Fake Cinderella

The blue sky was spreading. Yesterday, the snowstorm that followed last night was a lie blue sky.

Look up at the sky, ha, and take a few sighs today.

Sighing says happiness runs away, but I think he's already running away.

"Your Highness, why don't you take a walk?

"Fine. I don't like it buried in the snow."

Thanks, Julia. But at my height, I can barely see anything with this amount of snow. Though I appreciate the snowfall...... I'm a little afraid to walk between the snow walls over 1m.

"Why don't you take a look at the progress of construction on the kitchen?

"If you go to see it so many times, you'll get in the way of the craftsmen"

You know, Alice, I'm glad the construction is going steadily, but when I go, we're all in awe, so on the contrary, I'm sorry.

"From the library in the main palace, should I bring you any new books as well?

"... I have read too much material and I don't want to see the letters for a while"

The material sent to me by Count Stazen was very detailed.

I got a little tired of the vividly rising past of others who just followed me in letters. I can't read that unless I have the energy.

"Because you don't have to worry so much about me. Thanks."

"But... you must be bored, right?

"Yeah. That's not true."

The reason for the sigh is not because I'm bored.

Simply because the fact that I've figured it out a lot was something that made me feel heavier.

"His Royal Highness Prince Wang hasn't been here for three days..."

"I don't have a choice. There was a coup d 'état in the neighboring country."

It was after noon three days ago that we received the news that there had been a coup d 'état in neighbouring Esarcal.

The afternoon tea time I had promised His Highness was postponed because of that. I was disappointed, but I thought that was something I had no choice.

Even I can see that events in neighbouring countries will have less impact on Dardinia.

"But, Your Highness, no matter how busy you say you are, I don't think you can show your face."

"I know Your Highness will prioritize your work... and in the first place, if it seems to prioritize me, I'm just wondering"

I'm not sorry or anything. I really do.

The commonly said ultimate choice. It's a drama or something. "Which is more important, me or work?" The one. "

My personal opinion, but I don't think there are any more stupid questions than that one.

When I was working at the tart store, a coworker girl told my boyfriend. "Me or my job, which is more important".

He'd say that to her better now, and I was weird. I was impressed, putting my job and my lover in the same line? I didn't think that was possible.

It's not something you can line up with... 'Cause it's your job, right? And your lover is something else, isn't he?

Well, you can't deny that there are people who bet everything on love. Because that is personal freedom.

But, you know, I want you to do that as far as you can on your own. It was so hard being suddenly retired, back then.

... Though I am here when later I was forced to make the same decision, choosing a job.

"It's closed down to here, and you can see signs of courtesy outside. I'm sure he's been busier in the government, not day or night. … I would like your Highness to ease up a little bit more than you can come and see me."

It is an honorary student's answer. But I'm serious about this.

Your Highness is most worried about your health.

I don't think I can handle that because I'm a good worker, but I don't want you to be any more impotent because there's something about it that's originally workaholic.

There is no such thing as a holiday on His Highness's schedule. You know what 'holiday' means? And so much so that I wanted to inquire.

"Your Highness is too discerning."

"Really?

"That's right. You can say it yourself."

"But... I don't want to bother Your Highness. … I do not intend to weigh your feelings by being selfish and asking you to listen to it"

Selfish escalate indefinitely.

There's nothing going on at first. It could be trivial. But one of these days, my senses will be paralyzed. Both.

I don't like it when people take it for granted to be selfish.

And I hate it more when people think I'm just selfish about what I really sincerely wished for.

"Your Highness..."

It's not because this is good. A little cheating adult wisdom.

Everyday, you'll get used to that when you're selfish. But if you want something you rarely speak of... you should be able to take care of it.

The trump card is not cut many times.

"It's dreary not to see you, and it's boring. But I'm doing an important job... I want to be a support group at least, not a foothold for His Highness."

There may have been something I could do... even if I was here at 33, there wouldn't be so much I could do. I can't say enough to help.

"Well, Your Highness..."

Nice to meet you.

You're blinding me, Julia, Alice.

So it's not such a splendid thing. I just know myself well.

"I think it would have been nice if Her Royal Highness had taken care of you like that, really..."

"Lilia...... thank you for your hard work"

Soon, Lilia, who asked His Highness to plug it in, was back.

"I'm back now. I gave the cage of the plug directly to His Highness. Though you seemed busy... Your Highness's neighbors were thankful for your concern."

"Yes..."

I only know the vicinity of His Highness as much as Viscount Rada. Baron Furzalt is a family order, so it's a little different from the vicinity.

"... go ahead, it's from Your Highness"

A white envelope with no decorations is given.

I can see my eyes shining by accident.

"... thanks"

Card from Your Highness. Glad.

I think it would be easier and more convenient to get in touch with you if you had an email or a phone call.

But that's why that's not true when it comes to being inferior to it now without that kind of means.

There are a lot of things that I think are unfettered and inconvenient, and sometimes, I want to cry, but now there's something good about it. I think card interactions convey things that are not communicated by email or phone speed.

"Don't you see?

Lilia giggles.

"I can't open it because it's still a waste"

I can wrap it in a handkerchief and hide it from my chest.

Put your hands gently on your chest.

