The process is like a mountain if it is to be the marriage of an authoritative Albert family maid alongside the royal family, and then the Albert lady's "corner, so let's keep it a secret who they are until the party!" It would be more difficult if we even joined the surprise plan that came to mind. Still, if a few people, including Patrick - albeit a few with both authority and strength to say the least - gathered together, they would move quickly, leaving the priest in front of them. All they had to do was sign a marriage pledge.
- In the end, it is important to connect houses with noble marriages, and it is not so uncommon for the owners of both houses (...) to sign this and say that we are outside the mosquito nets until the end… etc. In some cases, our will may even be scorned for signing...
That's how Mary followed suit when Addy finished writing her autograph, and a single pledge was made.
When Addy and Mary are a couple, a pledge to prove it.
Most importantly, it is officially accepted for the first time with a royal emblem on this, but it can still be said that the two are the same couple than they signed. It is the marriage of the Albert family, which should take precedence over most errands and reach His Majesty.
It's a strange thing because it precedes a priest who reads it aloud, and the relationship changes in just one piece... and when Mary thinks of that as a bonyard, Patrick took his hand from the side and received the pledge.
"Then I will take responsibility for delivering this to both sires."
Patrick carefully winds up the paperwork into a bag.
When Mary heard it, she looked around saying so.
"With that said, what happened to that kid? Though these days seem more exciting and snuggly than usual."
"Oh, Alicia's waiting for both sires in the royal palace," because she wants it accepted quickly. "
"Makes both sires wait!? Alicia, what a horrible thing to do!
"I'll pull that off, too, boulder!
"Yeah, me too."
Patrick nodded back with a slightly blued look, opened the door with the paperwork... and stopped.
When Mary said to Addy, "By the way, what was the thing you wanted to do that far? 'Cause I asked. If Patrick looks back in a hurry, Mary looks up at Addy wonderfully and Addy stares at her with eyes as if she had decided to do so.
There's an unspeakable air between us, and I can even feel the urgency. However, only Mary, still unaware of it on this occasion, tilted her neck strangely.
"We even got married, what did you want?
"Lady... I..."
"Yeah?"
I look up at him with Mary tilting her neck as she waits for Addy to respond.
In contrast, I suddenly breathed a small breath when I said that Addy was ready...
"Lady... no, Mary, please marry me"
And, honestly, he told Mary, staring straight into Mary's eyes, without delusion or joking.
Mary also circles her eyes with her neck tilted when she doesn't know what this means.
I can't help but think of a question mark over my head because it's our proposal that I just got married in her mood and the ink on the signature I wrote on the pledge hasn't dried up. I have no idea what that means. I tilt my neck even more and blink with a pussy.
"Yep... that's why you just signed it"
Still stunned, still trying to point to the pedestal that Mary had signed earlier... shook her shoulder as she was grabbed by the hand.
If you look up surprised, Addy's eyes are looking at you jizzily.
I remember the feeling that I was about to be ejected by that deep rust color, and Mary took a small breath.
I get drunk in an unspeakable atmosphere that I can't say what I show you from time to time, unlike the usual him. Somehow, when Addy stares at me in this condition, my heart beats faster like an early bell, even remembering how breathless it is to be tightened.
The hand grabbed is hot. His manly hands are huge and even feel enveloped. My heart hurts, it hurts so much that I want to escape......
"... A, Addy?
"I've always wanted to tell you. I like you, from the bottom of my heart, I love you more than anyone."
Mary rounded her eyes to Addy's straightforward confession and pampered her mouth open without words. Suddenly I can't keep up with the processing of my thoughts and I don't know what to say...... but I can't even afford to think about that because I've pulled Mary's hand that Addy was grabbing and kissed her fingertips about what it would be.
Mary's cheeks felt soft touching her fingertips when she said that even being grabbed hard would tighten Mary's heart... no, her whole body lit the heat instantly instead of her cheeks. Among other things, I don't say the heat on my fingertips that Addy's lips touched, but I feel as if my nerves have concentrated there.
Not knowing such Mary's lack of room, Addy, who kissed her fingertips repeatedly to love her, turned her gaze to Mary again. Mary's heart and thoughts at the earliest are close to their limits to a burning, hot rusty gaze.
That's why when Mary tried to pull her hand, Addy gripped even harder that she couldn't forgive it. So, it's like stabbing a stomach.
"I swear I'll be next to you my whole life. So please, just put me next to you as one man."
And so he stares straight at me and tells me.
At last, Mary also reached her limit, and the heat in her body reached its highest temperature. No.
"Hiaaaah!
escaped with an unprecedented dumb scream that
I didn't say how fast and pitiful that escape leg was, and Addy, who was left, said, "I can't believe I'm running away here...!" He fell off his knees and knocked on that shoulder saying that Patrick was sorry for leaving the door open to give him an exit. In the meantime, even priests who often don't know the circumstances slap their shoulders to comfort Addy, so it's not much of a development even from the edge by then.
