"Seriously, Your Highness is going to inspect now?
"Sounds like it."
At dawn, Creet, summoned by Henry, Prince Wang, with his vain eyes, spoke to the man of the Kingsguard knight, also summoned at dawn. Henry Favorite Knight - Terrior also answers with a vain eye. Creet pointed her gaze of pity at the man in front of her. Terrior, Henry's direct Kingsguard knight, is 25 years younger than Creet, but he is liked by Henry and is always taken around. I'm sure this man will be the most Henry wielding in the royal palace. I know Creet herself is swung by Henry, but she's in a position to take the issue of how to make the impossible challenges Henry can come up with as a policy. But Terrior has to stay on the sidelines whenever he wants, as Henry's escort. I don't have a problem with Henry if he's a big guy, but Henry is a person who can't stay jizzy anyway if he wants to. Terrior is being called in when he decides to go somewhere even at midnight.
I'm sorry, and Creet always feels sorry for Terriol. Terriol is unnecessarily sorry because of his good character. Terrior Hagen is a Hagen man, a family of famous martial artists alongside the Brody family. If Creet had chosen the way of a martial arts officer, I wonder if he would have been placed in this Terriol position, and I sincerely think it would have been really good not to have chosen a martial arts officer.
Creet thinks it's troublesome for His Highness Henry at all, but he never hates Henry. I'm even impressed that he's an amazing person. I don't see Henry's bottom, even if it's a creet at the head of the country that cuts his head off. What Henry proposes often accurately describes his problems as a country, and what amazes him most about Creet is that Henry has a very good eye for people. Regardless of their origins, all the people Henry likes are good people. Many people are taken up by Henry and exert their power in the Royal Palace. It may be an original ability, but I don't feel that way about Henry, and neither does Creet.
"Creet! You can put together some improvements by the time I get back."
"……… as you wish."
Even at dawn, the blonde Prince Henry brings a refreshing smile to his face and adds more work. Creet lowered her head with a bitter smile and escorted her escort off Henry, who became the man on the horse. They're headed to inspect the river, which will take about half a day with a horse from Wang Du. During the rainy season, it is a river that increases water and causes damage every few years. When I get back, I guess we'll be discussing maintenance.
"Where were the experts familiar with river maintenance……………………"
Creet rubbed her aching temples with her hands, blunt-headed - and still decided to circle her head many times more moving than a regular person, caging her in the morning to the office where she was spending almost everything of the day.
That's how Creet, who had been flipping past river maintenance materials since the morning, was suddenly attacked by a sleeper as soon as he finished eating the lunch his men brought to his attention with one hand of paperwork.
"I'm gonna walk a little"
"Yes, please slow down a bit"
As long as Creet is at work, his men won't be able to rest, and most importantly, there's no way he can work with this kind of sleep. I barely slept today. Henry summoned me when I wanted to go to bed. It's easier to rest before Henry gets back. Anyway, when we get back, we'll be in the middle of an argument until Henry's convinced.
The Brody family has a splendid mansion near the castle, and the truth is that Creet also lives there with her parents and servants, but returns to that house about once a week. Most of them sleep in the royal palace. There are many people like that who are busy with their work. The mother complained, but the father seemed less than satisfied that his son was devoting his time to his work.
But my parents have been strictly clinging to me for a long time, and since Creet pushed the opposite of the house to become a civilian, praise has hardly ever even hung a kind word. Even when they became Under-Secretaries at an alarming young age, they looked complicated. I can only admit that my son made the right choice, but it's also hard to bless him more honestly now. Creet laughed bitterly in front of her palpable parents.
Creet, who left the office, thought about where to go now. You can go to the bedroom they always let you use, but this time of year will make you care because the Royal Palace servants are cleaning. I'd rather have a place where I don't see anyone.
Moving his half-paralyzed head, Creet fluttered, but from his surroundings he headed to a place that was a firm, visible foothold. A place where there are no people in or out and you can slow down. Creet, who used to run around the royal palace collecting materials and so on, knows some of those holes.
When I chose one of them, I thought about sleeping there for a few moments. Unless you can get some sleep. Creet, who is constantly working her head, sleeps shallow. I guess it's a physique I can't rest my head well. I knew that was making me unnecessarily tired, but there was nothing Creet could do about it.
"Priscia, why don't you rest a little longer?
"No, I got lunch, so I'm fine. I have somewhere I'd like to clean up a little bit, so I'll keep it now."
"You're a worker, too. Hey. Well, we're all workers."
The senior woman told me she was smug, and Priscia smiled. It had been about a year since I worked as a royal court lady. Priscia is surprised that time passes quickly. Not once or twice when I was anxious to do it, but above all, I was too busy to bite my anxiety off. After a year, I also finally got a sense that I was a little useful. After all, Priscia thinks it's good to have this job. Let me experience something that I can't just experience by staying at home, and most importantly, there are many people in close proximity and respectable contact with the people in the centre who are moving the country.