I feel like it would be a waste to see something soon.

"Your Highness... it's not a pocket."

'Cause it's convenient.

The chest is hidden so that a handkerchief can be inserted. Handkerchief is always carrying your wife's manners.

The open chest is doubled, so you have to be careful around you when you go in and out.

What gets here is basically handkerchief exclusive. That's why handkerchiefs have a special meaning.

Handkerchief means' heart '.

In Dardinia, knights may dedicate their swords to the other than the Lord.

It is a 'pledge' to serve by risking your life against the Lord, and it is clearly divided as a 'pledge' to offer to thinkers that it will love you by risking your life.

Thoughters who have been offered 'vows' become known as' princesses' to their knights, but what a knight thinks of 'princesses' is supposed to be sublime without physical relationship.

"Knight" imposes on himself to be the pride of "princess," and "princess" also polishes himself that he is not the "princess" worthy of his "knight". It may be said that it is that spiritual bond that underlies the aristocratic society in Dardinia.

When the princess is offered a vow, she is supposedly answering that vow by giving the knight something he is wearing.

Decorative sleeves, decorative buttons, fans, and accessories often give you what you're wearing, but if you're given a handkerchief, it means, 'My heart is always with you'.

"... then, because I'm in the study"

Gently press the chest and move in the footsteps bouncing to the study.

"Do you want to bring tea?

"Yeah. I don't need it."

'Cause something that's happy and full of breasts.

"What?"

"No, it's nothing"

Lilia's meaningful grin.

You know, everyone, because you don't have to look at me with such a smiling eye!

Take care of the card wrapped in a handkerchief in the sofa corner at the window of the study. I gently opened the card as if my temperature had reached me.

……

For a moment, the sweet bitter scent tickled my nose.

(... is this...?

It was a scent I had smelled somewhere. Where would it have been? Though thought, the thought quickly disappeared without being well shaped. I didn't intend to pursue any further.

Because, more than that, the cards in my hands had taken my consciousness away.

Blue letters for running and writing......

Only three lines were written.

I apologize for rebelling the other day.

I appreciate the plugging.

Then a signature just by the name of Nadir.

It doesn't look too much like that, three lines.

(... for the first time)

Gently pick up the name at your fingertips.

Previously, it was signed Nadir-Eselbert, the king's son.

But... the only thing written here is its name 'Nadir'.

Nadi, his half-sister, or even his mother, His Royal Highness Euria, never calls His Royal Highness the King by name... because in court sequence, no one can call His Royal Highness the King by name but His Majesty the King.

Except if the person in question says you can call me by name.

In the meantime, when I went out at night, for the sake of patience, I got permission to call you by name, but is that still valid?

No, but I think it's just my one-sided imagination that that look on His Highness's face was a dissatisfaction that I wouldn't call by name...

(... but maybe this signature means you can call it by name away)

No, no, maybe that's how I feel too complacent!

It goes all the way around my head.

The content is so disturbing to just two lines of cards.

(Ah, I don't know anymore)

I don't know what to do myself. Breathe deeply, exhale slowly, and take a deep breath.

Then I looked at the card again.

Running writing, but His Highness's writing is beautiful.

(... seems to be Your Highness)

Words that don't sound too much like that. But I feel like His Highness is in my eyes when I write this.

(Glad...)

I honestly think so. I'm so happy with that card that doesn't work, I take it to my chest and knock my torso over the couch.

Inverted vision...... sunny skies in between winter snow clouds can be viewed in a different way than just now.

It springs on my chest, thoughts...... tickles, I want to twinkle, I'm happy.

I don't know why I'm so happy about it.

(yeah...... no)

I really do.

I'm just too embarrassed to admit it.

(... I like it, so I think...)

Um, there's always a grumpy face in front of me, Your Highness.

The tone is chilling, but the contents are quite worrying, Your Highness.

And your highness, who hates carrots and manages not to eat them.

I'm sure some faces are the only ones I know.

When I remembered many things about His Highness, something got hot on my cheeks.

I'm sure if I looked in the mirror, I'd be blushing.

(Shh, whatever you like, it's fine. Because we're a couple! Not crazy at all!

Try to excuse yourself for something unexpected.

Because we're a couple!

I don't have a problem with my wife liking her husband. Yeah. There shouldn't be!

(I like...)

The word 'likes' subsided on Ston and his chest.

Then the restlessness that made me want to twinkle twinkled the shadow.

I don't think there's much I can do to make fun of you anymore.

It's only the third day I haven't seen His Highness in the morning, but I know exactly how I feel.

No, that's not why I'm doing it.

Because we're already a couple. As the world says, the goal is already done.

Later, gradually.... hehehehehe, watch it now! Because what?

Fortunately, my relationship with His Highness so far is extremely good, so I'm going to keep trying to feed and do a lot of good work.

(Well...)

I tied the card I had received with the card I had received in front of me and tied it with a blue ribbon.

Like the original, I tried to pinch and punish between the books, and I realized.

(Ever since I moved here, I've been hiding it...)

When I was in the rear palace, Nadi said everything Altirier put into his mind had been lost.

But even after moving here, Altirier kept hiding this card.

(Why......)

That's because he knew the killer could reach here too.

I took one deep sigh.