"Well, my lady, you're still getting flowers from Lady Clavis today. It's Zhu Xinghua today. That's enthusiastic! Then, the" Tower "has sent us a letter, but let's do it."
"Even today!? What should I do..."
Aurora held her head and wandered around on the bedside of the room. I can't even hear the voice of a long-time samurai reprimanding you for behaving badly.
It's been a week since my last glimpse. Aurora is still unable to respond to the Tower.
That day, Felix, who said 'I decide to work', was right, in the morning and evening, and when time opened, he came to see Aurora. It doesn't mean that he comes and does anything, but he talks for a short time, keeps his souvenirs, and goes home to regret it. On top of that, every morning he delivered a bouquet of beautiful flowers. Silver fan flowers, blue snow grass, thin red lilies, golden scaly flowers, all of which are flowers with flower words about love.
And every time the flower was accompanied by a message in disciplined letters. Card stereotypes for lovers, such as "Remember Me," "I Always Think of You," and "I Want to Meet You," but I can't even get in the way because there are proper signs written hard by the person. I send it to my family because I replied by evening every day, but for only seven days, just seven days, Aurora, who had no experience with these things, had already run out of replies.
"As for not missing out on a convenient fiancée, it's a little too much work. I wonder if that's Luna Mare, the Marquis man who planted it."
".................. you're the one on the left"
"What's between now and now? But I can't even think of a response anymore..."
"Before we do that, lady, shouldn't we be clear about what we're going to do?
"That's right..."
Aurora rolled over the bed linen with the broom and down the sleeping table with Ston from the edge. The linen is a prized delicacy embroidered by Aurora's hands, but now I can't even stand watching it.
My parents said to me, "You can do whatever you want," "If you want to do it, I'll back it up." If Aurora were on a body that had no other brothers, she would have been reluctant to enter the 'Tower' because she needed to take her son-in-law and inherit the house, but fortunately she has a brother. Since the Porta family is a proven home that continues to protect its borders and is not so precarious a force as to have to connect with other places in marriage, there is no special need for political marriage.
But Aurora got unnecessarily lost with it.
"It's a tremendous, fascinating job. He can't come home for about five years, but he hasn't been banned from exchanging letters, and that wouldn't be the same as studying in a neighboring country for several years, would it?
"You're the one on the left."
Flowers in vases, letters on desks. The samurai cleans up her work with Tekipaki, butting the lord of the restless room on the bench. I lined up the tea set and freshly baked cookies next to the letter, and just said I was ready, I quit beside the door.
"They have clothes and food, they have an embroidery budget, and they can stab as many people as they want while you're away from work."
"It's like a joke."
"Really?"
"Then why are you lost? I've been saying for a long time that I dream of living with embroidery stabbed all day."
Asked the samurai, Aurora clogged her throat for a long time. Because I think so myself.
Aurora loves embroidery more than anything. If it had been a while ago, you must have admitted in one reply. It would have been enough to be an ex post report to piss off my family. And yet how could I fail to acknowledge it immediately?
Wrinkled thinly between her eyebrows, Aurora closed her green eyes. Cream-colored eyelashes of eggs cast a shadow under his eyes. What floats behind the lid are chopped, bitter, blue-purple eyes and silver lashes that edge it.
"... I wonder why. They told me I had to cut off from the secular while I was in the Tower, so I couldn't get an instant answer. Sometimes I thought it would be nice to go into a temple so tougher than the Tower and live with embroidery dedicated to God."
Ugh, and exhaled. To the Lord, the samurai shrugs her shoulders as she shrugged. If Much Aurora pointed her lips, she shook her head, for Christ's sake.
"Like what?"
"We recognise once again that your daughter is the daughter of the Count of the Borders"
"What's that?
My hair shakes loosely, just loosely tied, as Aurora moves her neck so tilted.
"It is better for the lady to realize that she is a boxed one that was adored by her brother and the museum than you think for yourself."
"Yeah? All I know is that I didn't praise you."
"Think for yourself. Now, first prepare your reply to Lady Clavis"
In the hands of the samurai, however, is prepared a pale green note with Aurora's initials and dark blue ink with the smell of smear. Heading to the writing desk contemplating the text, Aurora also exhaled in a small way.
"... really, I don't know what to do"
"... the way women dictate, huh?
Speaking to Felix waving his sword with a very thought-provoking face, Sentence stood up with his pompous mouth open. Next to him comes the Ingels platoon leader who has taken them together, complaining with a similar face.
It is a certain afternoon at the Kingsguard's stuffing.
"Why now again? What happened to the way you signed up for marriage?"
"I want to dictate her again."
"... did you even have a fight?
"No."
Sentence dives into his voice so that he is not heard around him and asks Felix.
"... So you're talking about the 'Tower'?
"... Yes"
The moment the word 'tower' popped up, Felix's combined air sank heavier and heavier. Sentence, who was present at the sight, narrowed his eyes behind his glasses by twisting his head around the gash.
"You mean Miss Porta decided to go into the 'Tower'? Well, is that what you mean when you break up your engagement?
"... No, he hasn't decided yet"
When I went to show him his face yesterday, he said so with a squeezing whisper, and Felix raised his face.
"The best one came as the 'round breakup' you said before, and you look like you're dying, don't you?
"But I think the fact that we haven't decided yet means we're lost. I was wondering if I had a chance."
Sentence arms up. Felix, standing still, waited for his words and shut his mouth.
The "Tower" story was initially an offer that would not have been more convenient if, as a "tentative first fiancé" as planned, we had been engaged for a while and then broke. Not only does her name not come flawed, but when she is recognized for her ability to belong only to the 'Tower', it is even a story of raising her name. All that or, for honor's sake, even Felix, who takes the form of being rejected, will not be scratched.
