...”
“Let’s just ask what the reason is.”
I was speechless for a moment.
It was because I was worried Nike would be worried when he saw my physical condition, but I couldn't tell him the truth either.
"It’s not that I was avoiding you. It’s just a coincidence that whenever the Prince comes..."
“Is it possible that you’re unwell every time, absent every time, and something comes up every time?”
“...”
“I’m not a fool. If you don’t tell me the truth, I have no choice but to imagine whatever I want. If you’ve been avoiding me because you’ve changed your mind, please tell me the truth.”
“What?! That can’t be!”
I jumped up in surprise.
“Surely you didn’t think I had ulterior motives just because I didn’t show my face, and that’s why you tried to marry me?”
"No."
Nike, who had answered sharply, immediately added.
“...to say that, well. I wouldn’t say there isn’t a reason at all.”
"Oh, my god."
We cannot trust each other.
Where has the man gone who promised to love me for the rest of my life, even without being bound by the institution of marriage?
'Then, actually, you have no intention of marrying another woman, but were you just bringing this up for no reason to keep me in check? Trying to warn me because you think I'm straying?'
If that is the case, it’s actually a relief. Because it means he is conscious of me.
But was Nike really that petty? It feels like I'm discovering so many sides of my man I didn't know before, all from just one regression...
'If that's the case, it's so cute.'
Of course, a different look is also good.
“Anyway, you might not believe it, but please believe me. It is truly just that something came up every time the Prince came here.”
“...”
Nike bit his lip without answering.
That is a sign that he is angry. It is a habit of his that I know well. He is the kind of person who bites his lip tightly like that to suppress his anger when arguing, fearing that raising his voice might come across as threatening to me.
'Sorry.'
But what can I do? I can't tell the truth. I would rather die than let anyone know that my body is ruined.
“Your Highness, you are busy, so I will talk about business now. You need to return quickly, so...”
"No."
Nike shook his head as he took out the box containing the medicine he had prepared.
"I’m planning to stay here until Ryan comes back from the awards ceremony. I need to see him in person and congratulate him, too."
"Yes?!"
“I have already sought permission from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince regarding that schedule. Of course, if you refuse to give me even a single room, I can simply stay outside the castle, so don’t worry about that.”
“Th-what kind of talk is that? I don’t dislike it! I don’t dislike it, though...”
Nike raised his chin as if to say more.
This guy doesn't believe me when I say I haven't changed my mind, so he's deliberately testing me!
What could be so difficult about letting the man I love stay at my house for a few days? But.
'The chance of getting sick is too high.'
My current condition is such that without full makeup, I look like a corpse; I suffer from frequent vomiting and coughing up blood; I must split my day into 12-4-4-4, adhering to a deep sleep-activity-deep sleep-rest pattern just to barely prevent fainting...
"Looks like you don't like it."
As the hesitation dragged on, Nike muttered as if to make me hear.
“I don’t mind. Then I have a guest room, so I’ll let you have it. Please follow me.”
I got up. There was no particular reason to refuse, and I couldn't keep building up absurd suspicions by doing so.
Nike, who had gotten up following me, bowed his head behind me as I was ahead and whispered quietly in my ear.
"...Thank you."
Breath touched the nape of my neck.
When I flinched and turned around, Nike tilted his head nonchalantly.
'Th-this human...'
Why are you acting so unlike yourself! That's dangerous!
***
Lord Belzer's castle, which Ryan began building with great care even before the villagers moved in, is large and splendid to the point of being slightly excessive.
Nike was escorted to a guest room in the annex, which was connected to the main building by a bridge.
He had come to Belzer often under the pretext of managing Ratan, but he never had a reason to look around the castle.
At best, he wonders if he has been to the drawing room or Ryan’s office?
So it was his first time at the annex...
'Is this right?'
It is from end to end with Vania's room on the second floor of the main castle.
The annex also had a separate dining room and tea room, so unless he went out of his way to meet her, there was absolutely no chance of running into Vania.
"Ha."
Nike let out a hollow laugh and looked around the spacious and tidy interior of the guest room.
It is quiet.
Like this...
I cannot be isolated like this!
What was my reason for wanting to stay here?
He intended to get closer to Vania during his stay.
The reason Vania thought the engagement was hasty was likely because there hadn't been any significant progress between the two as a couple so far.
Also, he didn't hear the reason why she had been avoiding him for a year.
Surprisingly, Vania seemed to be 'hiding' the reason, which was obvious to anyone...
'I guess I should find out why she avoided me, too.'
He really hoped it wasn't true, and he didn't think Vania was that kind of person, but he was still thinking of finding out if there might be a kind older brother from next door or a tall young man her age around her.
"I'm tired."
Nike pressed down on his throbbing head.
After running nonstop for four days and nights, his proposal was rejected, and he didn't even hear the reason why she was avoiding him.
Just when he thought he might get a little closer, he was even quarantined in a corner guest room.
“Your Highness, I am truly sorry, but too much time has passed. Please take this, and I will be going first. I need to take a nap.”
"What?"
You're not a baby, so why take a nap?
Vania, who had said she wanted to talk about work, tossed a box aside and ran away, leaving Nike behind like someone being chased as soon as it turned 3 PM.
“Your Highness, you must be tired, so please wash up and rest. I will send the servants. We will discuss the details again tomorrow.”
'Wouldn't I look like a fool if I believed her saying she was going for a nap?'
Sitting alone on the spacious bed, Nike calmed his anger with a sigh.
“...”
Just then, the box Vania had given him got caught on the fingertips of his hand as he placed it behind him.
He just stared blankly at the box in a not-so-good mood...
The moment.
Nike's eyes widened in surprise.
The contents of the box were something he hadn't even imagined.
'This is...'
A sky-blue liquid shimmering in a glass bottle the size of a finger.
'It's a salvation medicine.'
A panacea for external injuries that the Wassenberg family has just started releasing into the capital.
Medical departments that received the relief medicine will participate in price fixing for medical services, and before long, a medical cartel will be formed within the capital.
To resolve this, the Imperial Family must negotiate by handing over more concessions to Wassenberg...
'So this is why you asked me to come.'
"I have a lot of work to do. I don't have time to waste on the Prince's engagement matters."
True to say, Vania was struggling even during the year of no contact.
"But I wish you would consider my position, as I can't just keep waiting indefinitely."
But he was the one who kept urging her to get married right away.
'...This is the worst.'
Taking out the medicine bottle with trembling hands and gripping it, Nike bit his lip tightly.
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