Nike, who had been looking at me for a moment as I lay there gesturing, approached without hesitation, unlike someone who had agonized for so long.
"Huh."
But lo and behold.
He pushed me, who was lying on the blanket, all the way against the wall.
Then, he set his pillow up in the middle like a boundary stone and lay down on the opposite side.
Without a single blanket or pillow.
Instead, he turned his back to me with his arm cut.
"Tell me if you feel sick while sleeping. I'm a light sleeper, so just call me."
Nike, keeping as much distance from me as possible in this narrow room, said that abruptly.
...That's ridiculous.
Why the sudden change? You've already sucked my lips dry.
“What’s that curbstone in the middle? Are you treating me like a pervert right now?”
“No. Me.”
“...”
“...”
"The blanket is wide and soft, so why do you insist on sleeping so uncomfortably on the hard floor?"
“...”
"Did I say I was going to do something weird? I just wanted to sleep under the covers together..."
"Will it work?"
You're firm.
However, I really have no ulterior motives. I just feel sorry for Nike, who has to sleep so pitifully.
I quietly rolled my body, lightly crushing the soft boundary stone with zero defense, and crossed over.
Whispering into the ear of Nike, who had turned back.
“Phew.”
"Ah!"
When I blew the wind, Nike sprang up, sat up, covered his ears, and looked down at me in disbelief.
“What’s wrong?!”
"Let's sleep together."
“...”
"Yes?"
“...”
“Just lie down side by side and sleep. If you sleep uncomfortably on the floor like that, your back will hurt tomorrow. I absolutely, absolutely won’t touch you or anything like that, Your Highness. Promise~”
Lying down, I extended my little finger to Nike, who was sitting.
He let out a hollow laugh.
He quietly gazed at my outstretched hand, then grabbed it.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"Yes?"
"If you don't touch it, so what?"
Suddenly, Nike bent down. He placed his arm beside my lying face and pressed his face close to mine.
“Not you, but me.”
It was a very close distance where our breaths mingled.
“You’re doing this because you’re afraid I’ll mess with you. Why do you torment me when you know all this?”
Nike's whispering expression was pitiful.
He looked at my face up close, piece by piece, as if licking it, with eyes burning with fever.
Eyes, nose, and even lips...
"Even if I weren't in this situation right now, it’s hard for me every time I see you."
“...”
“I keep wanting to kiss you and hug you. I want to touch you... I want to touch you. I never thought I would become like this...”
Nike looked at me as if I were heartless and added.
"You knew I was this kind of guy."
...That’s right. I knew it.
“You know that, so why are you acting like this? Is it fun to torment me?”
“No. It’s not like that...”
I swallowed my breath and gazed at Nike's face, which was within striking distance of our lips.
A look of immense agony as he desperately swallows his excitement.
The difference in our memories is a bit regrettable in this respect.
Because what is familiar and natural to me has become a process that Nike must go through step by step, with restraint and self-restraint.
Even now, just lying side by side wasn't difficult for us at all.
It’s not like we’re going to cause trouble with the adults right next to us, so we just naturally fell asleep while fumbling around here and there...
I think I was wrong. I think it was right that I tormented Nike, who is still in the early stages of dating.
I should apologize.
"You can touch it if you want."
However, the snout was not synchronized with the brain.
“...”
“...”
Nike's mouth opened slightly.
A look of bewilderment, yet drawn in by my provocation.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
Finally, slowly, Nike's hand moved. The trembling hand touched the nape of my neck.
And as if tickling, as if stroking.
Very slowly downwards...
“...?”
Nike's hand, which had been walking along fine, suddenly slipped to the side, picked up the pillow that had been set up as a boundary stone.
"I want to sleep with Dad."
"Yes?!"
Calling the Emperor more cutely than ever before, he opened the door in a flash and sped away before anyone could catch him.
“Hey, hey!”
Left behind, I shouted in disbelief.
“Where are you going! You have to take care of me!”
The next day.
Sunny weather, Imperial Palace.
In the luxurious guest room, Ryan stood in front of the mirror.
"You're so handsome."
Tall. A toned body. Striking blonde hair and flawless features. His impression is a bit fierce, but even that is a charm point.
“...Looks like a dog. Fuck.”
However, unfortunately, it was a face that inevitably brought someone to mind.
Blonde. Golden eyes.
