The next morning, Addy woke up much earlier.
If you do the chilla and glance sideways, Mary sleeps comfortably on her pillow with her own arm. Beautiful eyes are now closed, and a slightly open mouth leaks a light sleep.
I'm asleep. I don't even wake up from combing silver thread hair with my hands to try it, and I don't even notice it when I try to wrap it around my fingertips. It was lovely to be so asleep with my arms on my pillow, and I rubbed against Mozo once as if I caressed my head lightly.
Munya and her shapesickness lips complain of speechless complaints and immediately turn to sleep.
"Lady, I'm sorry about your day off, but you're awake now"
Speak up as you whisper - at times like this, what a subtle amount of voice you get when the feeling of 'I don't want to wake you' conflicts with the feeling of 'I need to tell you' - and you gently retreat from Mary's side.
Did you wake up with that move, when Mary slowly opened her eyes and said, "Addy...?," he said in a sleepy voice.
"Time to wake up already......?
"No, I'm still early and I'm fine sleeping. I have business to attend to, so I'll leave the room first."
"Okay... well, I'll sleep another night..."
I'm going to sleep for a while, and I can't stop saying the words, and Mary left her head on Poson and Pillow.
I'm going to start to sleep again right away, so should I now say 'I only regained consciousness for a moment' rather than 'I woke up'?
Addy smiles bitterly at Mary like that and gets ready to go out and watch her sleep.
Sleeping in familiar private rooms, familiar beds, futons is my beloved companion......
"Oh, your daughter is sleeping in my bed. It's not a dream..."
Addy unintentionally squeaks his fist and bites it off because it's been that long a one-sided period.
Thinking, rushing, giving up, the sight in front of the fruitful at its end. I still feel privileged at the mundane moment and even think of it as a miracle. If you have eyes, why do you need to hide them in your own room? The expression loosens up in a grand way.
You heard Addy like that, and Mary, who should have been asleep, opened her eyes squintly.
"What are you talking about earlier, it's not like I'm dreaming anymore"
"Oh, lady, you were awake!?
"I can tell you're awake, I can tell you're asleep..."
"Good night"
"Good night no..."
Speak the language of bedtime in a slightly sleepy tone, and make sure that Mary sleeps this time.
That's how Addy woke her up. If I followed the room through a door that opened gently, I could hear the sweet voice, "There you go, you".
It was the House of Dice who disciplined herself and Addy turned, nevertheless, as she was attracted to her hair behind her back by the words of drop-off she heard when closing the door.
There are no visitors yet because of the early hours, and I can see room for the maids and users who go out with me. The only thing keeping me busy at this hour would be the gardener early in the morning and the kitchen preparing breakfast.
Patrick walked in from the back of the mansion after just stopping using it to ask for a word and waiting a while.
Even though it was early morning, Rin stood as usual, naturally he was also ready for his taste, and on the contrary, he woke up to do his morning duties.
The man who can do it is early in the morning, and Addy applauds jokingly. - At the same time, a figure of Mary floated around the futon in Addy's brain. It's like a worm out of a futon, complaining, "Don't compare me to Patrick."
Forget Mary in his brain like that - Mary complained in Addy's brain, "Don't remind me if you don't mind," and went back into the futon - again if Addy turned to Patrick, I guess he assumed it was an important story. He also changed his expression to something serious.
"... about Alicia."
"Yes. I was wondering if you had any ideas if you knew beforehand. Your daughter is trying to help..."
That's a little...... and Addy goes out of his sight.
What I am reminded of is the figure of Mary, who continues to talk excitedly about how to groom her monthly dog even when she went into bed last night. Though it would be quiet for a while if Addy told him to go to bed, he remembered more and said, "Speaking of which, what's the latest issue! Let's get the heat in."
Repeating that over and over again, and as a result, Addy finally went to bed by holding her tight and covering her futon from her head, but Mary looked like a burning dog trainer at that time trying to fulfill her role.