Mary screamed dumbfoundly as she ran straight into her room, jumping into bed and wearing a futon out of her head. It is a complete cage castle position. Besides, if that's not enough, hand hold the pillow that was nearby.
When I finally took a breath in that way, at the same time, Mary's eyes began to moisten. My eyeballs are hot...... and I think so. I try to wipe my eyes, but the tears spread through my cheeks so as to plunder their fingertips, and I pour them into a white sheet and stain them.
They say that, and I don't know what to do.
Addy's words earlier are repeated in his head, each time tightening to such an extent that Mary's heart may crumble. I couldn't believe I loved you, I didn't think Addy would tell me more than that.
In a different dimension from those things, I always thought he was next to himself.
"Oh, I don't know if I like you or love you... I'm married... silly..."
Rubbing his nose with Gusn, Mary holds his grabbed hand. Is it after his fingers that he is slightly red, or if he thinks he has been grabbed so hard by then, tears will tell his cheeks again. The more I remember, the more my chest aches, and the fever I lose my escape turns into tears through my body. Breathe and your throat will shake, tears will overflow and fall as you breathe slowly out.
I'm not like Mary or the Albert family maid, I don't feel like exposing such a weak figure as just one woman to others after all... except him.
Yes, even in this situation, the idea of "I want to talk to Addy" comes to mind in Mary's head.
Needless to say, that's the end of the line, but by that time Mary had told Addy everything. It's only after I've told him what to do with any problem. I also told him that day, when my memory of my previous life returned, as a matter of course, even though I knew it was a story that would make me laugh or worry if I told others.
"You can't talk to anyone else," he said, "I still remember returning it to you," of course. I was aware that it was something that you didn't believe someone told you, or rather didn't feel comfortable talking about.... other than Addy.
That's what Addy was like for Mary. I didn't say it was love, but I'm still next door today and tomorrow the same. Even if studying abroad is the actual distance, it doesn't make any difference to each other. Even if Mary marries someone and marries them to some house, he's always next door. That's what I was thinking.
That's why I can't accept being informed that I had romantic feelings there now and saying yes.
In the first place, Mary had divided herself as being negligible with regard to the relationship between a man and a woman, and better neglected herself.
That's not that she has no interest in heterosexuality...... for one thing, because Mary is Mary Albert. More than I was born as a courtier of the Albert family, all of which I will marry for the house. It's like dreaming of a relationship and admiring a man of your age and other hurting yourself. For Mary, no, for the Albert family courtier, it's only convenient to be oblivious to romantic emotions.
Yes, I was thinking from a childhood perspective. I was telling my mind not to sprout romantic feelings and other things as I watched women marry to men I didn't like or dislike the first time I met them in the usual world.
More importantly, Mary had Patrick. The Dice family man, the world-famous' suited fiancée candidate '
"What a fit two," he said, saying that the surrounding area had nothing to do with Mary's feelings and other fine dust, and the girls of the same age were jealous of "I envy that Master Patrick's opponent," and treated them sooner or later as something to be married. I wasn't alone in who I really liked about Mary, who I really liked about Patrick, who asked so. He took the liberty of envying Mary and Patrick, jealous of his own accord.
Mary thought it was such a treatment of her feelings and so on against such surroundings. He said that this was more a duty than being born a courtier of the Alberts.
That's why if love but love but ego sprouts like the other girls, it's just hurting and destroying itself.
Sadness is the only thing beautiful in the story, then let's just ignore 'thoughts like burning my chest' as it is, marry for the house and support the man who will be my husband...... Even if no shards such as Mary's appearance were required there, I was confident that I would be able to play the woman I sought after my wife. It's easy for clever Mary to push and kill Mary and play the wife she married from the Albert family.
Besides, with Addy, if I could only stay in 'Mary' when I was next to him, I could put up with any house I wanted to marry. Even if Mary (herself) isn't wanted, if she stays in Mary the same way next to Addy, that's enough.
That's why I had to have Addy next door...... and I thought that far and another tear fell out of Mary's eyes. If you breathe deeply trying to calm down, your hick and throat will shake.
What do I do, what do I do?
I can't think of any Addy to bother me with.
For a while then, on the contrary, I continued to worry for a few hours without being able to give an answer.
If they say it's not like that Mary Albert, it certainly is, but the only person who can restore her calm is also just one woman, among other things, now a factor of concern.
Speaking of what you can do, it's like you got into a bottomless swamp of thoughts, sipping gus and nose, only tapping a pillow at a distraction.
"Idiot, Addy idiot, what are you gonna do, I can't think about it without you listening to me..."
Whimpering so much, one more shot and a pillow and I heard a chatter and a small noise from my pocket.