Sharp impression and even a physique.
He hates to admit it, but Ryan resembles Duke Wassenberg the most of his many children. Outwardly.
“Ha, damn it.”
The Crown Prince said that if the royal marriage proceeded in the Emperor's absence, there would be much gossip.
Even if Vania becomes a member of the Imperial Family, she might be ignored or find it difficult to blend in with high society.
Regardless of the circumstances, from an outsider's perspective, it is a marriage opposed by the Emperor, and Vania has not been acknowledged by him.
So the Crown Prince and Crown Princess were very busy.
Preparing for a royal marriage to proceed without the Emperor, he was meeting with nobles day and night to build public opinion in favor of Vania.
“Aargh!”
Ryan shouted as he looked into the mirror. The more he looked, the more he saw his father in his younger days.
That is why, even though it was unfair, Ryan had to prove it ceaselessly throughout his life. That he was different from his father.
“You really aren’t of any help to my life at all! Father!”
Ryan, enraged, punched the mirror.
Looks like it's going to shatter.
'It's not the mirror in my house.'
...stopped right in front of it.
Feeling depressed, he trudged outside.
As he did so, he thought of Vania.
As the Crown Prince said, what if she gets ignored and can't even adapt to life in the palace?
She is his little sister, like a rabbit, whom he raised beautifully in his own way, and with whom he was kicked out side by side, sharing both hardships and happiness.
Just don't let them get married?
Will it work...?
His steps, cluttered with rambling thoughts, naturally headed toward the garden at the back gate of the imperial palace.
A place where unofficial processions quietly enter and exit.
He doubts she'll be kicked out in just one day, but if Vania and Nike return to the palace, come here...
'Huh.'
Far away, the carriage that the two people rode in yesterday is stopped.
She's back already.
'No, she didn't come back; she must have been kicked out!'
Vania, Nike, and three men in tattered clothes who appeared to be servants got off the carriage.
Ryan stood frozen in place, unable to even approach.
"Oh!"
Vania spotted Ryan first and ran over happily.
“Brother!”
...Brother?
'Fine, call me whatever you want.'
If those Wassenberg bastards say anything, let's just send them to heaven now.
"Aww, I missed you even though I hadn't seen you for just one day."
Vania tightly wrapped her arms around Ryan's waist and buried her face in his chest.
Ryan hugged Vania like that and didn't know what to say.
Even so, he didn't expect the Emperor to kick her out in just one day.
“Hey, are you crying?”
Seeing her rubbing her face, she was definitely crying.
However.
Vania quietly lifted her head, and contrary to expectations, she had a nonchalant expression.
And somehow, with a provocative look in her eyes, she quietly asked.
"Do you love me?"
...Suddenly? Did you eat something bad?
However, there was always a reason when Vania did strange things.
"I love you like crazy."
Ryan answered with a grin.
"Since I haven't found the missing Clara yet, you are the woman I love the most right now."
“Ugh.”
Satisfied, Vania grinned and whispered.
“Then show me right now, with your whole body, that you love me.”
“...”
Ryan paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows slightly, glancing at the companions visible behind Vania.
"Accepted."
Soon, he wrapped his arms around Vania's waist and lifted her up high.
The moment he got off the carriage.
The Emperor couldn't help but freeze at the sight of the man standing nearby.
It was a learned fear.
Golden hair. Intimidating physique.
A man who burns like the sun.
It is Edgar. The Edgar of old...
“Brother!”
Then, he saw Vania running.
Yes...
That man is not Edgar, but his son.
But that face, exactly like his father...
“Hahaha! I’m scared, let me down~!”
“Ahahaha! I won’t drop it~ My little bunny Princess!”
Crack.
Something shattered inside the Emperor as he paused.
Swallowing his tension and narrowing his eyes, he carefully examined the man's face, which seemed difficult to even look at.
A man with a bright smile on his face.
A young man who looks simply innocent and cheerful, and knows how to cast a loving gaze toward his precious person.
“Do you know that I couldn’t even sleep because I was worried about you?”
“Whyyy~ You should have gotten some sleep~!”
The sight of the man lifting his younger sister up and spinning her around as if he adored her looked familiar.
Eventually, he turned to look at the Emperor standing there blankly.
It was fascinating.
Why was I confused?
He's a completely different person.
