Clovis, who showed a slightly lost bare gesture, eventually looked straight at Alicia as he had decided to.
"How was your meeting with Prince Fritz, in fact?
"Prince? What, what?
"I mean, did you find it preferable or not?"
Alicia was about to slip off the couch to an aide who answered somewhat hardly. "It's not every laugh," he said with a sinister face, taking Clovis seriously whether he was serious or not.
"You must have remembered in your previous life that you fell in love at first sight with the prince. If the same thing happens in this world, the response we need to take will change."
"Oh, that's what..."
As now, Alicia blinked, thinking of the possibility that she had fallen in love by meeting the prince. Conversely, Alicia's heart was never attracted even before the prince, so much so that she did not think of the possibility.
Why, Alicia took it seriously.
As I have seen many times in pictures, rather more than that, Prince Fritz was an attractive young man. His intelligent fortitude, his acuteness as an exchanger in a grand gesture, and his temperament felt from the verses were all preferred as princes.
If you don't have memories of a previous life, or even if you had memories of a previous life, once you stood before him, it wouldn't be strange to dream of being just one woman in the eyes of a prince.
(Though I know the answer)
Alicia smiled bitterly when she saw the aide waiting for the answer.
I can't easily wholeheartedly tighten up about someone who supports me so much on the side, no matter how much I was pushing my emotions to death. Instead, the presence of Clovis has grown so much in Alicia that it cannot be ignored even with the line of master and squire.
"... you are a sinful man"
"Yes?"
"Yeah. Solo."
Alicia shook her head with her thighs as she twisted around the blanket. It's time to limit your drowsiness. If you prolong the conversation poorly, you're going to run your mouth off to something extra.
"This time, it wasn't like a fairy tale to fall in love with a prince alone. But I was just a little concerned."
"Did you care?
"I have feelings. I can't read."
I guess Alicia's answer was surprising. Clovis opened his thin lips, as he was poked into the void.
"Is it? I think it's a lot more expressive than it was at a very young age."
"Right. That's what I thought at first, too. Something I had a very different impression of than what he looked like during the expedition you taught me. but......, eyes then"
"Eyes?"
Alicia nodded back to her aide as she bit the yawn to death.
When she first welcomed me, she was relieved, to tell the truth. When it comes to Prince Fritz's information, which Alicia learns, it's about how he escaped with Charlotte in his previous life and what Clovis hears about his young days. Moreover, neither of them is information that creates a very favourable impression.
So even though I can't fully trust you given what you did in your previous life, I was glad that a good young man with a good perception welcomed you and at least seemed to be the right person to talk to.
Only for a moment, until I saw a badly frozen eye, with frizz floating in just a few moments less than blinking.
Alicia noticed the tension - when she put the Empress in front of her - because it was similar to that of Clovis once, right after we met.
Probably an emotion close to giving up.
When he stood before the king in a mission consolation and was humiliated about Graham's blood. Also at the appointment ceremony of the auxiliary princess, when she saw the absence of the nobility of the Privy Council. Clovis also had a similar shadow lurking behind his tenacious expression.
No one will admit it.
Nobody understands.
It's like everyone in the world feels like they're enemies, trying to throw everything out -.
"Somehow, I wonder if there is a groove between the Prince and Elizabeth."
Kokon, Kokon shook her head, pressed up her eyelid, which was going to stick, and Alicia managed to put it on.
Floating behind the lid is an odd sense of distance separating Prince Fritz from Empress Elizabeth. When it came to being a real parent and child, the air flowing between the two did not differ greatly from what fills the other ministers and the Empress.
Anyway, I can tell you, it would still be quick to judge the prince as a “refreshing good young man” with his first impression intact. In that I can't read inside my belly, I may need more vigilance than the Empress......
Kakun, and Alicia's head shook wide, and the blanket that was soaked from her head slipped off. The shoulder that has become dewy doesn't forgive me as a sushi, but fixing it is also a hundred million hijackings no longer.
