His Royal Highness's cats are very hairy.

"How about some ice cream? It's a hot time, and decorating the fruit will make you look gorgeous."

That said, the woman, a little older than Adeline, sparkled her eyes.

A popular ice treat in the summer is a luxury product that requires time to mix the snow stored in the ice chamber in the basement of the Royal Palace during the winter months with salt and soak fruit water in it.

Adeline laughed vaguely, shaking her head.

"I love ice cream too... You'll run out of snow in the ice room to make ice treats for all your guests."

"Ah... right..."

"The fruits available are... grapes, apples and..."

"It's a little early in the vine season, so you may not be able to get the numbers together"

Um, and Millet and the woman all frowned.

The Adelines were gathered in the inner courtyard. Place a round table under the umbrella of the sunset, on which is lined a narrow and sweet dish. Sweet confectionery comes in a variety of varieties, from small sugar confectionery to candy craftsmanship to baked confectionery, and the cute looks and sweet aromas put together by the confectioners are likely to attract butterflies and bees.

"What does the lady prefer?

"This one's delicious, too."

"It tastes, but it still looks..."

The five ladies are a little excited in front of the massive sweets.

They are the ladies who have decided that Adelaine will accompany Adelaine after she marries Rutvias and begins to live in the royal palace. Everyone is older than Adeline, but younger than Millet. It was also considered that in the future she would become a woman with a queen, of course of beauty, highly educated, and among the women, a particular excellence was selected.

Surrounded by the women, Adeline looked over sweet confectionery with a little trouble.

"... well... that apple baked sweet... will you take that?

"This way, right?"

When Millet took his hand from the side and cut the large plate of baked confectionery, he put a slice on Adeline's plate at hand.

When it comes to grilled apple confectionery, it's mostly determined to be dull brown, but it was bright red in front of Adeline.

"You're so beautiful."

Next to Adeline, Mrs. Finance Minister Riohersh smiled almost. Adeline smiles back at it, too.

"Yeah, really. It's unusual, so I was wondering."

"Is it made differently?

"We add lemons when boiling in honey. And that will improve the color."

The chief woman sitting further next to the lady answered Adeline and the lady's questions.

"Lemon? Strange."

"Really."

Adeline and Mrs. Riohersh were impressed by it. Confectioners are things I think about a lot.

The elderly woman chief of police is no more prominent than Adeline's mother, nor is her beauty particularly noticeable, and she also sees white things all over her black hair. Basically, she's a tough woman who doesn't laugh and always calmly binds a bunch of ladies. She was the one who educated young Adeline about her demeanor, and at the time Adeline was half crying over her harsh allegations.

Adeline puts a bite of baked sweets in her mouth.

"... you're not sour"

"The sourness will fly when boiled"

"You don't have to worry about cooking sweets outside."

When Mrs. Riohersh says, one of the female officers lifts the plate that was on the edge.

"If it's baked sweets, how about this one? It's a classic, so few of you won't like it, and I was wondering if it would look good if you devised a decoration."

"Why don't you turn the plate into an elaborate pattern?

Adeline snorted and listened seriously to the suggestions that went up one after the other.

Not that it's a tea party gracefully surrounded by sweets and sweets with good friends.

The day after his wedding to Rutvias, a garden tour organized by the Crown Princess, or Adeline, is held in the courtyard of the Royal Palace.

This is a tasting session that determines the confectionery to be served at the park.

The park club is a national royalty. Of course, royalty and ambassadors from countries who attended the wedding are invited and are expected to be quite large park clubs. This is my first job as the Crown Princess of Adeline. The formation of the park club will continue to be an assessment of the new Crown Princess from various countries.

-... as Your Highness's Queen, I have to be prepared not to be ashamed.

Though Adeline is willing, there is a pile of work to be done.

From the decoration of the venue, arrangements for music, sweets and tea. Alternatives must also be considered if the weather was not favourable.

I've managed to decorate the venue, Adeline, but I can hardly decide on sweets. Deciding alone was likely to bias her taste, and Adeline asked Mrs. Riohersh to gather the chief women, Millet and the women for her opinion.

