It's been awhile since I apologized to Luke.
My relationship with Luke has changed only slightly since then. Until now, no matter what I said, all I said was yes, and I didn't make you say it, but I started to say things.
Mourn me for not deceiving me in the morning, or force me to rip the linen off.
I was confused at first by his change, but I got used to it immediately. Somehow, I realized it was easier this way.
Luke's atmosphere has been much softer than before, and his attitude toward me has become cluttered, but I feel he has served me more personally than before.
I often didn't like morning tea before, but lately it's gone, too.
Even this morning, if I thought, "I feel like a milk tea," he would have prepared the milk tea before I said anything, and more often than not, he would have guessed.
Then I won't have to be angry.
I take care not to throw up terrible words so as not to be scattered around Luke, but since then I have been unable to face such a situation. It's great.
"That's Al. There's no mistake in what he says."
Thanks to him, it's good to say that our relationship with Luke has improved. I was deeply grateful to Al.
Nevertheless, I can hardly see Busy Al.
I might have been dissatisfied with that a while ago, but now I recognized it as a matter of course.
Because he's the first prince. You can't be free.
Wasn't it also conceived that way because our relationship with Luke had improved and we had a little room in our minds?
But I want to tell him as soon as possible about Luke and everything else. Because thanks to Al, it worked. I wouldn't mind reporting it.
That's what I thought. I talked to Luke.
This is something I didn't do before. Being Luke, who seems to be forgiving my heart right now, I can ask a lot without feeling it.
"I want to thank Al. But it's rude to visit the royal palace even though you're busy. I don't know what to do."
"Then why don't you write us a letter?"
I was convinced that Luke's advice, I see. Sure, a letter would read it to me when I had time. It won't get in the way.
"Yes, I will."
Normally, I would talk about being rude, such as writing directly to a prince, but even though it's just for now, I'm his official fiancée. I am forgiven enough to send a sentence.
Convinced I sent it to the Royal Castle because I wrote quickly. Later, Al replied, and I opened it...
'I didn't expect you to write to me. Thanks.
Good luck with the butler. The truth is, I'd like to compliment you directly, but now I have a job to put in, and I can't help it.
Sorry. I think we'll have time in a week or so, so I'd be glad to hear from you again then.
I can't wait to see you a while ago, but I can't wait to miss you anymore.
Because I'll do my best to see you soon. Al '
"... I wonder if Al wants to kill me"
"What?"
After reading the sentence, he stares at me seriously, with Luke frowning, who was preparing tea next door.
I showed him the last sentence.
"Here! Here!" I can't wait to miss you "or something! What the hell do you think Al wants with me?
"... right. If you think about it normally, I think it's a lip service to a fiancée that's hard to meet."
"... right. Exactly."
To Luke's exact point, the tension that was rising to the extreme fell sung.
Sure, Luke's right. This is not a word of love for me or anything else, but a word of follow up on my fiancée. I'm the fool with weird expectations.
- So what's the expectation?
You think Al doesn't deserve me, but I suck at thinking about that.
I think so, but if someone so nice were given a word as if they were dictating, everyone would expect it. At least I did.
Even as it drips, I write to you. For some time now, the letter said I couldn't come. That's something I had no choice about, and I wasn't willing to blame him, but then what am I supposed to do until he gets here?
I won't be a 'villain's warrant'.
Al's advice is indispensable to push towards this goal.
"Mmm..."
"Ma'am, please don't make weird noises"
Luke has blamed me for my attitude when I'm thinking about it. Besides, I spike my mouth back.
"What's a strange groan? It's just that I've been thinking, and I don't know how they're gonna say that."
"The aristocratic warrant lady thought she wouldn't make a grunt of 'uh-huh' or anything, but that seemed like a mistake to me. Excuse me. In the future, we will keep it flowing. If your daughter does the same thing in front of His Highness Alan, she will never stop you."
"Wait! That's really wait!
I don't want Al hearing strange groans or anything.
Even if you're not willing to marry me, you're sure you're my fiancée, who I admire and think is lovely. If such an opponent thinks, 'Are you a freak...' etc., it's the extreme of shame. I can't live.
Imagine, Luke said, shaking too much of the horror.
"Now let's try not to get strange from within."
"... yeah, right"
It seems like our butler has become so poisonous lately, is it my fault?
But especially what he says. Let's be careful from time to time so we don't get in front of Al.
Ma'am, it's time for dinner.
"Oh, that's already the time?
He was sighing, Luke said, checking the clock. Time passes fast. I was obsessed with a letter from Al, and I guess time was running out before I knew it.
"I'm going to the dining room"
"Yes, I will serve you."
Take Luke and go outside. Walking down the hallway, down the stairs and through the long gallery is the end of the door.
When I walked into the dining room, my family was already in full swing.