"There is no offer to see the Albert family at this hour, so much as to say to the boulders..."
She said so puzzled, and Mary gave it back small with a groan, "Right?"
Since then, it has been good to get out of the Albert family mansion and to the Royal Palace to send carriages out to those who happened to be nearby, but the guards were asked why they were visiting and Mary was unable to explain the clear reasons for saying this.
That's what I thought I wanted to see Alicia somehow.
But if you think about it, Alicia is a princess, and there's no way she can easily meet you at this hour, which is long darkened.
Mary, among other things, can't even grasp her mood nowadays, and none of the words she utters have fired a target. How can you pass Mary now as the one entrusted with the security of the Royal Palace, so to speak of the Albert family's courtesy with the princess? I don't think it's disrespectful because that's what he does.
Still, I forgive you for trying to calm me down without doing anything to drive me back, because the other person is that Albert family courtier, or did you pity Mary, who is blushing her eyes because of tears and, on the contrary, a cluttered wipe?
"I'm sorry. The princess is currently dining with both sires. If you're not in a hurry, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes... right... I'm sorry I said I couldn't"
Hear the words of security and Mary drips weakly.
That's how I gave up and turned my heel back, and now I'm walking back... I breathed a small breath into the sound of kachari I heard from my rocking skirt and looked back again as if I had decided to.
"Um, just once! It's fine just once, not the Albert family warrant...... could you tell her that I want to talk to my friend Alicia (...) and that's what I'm saying......!
Mary, who takes the security guard's arm and begs him badly during his life, doesn't look like the usual girlfriend. It also spoke of the princess as a "friend (...)" It is not disrespectful, of course, that this statement does not seem to be the Mary of the Changer, nor does it seem to be the Lady of the Albert family, who prides herself on perfection.
And the guard turned his eyes round, and put his hand on his shoulder to forgive Mary, and nodded deeply.
"I can't let the princess through at this hour, not even in an emergency, so much so as to speak of a lady of the Albert family. But if you chase back your friend (...) who came to Alicia (...), not the princess, we will be scolded."
I tell him with such a bitter smile, and I speak to one of the others behind me.
He left graciously, wondering if he would call Alicia... and waited as he considered such a bonyard, the back of the mansion began to bother him.
And so he said, "Dear Mary!" It is, of course, Alicia who has run with a voice. He rocks his pink piece and his golden hair tied to three braids and rushes straight to Mary.
"Dear Mary, what's wrong!?
"Alicia, I..."
"Did you come alone? Where's Mr. Addy?
"Addy is... he is..."
Say it, there's tears in Mary's eyes. The reason I came here, the reason I left Addy without him next door, started to hurt so that my heart could tighten again if I thought back on them. This is the royal palace, and tears overflow even when I know there are both sires nearby. If I opened my mouth without saying hello, only the plundered voice and whimper leaked.
I saw it. I nodded as if Alicia had guessed something, and held Mary's hand tight as a guinea pig.
"Someone please head to Mary's home. Tell her you don't need to pick Mary up because we'll deliver her here responsibly."
"Yes, I did."
"I'd like to talk to Mary, so I'd like to pay for the garden and some warm tea."
"We'll bring it right away"
With Mary's hand in his hand, he gives instructions to the maids and users that Alicia was nearby.
That's how I turned to Mary again, with the same nostalgic smile.
"There were flowers in the garden. It's so beautiful to be lit by an outside light. Check it out."
and invites Mary with a serene voice.
With the eyes of Mary in tears in that series of interactions, she stared at Jizz and Alicia.
"... you're kind of like a princess"
and groaned.
The gardens passed through are beautiful with moonlight and exterior lights, and occasionally when the wind blows, the grass trees shake and the sound of zah and cool. Its long idle air and soft moonlight calmed Mary's feelings somewhat, untying her heart whenever warm tea went through her throat, and by the time she had finished drinking about half of her teacup, Mary had also regained a lot of calm.
That's how I slowly start talking about what happened earlier.
That I signed the marriage notice with Addy. I married him for it because he says he wants to do something. It was a decision I wouldn't even have to think about if it was for him.