Since it also involves where the materials are to be purchased and when they are to be loaded, it is time to decide.

But before the sweet treat, when as many as nine women gathered, the story gradually derailed from its original purpose.

Which unit of the Knights? That's nice, or something. There's a ghost in the temple at night, or something. No, it seems that the ghost just missaw the guard he was pulling and his youngest daughter, or something.

"You must be surprised who missaw you."

and others, and Mrs Riohersh made remarks that demonstrated relaxed leadership, and the chatter was soothing and tedious.

Three years ago, my close friends - the only one I thought was Adeline - stopped dealing with me, and since then, Adeline has tended to atrophy to same-sex of the same age. That was the same for the five ladies who came with me, but I could naturally crack it with the ladies, whether it was the effect of sweet things or because Mrs. Riohersh was there for me.

Perhaps the chief lady who usually doesn't like to chat is drinking tea without saying anything because she knew what was in Adeline's mind like that.

-... good... they all seem like sweet people.

The ladies don't look down on Adeline, and they treat Adeline to the point where she's polite, but not too hard. I'm sure they will all help Adaline physically and mentally in her unfamiliar life as the Crown Princess.

"By the way, how many colors of costumes will the lady be summoning at the park club?

"... Huh?

The tea apparatus made a noise.

Millet sighs.

"Look, I told you, didn't I? We need to make up our minds soon."

"You haven't made up your mind?

Adeline nodded in awkwardness as Mrs. Riohersh asked loosely.

"... Yes..."

I'm still not as good at choosing dresses as I used to be. That's why I'm stuck behind.

A silent female chief despised Adeline with a reluctant face.

"Ma'am. If the lady doesn't decide early, the ladies in the other house will have trouble. Even though we still have time, don't hurry up."

"Yes..."

Adeline grows smaller and drips.

There was another reason why Adeline was so upset about choosing a dress this time. As a matter of fact, the costumes that Rutvias wears at the park club must also be arranged by Adaline.

This is also due to the fact that official events, such as the garden games that take place during the day, have the tendency for married people to wear matching costumes with their spouses.

In other words, Adeline and Rutvias attend a post-wedding gardening party wearing matching costumes of the same color, but when Adeline, who even bothers her her with her own dress, begins to think about even the color that suits Rutvias, she is no longer completely at her disposal.

Since there will be many opportunities for the two of us to attend official events in the future, we are talking about new costumes for about five clothes, so I am stuck every day asking you to decide on the details from the workshop as soon as possible.

"What did His Highness say?

"... I wish I could choose my favorite color..."

"Well, sweet"

Mrs. Riohersh put her hand on her mouth as surprised.

"I don't like peaches, like my husband. I just complain that I don't like purple."

Adeline stopped mouthing the opinion that vibrant peaches and purples would just be harsh on men.

"But I also got in trouble to be told anything..."

"In fact, are you sure you want any color? No matter how many colors you summon, Your Highness will be dressed up."

"... indeed..."

Sure, Rutvias would look great, peachy or purple.

"But of course you're going to choose from Adeline colors, right?

To the woman's words, Adeline tilted her neck.

"... Adeline... from Ah?

"Don't you know? That's what the hazelnut and flax colors that ladies like to wear are called these days."

"Then the same goes for light coral and grey red. They say color is the word of the outside world. You think it means' color '?"

……

Isn't it all a dull color? I do wear a dull wooden lotus-colored dress today, but I would have preferred a prettier, brighter color if my name were to be crowned anyway.

"It's very popular. I'm actually wearing an Adeline dress for the holidays, too"

"You too? I'm actually..."

"Well, maybe I'll tailor it, too."

The ladies laughing happily are surely more beautiful and gorgeous than Adeline. At the time Adeline was about to say that you didn't have to wear dull colors on purpose. The chief mistress left the spoon where the tea was mixed.

"I wear two"

"... Huh?

A strange silence suddenly pours in on a soothing occasion.

Her eyes glistened sharply.

"What? Shouldn't I buy a trendy dress?

"No! No! There's no extinction!

"That's right, ma'am! You're also fashionably sensitive!