The Emperor had no difficulty at all looking into his eyes.
"Huh."
But lo and behold.
He pushed me, who was lying on the blanket, all the way against the wall.
Then, he set his pillow up in the middle like a boundary stone and lay down on the opposite side.
Without a single blanket or pillow.
Instead, he turned his back to me with his arm cut.
"Tell me if you feel sick while sleeping. I'm a light sleeper, so just call me."
Nike, keeping as much distance from me as possible in this narrow room, said that abruptly.
...That's ridiculous.
Why the sudden change? You've already sucked my lips dry.
“What’s that curbstone in the middle? Are you treating me like a pervert right now?”
“No. Me.”
“...”
“...”
"The blanket is wide and soft, so why do you insist on sleeping so uncomfortably on the hard floor?"
“...”
"Did I say I was going to do something weird? I just wanted to sleep under the covers together..."
"Will it work?"
You're firm.
However, I really have no ulterior motives. I just feel sorry for Nike, who has to sleep so pitifully.
I quietly rolled my body, lightly crushing the soft boundary stone with zero defense, and crossed over.
Whispering into the ear of Nike, who had turned back.
“Phew.”
"Ah!"
When I blew the wind, Nike sprang up, sat up, covered his ears, and looked down at me in disbelief.
“What’s wrong?!”
"Let's sleep together."
“...”
"Yes?"
“...”
“Just lie down side by side and sleep. If you sleep uncomfortably on the floor like that, your back will hurt tomorrow. I absolutely, absolutely won’t touch you or anything like that, Your Highness. Promise~”
Lying down, I extended my little finger to Nike, who was sitting.
He let out a hollow laugh.
He quietly gazed at my outstretched hand, then grabbed it.
"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"
"Yes?"
"If you don't touch it, so what?"
Suddenly, Nike bent down. He placed his arm beside my lying face and pressed his face close to mine.
“Not you, but me.”
It was a very close distance where our breaths mingled.
“You’re doing this because you’re afraid I’ll mess with you. Why do you torment me when you know all this?”
Nike's whispering expression was pitiful.
He looked at my face up close, piece by piece, as if licking it, with eyes burning with fever.
Eyes, nose, and even lips...
"Even if I weren't in this situation right now, it’s hard for me every time I see you."
“...”
“I keep wanting to kiss you and hug you. I want to touch you... I want to touch you. I never thought I would become like this...”
Nike looked at me as if I were heartless and added.
"You knew I was this kind of guy."
...That’s right. I knew it.
“You know that, so why are you acting like this? Is it fun to torment me?”
“No. It’s not like that...”
I swallowed my breath and gazed at Nike's face, which was within striking distance of our lips.
A look of immense agony as he desperately swallows his excitement.
The difference in our memories is a bit regrettable in this respect.
Because what is familiar and natural to me has become a process that Nike must go through step by step, with restraint and self-restraint.
Even now, just lying side by side wasn't difficult for us at all.
It’s not like we’re going to cause trouble with the adults right next to us, so we just naturally fell asleep while fumbling around here and there...
'Oh, come on, you’re the one who’s used to that!'
I should apologize.
"You can touch it if you want."
However, the snout was not synchronized with the brain.
“...”
“...”
Nike's mouth opened slightly.
A look of bewilderment, yet drawn in by my provocation.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
Finally, slowly, Nike's hand moved. The trembling hand touched the nape of my neck.
And as if tickling, as if stroking.
Very slowly downwards...
Bam!
“...?”
Nike's hand, which had been walking along fine, suddenly slipped to the side, picked up the pillow that had been set up as a boundary stone.
"I want to sleep with Dad."
"Yes?!"
Calling the Emperor more cutely than ever before, he opened the door in a flash and sped away before anyone could catch him.
“Hey, hey!”
Left behind, I shouted in disbelief.
“Where are you going! You have to take care of me!”
***
The next day.
Sunny weather, Imperial Palace.
In the luxurious guest room, Ryan stood in front of the mirror.
"You're so handsome."
Tall. A toned body. Striking blonde hair and flawless features. His impression is a bit fierce, but even that is a charm point.
“...Looks like a dog. Fuck.”
However, unfortunately, it was a face that inevitably brought someone to mind.
Blonde. Golden eyes.
Sharp impression and even a physique.
He hates to admit it, but Ryan resembles Duke Wassenberg the most of his many children. Outwardly.