And all of a sudden Addy said, "I love you," and I don't know how.
"I've always thought we'd stay together, but now I wonder if this relationship is going to be a man and a woman... it kind of seems like Addy is going to be someone else..."
I gently grabbed Mary's hand, held powerless on the table, as Alicia carefully nodded one by one and returned to Mary, who spoke traceably as she wiped her eyes from time to time. Mary narrows her eyes slightly as she embarrasses herself with that movement as if to forgive a child, and then her warm hands are comfortable.
I cried and came to the royal palace without getting in shape. I wonder how pitiful I look right now, even more embarrassed by the upset when I think about it, but on the other hand, I was gradually beginning to feel relieved by the warmth of my gripped hands and the darkness of the night.
"Hey, Mary, I've been very calm with Patrick lately."
"Settle down...?
"Yes, when I started dating Master Patrick, my chest rang out every time I saw him, and my chest was stuck to each and every one of Patrick's tricks, and when I was hugged, I was so nervous and excited that I was going to tremble. But..."
"But?"
"Now that I'm in Master Patrick's arms, I can calm down. I was so thrilled and nervous and my head was white, and now Patrick's arms are the place to settle down more than anywhere else."
Alicia laughs lightly. "Oh, but," he added, as if he remembered something that way.
"I still think you look good about Master Patrick. During this time, I had a difficult conversation with my father, and he noticed me and laughed at me. That face the moment your serious expression softens so much, it's already so dazzling and loving."
"If you fall in love three more times, I'll go home"
It's a joke.
Alicia swelled her puk and cheek to Mary, who rubbed her nose and nose but said it out cold.
That's how he starts talking again, "So that's it".
"That's what I was thinking when I first wanted to be more with Master Patrick, and how I could be more with him. But now I'm thinking," How are we going to spend this time together? "
Alicia smiles, looking illuminated and still happy.
Do you think about Patrick, that soft grin was a little different from Mary's knowing smile of a girl in love, which at some point even made her feel inclusive in loving her partner? When it changed, there was no clear time to look back like that, and Alicia's expression was still somewhat different from her old girlfriend's.
Aware that I love you, proud that you love me, did that change her smile......
"We don't have to think about it. We stay together, and that's why we think ahead. I've been thinking lately about how love turns into love."
"Love, to love..."
"Master Mary must have had that relationship before falling in love with Mr. Addy. So now you're in love again, aren't you confused?
You know, Mary showed confusion to Alicia as she asked for her consent.
I think it's nice to talk about her and Patrick. It's a story that everyone admires. Isn't that exactly the prince and princess of a love story?
But when you think about whether you and Addy apply to it, you still can't pin one. Anyway, I didn't think it had anything to do with romance.
I thought that the love stories that I read late at night were also just stories of princes and princesses that I thought were stories of a world that had nothing to do with me.
"But... I don't think I can make love... Because Patrick didn't have that kind of emotion with him."
Alicia squeaked a small grin at Mary, who complained that she would squeal.
"That's what Mary thought when she married Patrick sooner or later."
"Yes, it is..."
"Is that because Master Patrick would catch up with the family?
"I have a relationship with the house, and Patrick's excellent, so I'm impeccable as a partner. I know my personality."
"Besides, Master Patrick is tall, well-dressed, smart, kind, manly, and then he's cute sometimes!
"... twice more"
"I was just kidding."
Alicia gives another obstinate look at the steadily decreasing number of residues.
And when I gently held Mary's hand, I laughed, "But".
"But, dear Mary, that's not all Mary was thinking about marrying Patrick, is it? 'Cause Mary's got a lot of marriage offers coming, and you're turning them all down."
I nodded back to Alicia, who laughed so, saying that Mary was indeed right.
Not as many men of the same level as Patrick on the boulder... but there was still a 'Prince Everyone Can Burn' similar to him in the offer to kill. Fresh, visible, literary, militant youth, older attractive and inclusive gentlemen, at the end of the day, there was also an offer from the royal ties of neighboring countries rather than metaphors such as' It's like a prince '.
But Mary refused them all.
No matter how good they looked, no matter how good they were, noble enough to be tempted to say no, even someone who knew Mary was a changer and would say it was one of the attractions, they still refused all the offers.
