Three months have passed since His Highness's visit.
As declared, His Highness began to show up every three or four days on the way home from school.
He seems to be spreading his time in his busy schedule, though sometimes Cyril comes to pick him up and rushes home feeling sorry for him.
And I have a tender look in front of me today.
Gracefully holding the cup, drinking tea is elegant from the stand-up.
"So, how are you feeling?
"Yeah, I've had more time to get up lately.
But you can sit in a chair for about two hours after you've lost your muscle strength. "
"Yes, what's your appetite?
"You've done less than before. I feel heavy because I don't have enough exercise."
"Okay, I'll do something about it again"
"What?"
What does it mean to do something about my meal? I wondered, well, okay.
There are many parts of His Highness's thoughts that I do not understand.
Yes, I haven't had this much conversation with His Royal Highness in my previous life.
And it is also true that the statue of the smiling perfect prince began to gradually collapse at any given time.
"By the way, Your Highness. How was the other night's party?
Weren't there more poor debutants?
"Oh, it's the same as always. If it had been you, it would have been your debut year."
"Yeah, but I'm sorry I can't even join the social community in this state."
"Hehe, it doesn't seem like a shame at all. I'm sorry you couldn't escort it in your debutant white dress."
"Again, didn't you find a nice hua?
"No, I don't have a woman more attractive than you."
What is this prince who dictates with nature?
I've never heard such floating words of teeth.
Even though he is a person who smiles all the time and doesn't take it personally, praising only dresses and hair decorations brilliantly.
And I feel sorry for myself in the past who was cackling at such a compliment.
He tells me I should dissolve my engagement on the grounds of ease and my infirmity, but he doesn't deal with me at all.
It's definitely supposed to be passed down to this prince.
Again, say it firmly again?
"Um, so... it's about our engagement"
"Oh, too bad. Is it time? I don't want to be a burden to Rachel."
His Highness sighed deliberately when he took the watch with the chain out of his chest pocket.
Is this flow again?
For some reason His Highness decides that when I try to talk about the dissolution of my engagement, I didn't ask.
I wonder if I haven't met His Royal Highness in school with one different grade because she hasn't become a Virgin yet.
If that's the case, maybe I don't like the annoyance of daring to dissolve my engagement now and be targeted by the other women.
Yeah, this is it.
I get a convincing answer and I nod satisfactorily.
Does that mean this will remain the case until next year, when this year's freshman Spirit Summoning Ritual will take place?
That's a hassle.
It distorts my eyes like I don't want to stick around.
I hadn't noticed that His Highness had been looking at him alone since the other day.
And...
"Oh, speaking of which, Rachel can't go to school right now, but what do you do if you're studying?
"Right. In the meantime, I plan to hire a tutor once I feel better enough to sit in a chair."
"Well, let's arrange that here."
"Oh, you can't be so annoying from what to what"
"No, I'm an important fiancée."
Your face turns bright red with a sweet, swinging grin on your highness.
I'm not used to being told this way at all.
For a long time, my personality, my face and my face were so tight that I didn't even have a man close to me. I can't believe I'm being dictated.
"That, Rachel, your face is red, but did you even get a fever?
"No! Don't worry, your health won't change!
"I'm worried. But even so, once you have a fever, you can hardly fall back."
You know why my face is red.
Your Royal Highness is deliberate in containing such laughter.
His Highness narrows his eyes to me with deepening frown wrinkles and laughs out loud.
"I've never seen a face like that," the grunt in my heart seemed to be a voice.
Your Highness told me to convince you.
"The conversation with Rachel is interesting.
Besides, you know what to forgive, so it's just sweet of me.
I don't have many people to talk to without thinking so much "
"Loss? Always thinking about that?
"Well, because you don't know where they take your frying feet. But even this country still has scars from the war ahead."
"Yeah, but wasn't that 50 years ago?
"Oh, in 50 years, I've finally become a country where I can cross over with other countries, and I've become rich. But the truth is?
"Is that... about the Salim district"
His Highness becomes a serious face, silent as if referring to affirmation.
A Salim district is a taboo conversation in this country.
It is the shadow part of this country that looks rich, the so-called ghetto.
Nobles say, of course, that even civilians turn a blind eye.
Everyone was desperate to rebuild in a hugely painful battle.
However, the Salim district has no place to go among such people, where those whose futures have been taken have been packed.
"When I was 10.
The tutors couldn't get my answer. I've actually been with Cyril, sprinkling escorts, trying to see it with these eyes. "
"His Royal Highness Prince Wang!? Oh, my God."
"Oh, I think I'm a young, defenseless gun myself."
"Then why?
I can't imagine a prince of a country stepping into such an insecure place. Besides, Your Highness has a firm sense of consciousness and pride as that royal family.
I shudder as I ask what would have happened to this country if anything had happened.
Her Royal Highness smiles mocking herself as if she knew my mood like that.
"I wanted to know.
Everyone won't tell me. I'm trying to make sure there wasn't anyone, the darkness of this country.
I'm the one who needs to know it better than anyone. "
Yes, His Royal Highness's face, which I say looking straight into my eyes, did not have the usual smile of a perfect prince, the seemingly pleasant face of the earlier, or the face of a 17-year-old boy.
I was right in front of you.
He was a man who gave a peek at one scale of the king's majesty, looking straight at the future of this country.