The women rush to praise the chief as they sweat cold.

The chief woman carried the tea into her mouth again, as if nothing had happened.

Tong, and on Adeline's shoulder, a warm weight rode.

"Sounds like fun. Adeline."

"-... Your Highness!?

Right behind Adeline, Rutvias stood.

He is not wearing a jacket, he is wearing a moveable top like the knight would wear, and he has a sword on his hips.

Rutvias smiled and controlled the women trying to stand up together.

"You can stay put. I just came to see Adeline's face."

But only two of them sat as they were, Adeline and Mrs. Riohersh, and Millet and the ladies backed off without footsteps, bowing their heads and refraining. The chief woman also rises and gently breaks her knee.

"... is it an archery of the sword?

Adeline looks up at Rutvias.

"Yeah. The Knights Commander is going to bully me"

"I hear bad things again."

The Knights leader, who had refrained behind Rutvias' steps, told him to tear it up.

"I am acting as a guide in the interest of Your Highness. I know you rarely get a chance to use your sword, but if it's a friendly match with a prince from another country, you'll be ashamed of yourself. Well, there's no such thing as bowing."

"Of course I appreciate it, Commander Knights. You're an excellent guide."

"It's an honor to compliment you."

To Rutvias' words, the chief of the knights deliberately bowed his head. Seeing that exchange, Adeline was relieved to find that Rutvias and the Knights Commander were in a good relationship.

Actually, Rutvias hasn't trained his sword properly since he was ten. No, they couldn't let me.

In the Empire, he was forbidden to carry any sword. Though the hostages, Rutvias lines up with the royal family as guests at official events, etc. In case Richield had ordered his son to assassinate the Emperor, the Chancellor and his surroundings seemed to be on constant alert to Rutvias.

But as a royal boy, the treatment of swords is one of the upbringing to be worn. Because it's a big problem that he's not around, Rutvias finds time to train his sword when he returns home, using the Knights as his guide.

He was even said to be a prodigy at a young age. Mastering sword moves won't take that long either.

To an acquaintance she hadn't seen in a long time, Adeline flaunted her face.

"Long time no see, Captain Knights"

"Ma'am, I know you're in a good mood. Isn't Lyle and Deo bothering you?

"I'm calling you better."

"That's good."

Goddamn it, the Knight Commander laughed with pleasure.

"So? Have you decided on sweets?

Rutvias put one hand on Adeline's shoulder and the other on the round table.

On the back, Rutvias' fever is transmitted.

"Huh? Ah... uh..."

Adaline's consciousness focused all at once on her back.

My face gets hot.

"The apple baked sweets... are beautiful..."

"Oh, is this it?

Rutvias succumbed in order to gaze at Adeline.

"Right. I like the colour."

Rutvias's exhaling breath hits my ear.

"..."

Along his spine, a sweet fever rose and Adeline shook her shoulders.

"What's wrong? Adeline."

Rutvias makes sure he tilts his neck and peeks at the side of Adeline. Green eyes flashed like pranks.

"Yes, no..."

Adeline desperately holds down the heart that is about to pop out of her mouth. I'm not talking about confectionery anymore.

To "get used to it," for a few days from the day he first mouthed Rutvias, Adeline escaped Rutvias, swinging by an arrhythmia that, as she had expected, repeated to a mundane clap instead of getting used to. Rutvias was laughing at me and missing me like I was out there at first, but after a few days, what a chase he got.

Moreover, he has been touching his hair, intertwining his fingers, and holding him gently, frequently and variously, for Adeline to "get used to" his contact with Rutvias.

Each time Adeline turns bright red and puffs her mouth, stiffness, and escapes with a full-fledged disease, but apparently Rutvias has enjoyed seeing these reactions. Totally plays with Adeline.

I hope I don't overreact either, but there's no way I can be touched by the person I'm in love with and keep my normal mind, and it's always the kettle Rutvias thinks after all.