I'm sorry my father said, "Do as you please" with a bitter smile on his face, but still.
"Waiting for someone like Patrick to show up again"
And, I don't speak for it, but I was letting such an air encourage the men to resign.
But Mary wasn't lying. I did think it was a user-friendly saying no, but I was waiting for someone like Patrick in fact.
Who you think you can marry. Not in appearance, not in family, not in character.
"I thought Patrick would be good. Whether you have a good family or a good personality, other than Patrick..."
Potty Potty and Mary spill.
That's how I groaned at the end to spit out, "Because..."
I've always been vague, the only reason I can never give in. If you marry Patrick, you were accepted, it was thought you should be, for only one reason...
Yeah, that's why I thought Patrick would be good.
'Cause he's the only one, and he was the only one different from the other guy. Only he...
"Only Patrick accepted that Addy was nearest to me..."
The moment I finally said why I hadn't thought about it before, tears spilled out like I cut a weir out of Mary's eyes.
No matter how badly the other men were out against Mary, they were different against Addy. There were even those who would back him down, turn him away, and scold him directly by saying, "Don't be familiar with her, give up your identity".
Of course, I know that's due to Mary and Addy's friendliness beyond "master and squire," but I still take it for granted that he is there. To Mary, who has spent so far, it was only those who try to keep him away who are the invaders who destroy his world.
You don't know anything! and how many times have you barked in your heart, you don't know one thing about him, about yourself, don't just say "fiancée candidate" and break my world! and.
But Patrick was the only one who didn't complain that Addy was next to Mary. Whether he was escorted to a party or a tea party his parents had deliberately prepared "for this reason both of us," he naturally took it for granted that Addy was there, without scolding him or letting him back down, and on the contrary, he kept things going as they were.
I looked up at Addy, who stood jiggly as a squire, and said, "What's wrong, you're not going to sit down?" Patrick was the only one who spoke to me strangely. He always made reservations for the three of us when we went to dinner.
That's why I was accepted to marry Patrick. Give your body a reason to say your identities match each other, for a future where you and Addy are really the same......
The fall, the engagement, there was always him in the future I drew.
If you're with Addy, the North, the university, it's not bad anywhere. Didn't you always think so?
"Dear Mary, if you've noticed how you feel, you're all right now. 'Cause I'm gonna be with Addy forever."
"Ever......"
"Yes, because Mary and Addy are married."
Mary rounded her eyes with Kyoton to Alicia, who told her gladly.
That's how he muttered to make sure for himself that he was "right, you're married," Potturi said.
"But... isn't that a very weird order?
Love, marry, and fall in love that you don't naturally realize you're already together when you get there.
Alicia grinned and stroked Mary's cheek at Mary, who anxiously complained that she had never heard of love or anything like it being traced backwards.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she was gently wiped after tears.
"Sure, it's a little crazy, but don't you think it sounds like Mary?
"... does that mean I'm crazy?
"Yeah, I am. You're weird, you do strange things sometimes, you're mean, you're harsh, but you're kinder than anyone, you're hard to understand, you're not perfect for such a Mary."
"... you're starting to say the same thing."
"But" Alicia added to Mary, glaring in tears, holding Mary's hand in both hands.
"But I love Mary like that."
and Mary slightly rounded her eyes to the words so upright.
That's how I nod slowly, gripping my gripped hand back with my eyes still in tears.
"Me too... I love you too, Alicia"
If I told you honestly how I felt, Alicia laughed at me for a moment as Kyoton, "I'm glad, but you can't, Dear Mary," she said.
"You can't say that to me now. I'm jealous."
"Jealous?"
To whom? And Mary tilts her neck.
Alicia smiled softly when she saw it, slightly shifting her gaze upwards as she stared straight at Mary.
As if someone was behind Mary.
"Hey, Mr. Addy"
And to Alicia's words, who spoke so joyfully, Mary lowered her voice, "Uh..." and looked back in haste.
At that moment, the blowing wind made a noise with Za, rocking the grass, the hair of Mary's silver thread and the rusty hair of the person standing behind her.