And, as Alicia wandered the border between her dreams and her present, there were signs that someone would stand in front of her with the sound of rubbing clothes, and once again a warm and soft feeling returned to her shoulders. A low, gentle voice echoed in Alicia's ear when she thought Clovis had called me back on the blanket.
"Let's get this over with today. Rest until Lord Ani returns."
But Alicia tries to eat it down, but the sound just leaks from her thinly open lips that doesn't make sense. Did only what you were trying to protest convey in the atmosphere, or something like a bitter laugh comes down from overhead?
And the big, warm hand gently did Alicia's hair.
Alicia thought the hand was so comfortable that this might be a dream. A gentle phantom, shown by the narrow space between dreams and present. Or your own aspirations without sexual punishment.
However, even if the feeling of this hand was a dream, what would it do?
Of course, I would be very happy if this were true. Sometimes, though, I can be honest because I'm in a dream. I'm also glad to make an excuse that if I wake up, it will disappear and sweeten me up.
Alicia smiled relieved. Perhaps it would have turned out to be a very tight face.
Also, you look like that.
I thought I heard some complaining groans, but that doesn't matter either. Alicia finally let go of consciousness into her sleep because of her fluffy comfort.
Behind the long crossing corridor, the little light swings. The light stopped right in front of him as he approached Clovis, who had closed his eyelids by the luxurious red door.
"Oh well. Did you fall asleep, Princess?"
"... oh. Welcome back."
Martha with a silver tray on a tea set and Ani with a candle with orange lights swinging. Confirming the appearance of the two samurai, Clovis loosened the arms he had been putting together.
"Dear Alicia, you are rested sitting on the couch. I thought I'd give you a lift to the bedroom, but I was wondering if it would be painful to lie down in a dress."
I ran my gaze through the door to explain it, and then Clovis clouded his expression with regret.
"Excuse me. After you took your seat off, I even had a tea set ready. Besides, even if she's falling asleep, it's hard to get her to sleep."
"I don't mind. We were also talking about the princess falling asleep while we were talking to Sir Clovis, and no."
"By and large, how many years have we been on Alicia's side? It's before breakfast to let him take off his dress and clean himself up."
Clovis relieved Anni and Martha of her breasts. Surely, if we leave it to these two later, everything will be fine.
Okay, so I said hello, and Clovis tried to slip through between them. Ani calls off such an aide's back.
"I should have waited inside, but I would have stood in a hallway like this and it would have been cold. If you like, why don't you have a drink of this?
Ahead of Ani pointing, Martha lightly raises the silver tray. I saw a slight rise in hot air from the teapot and the invitation seemed very attractive. But Clovis shook his head slowly.
"Because of this, I will refrain. Sometimes when I'm a man, I get in the way. Give Alicia when she wakes up while she's in good hands."
"But, Alicia, get dressed. I won't start right away, so it's okay."
"Ah! Ma'am, Sir Clovis!
You don't have to hesitate.
The two samurai voices chased after them, but it didn't matter, the aide just stepped out into the dark hallway.
Before Clovis, who doesn't have a candle, the white moonlight just lights up the road slightly. But for the darkness so good, he was sincerely grateful.
Don't hesitate, or do you have to? That's not the problem.
The feeling of saggy hair sliding your fingers still lingers in your right hand. I touched him so he could suck me in. Then he smelled like a flower.
“The only thing that keeps me so distracted is before Clovis."
A bell-like voice struck his ear, and the aide covered half his face with sighs.
Too defenseless a face, too honest a story, everything troubles him.
(Who's you? Me)
With his mouth covered with his hands, Clovis groaned doubly. Fortunately, the darkness at night is deep. Neither his agitation nor the slight redness on his white skin can be revealed by the moonlight alone.
If there was anything that made it possible to know everything, it would be about a whole moon shining in the night sky.
Don't be aware. Don't even make me realize it.
It sprouts small, only for this feeling.
As he tried to melt into the deep pale of the night, the young man left the place early.