Something's wrong with His Highness Siegwalt lately.

Although we were originally between fiancées, we didn't get to see each other that often until we entered school, and it must have been some reluctant relationship.

Your Highness is calm, but I'm not very comfortable and cute. I guess that wasn't good either.

I want to believe it's not as neglected as it is, but it's not even liked.

If we don't call each other nicknames, it's not as easy for us to have an informal conversation as His Royal Highness and Artur Richter.

Such a sense of distance.

It was.

It's supposed to.

"Mr. Finne.

Even if you have a fiancée, you won't feel so comfortable approaching her.

Regardless of Artur and Bal, Your Highness is officially engaged to me.

Even if you don't care about the outside world, you don't have a problem getting caught up in nasty rumors even to Your Highness or me.

Can you get rid of me?

I wonder why I can only say this in such a tight way.

Even though I hate myself, I can't stop talking.

The poisoned poor girl still has a crying expression.

"Lieselotte, are you jealous?

But His Highness said so, smiling really gracefully, without even putting the bitter air and other teeth between me and the poor girl (Mr. Feene).

"Hey, I don't know………."

Yeah, I knew it was crazy.

Why does His Highness look at me like he sees something flattering?

I was so sweet that those amber eyes made me want to cry, I was ashamed that I was poked at a drawing star.

All I could do was mouth and toss.

My cheeks are hot.

"I just didn't speak up because I thought it might be something that would show the lady, like a combat practice game.

I didn't mean to mess with you or hurt you. "

I knew it was crazy.

His Highness seems to know everything about me these days.

And on top of that, I can't believe you're looking at me with those, like, darling eyes.

"Sorry to make you feel rusty, huh?

I was rusty.

Being revealed to the depths of that heart, I was embarrassed to think I was embarrassed, happy, and happy, and I mean, I don't know why anymore.

"I'm nothing like that, just, you know, outside hearsay or pride......, the!

..............................!!

Malicious words come out when they do it on their own, but I get angry at my own mouth that doesn't get around well at times like this.

I couldn't resist trying to escape without manipulative or resigned greetings.

"Where are we going, sweetheart?

I hope you're here, too, so I don't get weird rumors or anything, okay?

With all due respect, Your Highness grabbed my hand.

If I look back in tears, His Highness, Bal, Artur Richter, even Mr. Fine, will look at me with a smile that sounds kind of “dusty," and I can't wait to see it.

Why.

Why.

"... ahhh..."

Confusion leaked out in such a small whisper.

"What is it? That's too cute."

Your Highness is in the face, and that's what you said.

"…… to?

What? Too cute?

Speaking of cute, you mean Mr. Feene?

"Oh, come on, Sieg. Forget we're here?

As frightened, Artur Richter called out to His Highness like that.

"The princess is terrible too......

My hand was a pussy, but Sieg's got to be honest with me. "

I was embarrassed by the words I was told with a slight smile on my face… I just couldn't shake His Highness's hand off. Well, knock it off, etc.

"I'm your fiancée."

His Highness, who said so with a cool face, slowly lays his lips on the back of my hand, as if it were an earlier reproduction.

"……… Ah."

My lips, they touched me.

I don't need to touch it.

They looked up at me like I was shooting, and I was like, oh......

"Leezelotte!?

As a matter of fact, here lately, in the time before the sun went up, my heart got bumpy and I woke up.

As much as I dream nasty, nasty, nasty dreams, and remember the illusion that my self is swallowed up by the emotions of jealousy, I am done, I wake up.

So I'm sleep-deprived, and I'm so annoyed that I think I'm weird myself because of it, I'm embarrassed and I don't know why, I mean.

I think I've lost my mind.

The last person in sight was a platinum blonde, Amber's eyes.

The colour of His Highness Siegwalt.

My light.

Likes.

As much as the word like is not enough, I like it.

I like His Highness Siegwald.

In a hazy consciousness, that was the only thing that was clear.