Though the intention is to slap Alicia into her princely behavior, it's hard to imagine that that would lead to a solution. Instead, it doesn't turn out a lot when Mary is doing that way of intending.
Yes, I've been staring at Mary longer than anyone else - I'm getting caught up in it - Addy knows.
More importantly, this rumor carries the ill intentions of pulling down the Alberts and Dies with Alicia. Then the majesty of the princess alone will not be the deciding factor.
Explain that, and Patrick nodded, "Right."
"I have something to say about referring to the monthly dog grooming method, but still, if Mary will cooperate, thank you. … but surely, that's not enough"
"Yeah, so I thought Master Patrick had something on his mind."
At the time of the discussion, Patrick was showing some thought-provoking bareback. On the contrary, didn't you expect this to happen beforehand?
Then there is no way Patrick, who is nothing else, remains helpless. If Addy told him he thought that and came to hear the story, Patrick laughed with a shoulder over his shoulder that he was "overbought".
"I have an idea, but mine is to the same extent as Mary's.... I haven't read how to stick a dog."
"But you're thinking of something."
"Oh. But someone might come here, so let's talk in my room."
Ask the maid of passing for tea. If Patrick walked out, Addy walked out in line with him again.
"Speaking of which, this is the first time we've had Patrick put us through to his room."
If Addy spoke as he looked around out of rarity, Patrick, who was taking a few documents out of his desk drawer, said, "Did you?" He replied without turning around.
The room I was shown is reminiscent of my husband's appearance. A room where books are laid down when they are well organized and not enough for a lined bookshelf, and where just looking indoors conveys his talent and diligence.
Dressed in height, it is then decorated with something that does not fit into this room, such as an amateur dressed embroidered handkerchief or a round insert.
Particularly eye-catching is the snowdome placed on an organized desk. I said it was a man's desk with papers and books. There, the lovely snowdome doesn't look good.
If you see anything stranger, you'll think it's so unbalanced. "Detailed decorations are undermining the height of the fit," he might get wasted.
But only a smile for Addy, who knows the reason for this' incompatible simplicity ', spilled a grin on her niggardly and pranky whilst watching the decorated' Snowdome someone would have given me '.
"Hey, that's a good room like Master Patrick. Exactly. Especially the snowdome there. Makes you feel good about it."
"Mary tells me there's something in Addy's room that's going to be 'Covered Mountain'. I want you to show me to your room next time."
"I've already relocated that to my brother's room!
About the brilliant counter that I intend to set up, Addy rushesly denies it.
Patrick laughed at it and put the paperwork on his desk with the declaration of victory, "You're the first one I've set up.
Then I get to my seat myself and have a sip of tea. What an elegant work. If you look closely, my cheeks are slightly red, but unfortunately I couldn't afford to point this out to Addy right now.
"I'm not suspicious of Alicia. I believe she is the undisputed daughter of both sires.... but 'I believe' isn't evidence of words alone."
"Right. If anyone's trying to drag you down on this one, we need to get clear evidence."
"Oh, that's why I checked. Is there anything else you can prove that Alicia is a princess besides the color of her hair and eyes..."
Patrick spreads the paperwork as he talks about it.
The fine paper is surprisingly written with small letters, and then even signed by royal palace officials. At a glance, I can tell it's an important document.
Says, these are documents about the princess's birth. Not something that would have been strictly manageable and easy to bring out if it had been, but Patrick's position and the ratings from the surroundings he'd been building would have caused the administrator to shake his head vertically.
Around being told, "Hope it helps" when taking it out, the administrator may have entrusted Patrick with resolving the matter at the same time as the paperwork.
One of those papers.
He slipped it to give the notification that the doctor had written it at birth, and Patrick poked him with a ton of fingers. The numbering that prints the first of the important documents and the date this document was delivered.
I just told him to compare the movements of his fingers with the numbers written down by Addy alternating......,
I felt uncomfortable and tilted my neck with a strange look.