But that was too unacceptable for Felix today.
Felix has always been, I didn't like women. That is due to the fact that my sister and mother were so-called 'female jewels' and the type of people who swung men and pushed my way, but not only that. Born very visibly in good households and with excellent abilities, he has always grown up exposed to the sight of the women from an early age. It also meant that if he returned the back, he had always grown up looking at the women.
As a result, he learned that many of the noble ladies were very clever in their use of the face on the table and behind. On the table, if you pretend beautifully, behave softly, and see that the women who are finally selling themselves in, behind you, are numbering the men who can be married, or kicking each other off, you won't be able to help yourself. Moreover, there was a verse in which he was mistaken for 'I don't care about that in a coarse woman' and so on where he was very silent and less interested in his surroundings, falling into the vicious circle of being targeted as' the person I want to drop 'by the attentive women.
I understand with my head that some women are really sleek, modest and dear, not all of them. But the woman who came around him had a lot of race in his hand, and Felix was protecting his spirit by dealing with the woman one step away.
If you spend it that way, you can't possibly be in love or anything. He had almost given up on his' marriage 'because the idea of his parents, who thought that a man could not marry as he was, was probably right and had nothing but massive friendships. Unlike her mother and sister, she thought that she would marry politically, lead an unjustified couple life, and take over.
That's when I met Aurora.
She was a strange woman as an aristocratic maid, believing that her hobby was more important than Felix's status. I guess I grew up relaxed overlapping with three things: I have some power in the house, I have a brother who should succeed the housekeeper, and the territory is far from the king's capital, so I became such a character. Also, sometimes her brother had a very beautiful face, and he was used to beautiful men, because it was one of the thankful elements for Felix.
But he saw that she didn't seem so attractive to him, not too aware of the high status. He didn't hate his face, and I knew he was in love with it sometimes, but he was many times more lukewarm when he was watching great embroidery, and he seemed happy.
Still, she supported him so hard that he was not as good at socializing as she was at socializing. She didn't laugh when her feminine taste was known, but rather intrigued and accepted. You wouldn't be bored to ask. He also listened with pleasure to talk about his hobbies and work, and worried me if he was exposed unreasonably, and even pissed me off to his minute.
It's been a while since I've known her well that she loves stabbing embroidery more than anything else. If so, I also thought it might be best to push her back to enter the 'Tower'. But now Felix thinks from the bottom of his heart that Aurora is a difficult man. Don't let go, his instincts tell him too. So much so that I wonder if even the trigger that the ring chose was destiny. She has already become irreplaceable with anyone else in Felix.
Though I had no idea who she was, 'I want you to be engaged because the fringe is troublesome' and so on, that's what I said that was really rude. I want to beat myself up back then.
Ugh, and Felix's exhaled breath was so deep and cold that it seemed to freeze as it was. Even though Sentence threw a carefree eye, he doesn't notice.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with dictating women?"
"... you, you've never spoken of a woman"
"None."
"... well, I don't know if it feels like I'm coming from the other side."
"Right."
"Wow, I'm pissed I said it in the face."
Out of the workout, he laid down his hips somewhere on the lawn and Sentence exhaled into the sky. Felix, sitting next to him, spills the pounding and the words.
"My sister says she'd like a 'push hand' anyway, like making a gift, sending a message, going to see her, etc. I think it's because he ended up marrying the Duke of Laetus that way. But Miss Aurora has a much different personality than her sister, so I was wondering if that would be okay."
"Did you do something?
"Sending flowers every day and going to see each other whenever I can"
"And then?"
"... that's all"
"That's all?!
Unexpectedly speaking out loud, Sentence hurriedly suppressed her mouth. I cough up a serious junior with a strange face.
"No, that's all. You're not dictating."
"Really?"
"What do you think you're doing, talking?
"Isn't it about working so you can accept marriage?
"Because that's the final point!
Wow. That's right. He was this guy, and Sentence looked far away. In some cases, the Knights in danger of their lives were inadvertently oblivious to the lack of personnel in their position as men. Sentence herself is a patterned three man of considerable stature.
The love of a noble man is often annoying. Because the man must inherit the house with almost certainty, and if he inherits, he needs to inherit, and marriage is also a duty. Then, in order to marry the person you fell in love with without any worries, the person needs to be of the same faction, unmarried, unfiancée, or close personality, and the subject becomes very limited.
So Felix, whose opponent applies to that condition, will be in very rare and lucky love. His idea of working for the other person to accept the marriage is not wrong.
But from the point of view of 'love', 'I guess that's the thing,' Sentence wanted to be able to speak up.
"You know, that's at the final point. First of all, tell them how you feel so they can like you, too, because that's the first stage of 'dictation'. That's where we're going?
"Really?"
"If Miss Porta likes you as much as she wants to marry you, she chooses you, not the 'Tower', and everything is solved! I suppose so. You're not?
"Yes, but"
"Well, first of all, you don't work to get married, you work to get people to like you. Are you telling me how you feel?
To Felix, who shut up all the time, for Christ's sake, Sentence shook his head and stood up.
"Weirdly depressing or gift attacking, but there you go first."
"Okay."
"... no, it's not an order or anything?
"I know, sir"
Standing up, pounding Felix's head paying for the lawn on his ass, Sentence is rare and his brother looks at his brother like he looks at him.
"I didn't know you were going to fall in love, like a big failure in emotional education. Come on, when the balls are crushed, I'll go out with you."
"... Regards"
Felix's face, which showed sad readiness, was nevertheless neat and full of determination somewhere.