“Ha, damn it.”
The Crown Prince said that if the royal marriage proceeded in the Emperor's absence, there would be much gossip.
Even if Vania becomes a member of the Imperial Family, she might be ignored or find it difficult to blend in with high society.
Regardless of the circumstances, from an outsider's perspective, it is a marriage opposed by the Emperor, and Vania has not been acknowledged by him.
So the Crown Prince and Crown Princess were very busy.
Preparing for a royal marriage to proceed without the Emperor, he was meeting with nobles day and night to build public opinion in favor of Vania.
“Aargh!”
Ryan shouted as he looked into the mirror. The more he looked, the more he saw his father in his younger days.
That is why, even though it was unfair, Ryan had to prove it ceaselessly throughout his life. That he was different from his father.
“You really aren’t of any help to my life at all! Father!”
Ryan, enraged, punched the mirror.
Looks like it's going to shatter.
'It's not the mirror in my house.'
...stopped right in front of it.
Feeling depressed, he trudged outside.
As he did so, he thought of Vania.
As the Crown Prince said, what if she gets ignored and can't even adapt to life in the palace?
She is his little sister, like a rabbit, whom he raised beautifully in his own way, and with whom he was kicked out side by side, sharing both hardships and happiness.
Just don't let them get married?
Will it work...?
His steps, cluttered with rambling thoughts, naturally headed toward the garden at the back gate of the imperial palace.
A place where unofficial processions quietly enter and exit.
He doubts she'll be kicked out in just one day, but if Vania and Nike return to the palace, come here...
'Huh.'
Far away, the carriage that the two people rode in yesterday is stopped.
She's back already.
'No, she didn't come back; she must have been kicked out!'
Vania, Nike, and three men in tattered clothes who appeared to be servants got off the carriage.
Ryan stood frozen in place, unable to even approach.
"Oh!"
Vania spotted Ryan first and ran over happily.
“Brother!”
...Brother?
'Fine, call me whatever you want.'
If those Wassenberg bastards say anything, let's just send them to heaven now.
"Aww, I missed you even though I hadn't seen you for just one day."
Vania tightly wrapped her arms around Ryan's waist and buried her face in his chest.
Ryan hugged Vania like that and didn't know what to say.
Even so, he didn't expect the Emperor to kick her out in just one day.
“Hey, are you crying?”
Seeing her rubbing her face, she was definitely crying.
However.
Vania quietly lifted her head, and contrary to expectations, she had a nonchalant expression.
And somehow, with a provocative look in her eyes, she quietly asked.
"Do you love me?"
...Suddenly? Did you eat something bad?
However, there was always a reason when Vania did strange things.
"I love you like crazy."
Ryan answered with a grin.
"Since I haven't found the missing Clara yet, you are the woman I love the most right now."
“Ugh.”
Satisfied, Vania grinned and whispered.
“Then show me right now, with your whole body, that you love me.”
“...”
Ryan paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows slightly, glancing at the companions visible behind Vania.
"Accepted."
Soon, he wrapped his arms around Vania's waist and lifted her up high.
***
The moment he got off the carriage.
The Emperor couldn't help but freeze at the sight of the man standing nearby.
It was a learned fear.
Golden hair. Intimidating physique.
A man who burns like the sun.
It is Edgar. The Edgar of old...
“Brother!”
Then, he saw Vania running.
Yes...
That man is not Edgar, but his son.
But that face, exactly like his father...
“Hahaha! I’m scared, let me down~!”
“Ahahaha! I won’t drop it~ My little bunny Princess!”
Crack.
Something shattered inside the Emperor as he paused.
Swallowing his tension and narrowing his eyes, he carefully examined the man's face, which seemed difficult to even look at.
A man with a bright smile on his face.
A young man who looks simply innocent and cheerful, and knows how to cast a loving gaze toward his precious person.
“Do you know that I couldn’t even sleep because I was worried about you?”
“Whyyy~ You should have gotten some sleep~!”
The sight of the man lifting his younger sister up and spinning her around as if he adored her looked familiar.
Eventually, he turned to look at the Emperor standing there blankly.
A man standing there with his precious child clinging to him, looking somewhat surprised.
Why was I confused?
He's a completely different person.
The Emperor had no difficulty at all looking into his eyes.
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