I had no idea that the day would come when I would get used to Rutvias' hands, it seemed to Adeline. Still, I can't say to Rutvias, 'I want you to stop'. Perhaps, with that one word, Rutvias will stop being clean. But Adeline didn't want to say it. Because I know the comfort of being held by Rutvias. His hands, strong, but gentle, reassuring. I want you to do that all the time. But I don't know what I think I am, and Adeline still escapes.

"Beautiful red. I wonder why it stays red?

Rutvias speaks the same question as Adeline and explains it in the same way as the answer the chief woman gave Adeline.

"They're going to boil it with lemon."

"Do you stay red when you simmer with lemon? That's strange."

"Oh, oh, that!

Couldn't bear the beauty echoing directly in his ear, Adeline turned to Rutvias by twisting herself.

but that would make me regret it.

My face was too close.

"What's wrong?

Rutvias' eyes are obviously interesting.

Adeline glanced at the fresh and refreshing smile. That said, if you look bright red like you were thrown into hot water, Adeline won't notice that you just entertain Rutvias where you stare.

Rutvias coughed one deliberately and whispered low in an attempt to make a blow.

"You've bullied me too much"

The voice contains laughter and doesn't sound like it's reflecting at all.

"... Your Highness"

"Pfft... don't be so angry"

Rutvias finally blew out to Adeline.

"Your Highness!!!

One room of outraged Adeline's hair, Rutvias' beautiful fingertips wrap around it.

In front of Adeline wondering what she was willing to do, Rutvias drew and mouthed Adeline's hair tangled in her own fingers.

"- - Eh!?

Adeline screams without a voice.

Rutvias smiled. And I said something outrageous in a voice that only the two of us could hear.

"Next time you call me 'Your Highness', I'll say it on the big stairs."

The Great Staircase is the most crowded place in the Royal Palace. So in my mouth... I mean, that's what I mean.

"Become... say something... eh"

What a terrible threat to the world. Adeline's blood was no longer turned into a magma flowing from the volcano.

Since he spoke, Rutvias has repeatedly asked Adeline to call him by name. Adeline, however, was frequently pulled on her nose and cheeks as a sanction by Rutvias, calling her "Your Highness". That's why I'm mouthing my hair today. I'd still rather have my nose pulled. I thought you were about to collapse.

-... I did, though I called you 'Your Highness' earlier...

Isn't it bad that Rutvias suddenly came out?

By and large, wasn't Adeline angry now? If you're going to get in a good mood, what are you going to do?

"Your Highness, it's time"

"Right."

Encouraged by the Knights Commander, Rutvias began walking. Towards that back, Adaline screamed unexpectedly.

"Le, rut mess - oh!

Rutvias did not look back, but instead only his laughter could be heard.

"... idiot - ugh!!!

His laughter got higher. The cat is slipping off quite a bit, is that okay? In the end, without looking back, Rutvias has gone.

Exhausting her strength, Adeline breathes on her shoulders.

It's certainly the first time I've ever been born, such as being mouthed by my hair. I knew that the intimate men and women of the world would express their affection that way, as knowledge, but I had never thought about such an experience.

Too much. It's too much for anything.

"I heard rumors... we're really close..."

Oh, and it was time for the ladies to sigh of admiration.

"... it's like watching a love story."

Both Mrs. Riohersh and Millet, even the chief woman, are grinning.

"That's lovely."

"Yeah, smiling."

"I envy youthfulness"

"..."

Adeline, who had completely forgotten what was going on around her, finally thought of the presence of the ladies, and she was on the verge of fainting with embarrassment.

It was all seen. It's like being held from your back, or a mouthful made of hair.

I couldn't resist, and Adeline hid her face with both hands.

Millet tells me to make fun of him.

"You'll look like an apple, young lady"

"... Already! Leave me alone!

Symmetrically with Adeline turning sadly, couscous and a warm laugh spread around her.

-... rut idiot!

In his heart, Adaline scolded her fiancée again.

I felt like I was drowning a lot of honey at once from my head.

I can't breathe satisfactorily if my body is tangled with sticky sweetness and I can't move.

Adeline looked down pitifully at the apple candy that remained on the plate.

I didn't know the day would come to pity an apple that would no longer be simmered into honey. It is something I do not know about life.