Priscia also grew more so that one day she could want to be a woman who the juniors would respect.
They say, "You're good enough for your age." Priscia's serious and well-looked after personality is also favourably received by her surroundings.
"Well, and"
Priscia walked out of the ladies' room early with cleaning tools. Walking early is a peripheral influence. But be graceful in your footsteps. This is an iron rule taught in the school of demeanor.
Priscia, who has been working for a year, had a lot of chores in the beginning, such as cleaning and running, but more recently, polite work has been appreciated around her, more paperwork, etc. Still, I still don't want to forget my beginnings as a young man, and Priscia tries to clean things out of her reach when she finds time.
Most importantly, Priscia likes to clean. The task of not thinking about it and taking the dirt out of your mind calms your mind. "You don't have to do that," he is surprised from around him, who knows that Priscia is an aristocrat for once, but Priscia has come to think of it extra since she came to the royal palace to wonder what the aristocrat's identity is.
Above all, His Royal Highness Henry, Prince Wang, is a man who is not obsessed with his origins. The biggest rumor in the Royal Palace was Henry's story, and every time he heard the anecdote, Priscia's thoughts on her identity and so on were getting thinner and thinner. When Henry becomes king, Priscia wonders if this country will be a more powerful world. Wouldn't it survive, for example, the House of Lands to which Priscia belongs? Priscia was worried when she thought of her relaxed parents, but she was positive that she should try her best for that.
Priscia walks down the hallway, turns an unpopular corner and gently opens the door to the deep room. In the first month of his work, he was also ordered to clean various places to remember inside the royal palace. It's one room that I cleaned at that time, usually with no people in or out, and it's a storage room for materials. When I say materials, there are no important materials related to the country, and the materials are piled up so that they can be discarded at any time. Cleaning is only done once a year or so because there are no people in or out of the small rooms.
Let's take a half break and clean this place up slowly. Still, it'll be over in about an hour.
With that in mind, Priscia walked into the room and stopped her legs a little further. Because there were visitors in the room. Besides, the client seemed to be asleep. Priscia looked down at the look. The bench placed in the small room was not that big, and the person was cramped to sleep in it. I don't even notice any signs of Priscia.
……
I thought I'd stop cleaning if people were asleep. It was Priscia, but I think a little while I look at that sleeping man. Who was this guy? Because I was curious. I've seen it. It looks different because I have my eyes closed and it's extra hard to remember. I would be a civilian in my outfit. I know you're a civilian, but you're in uniform shape, and your hair's brown.
And, thinking that far and remembering someone, Priscia almost accidentally clapped her hand, but put up with it on the brink.
This is Under-Secretary Creet Brody.
Young but great. Of course, even if I say I'm young, from Priscia, who is currently 21, 10 would be older, but I hear that there is one very good young man among the next great undersecretaries of the Chancellor, who is eager for the future. Although Priscia has never been directly involved in her work, she has occasionally been seen in hallways and conference rooms. I say hello, but maybe Creet doesn't recognize Priscia properly. Whether he was always walking with someone in a difficult story, reading documents in a difficult face, or staring into a void of something with a difficult face, it was obvious that consciousness was on his way to work, although he would reactively nod to greeting him. But since everyone who has a job at the Royal Palace is like that, Priscia has never thought that Creet's attitude was anything but bad. Instead, I think he's just honest enough to react to greetings, even unconsciously.
Priscia broke her mouth like she was in trouble. When I remembered, it kind of freaked me out that Creet always had only a difficult face. It still is. He's asleep, but his face is somewhere rough. It seems to me that at least I haven't had a pleasant dream or a soothing sleep.
Watching that look again that way still seems tired. Sounds like the look on Peter's face when he used to say he had a headache at a young age and seemed to stick around while sleeping.
Priscia approached Creet while trying not to make a sound. Then, carefully overlap carefully and gently attach your right hand to the forehead of the creet. Tiny and small, my palms were hot and paralyzed. Oh, after all, Priscia exhales small.
I am very tired. It has been said that putting Priscia's hand on it can cause pain, but Priscia herself can somehow feel that bad part. If you touch a bad part, your palm will be slightly hot and paralyzed. You wouldn't understand it if you told people it was a sensory thing, but as for Priscia, I can actually feel "this is a bad place".
The hand that touched Creet was hot and paralyzed. I knew it would be rude of me to touch a man close to the first time. Besides, Creet is a man on the cloud for Priscia. The same goes for the family, and the position within the royal palace varies as much between heaven and earth. Touching someone like that on your own is a big problem. Still, Priscia couldn't help herself. If you have the personality to pull your hand with it, you have not seen your brother for many years. Leaving people in bad health was something to do with Priscia's creed.
When Priscia put her hand on it, Creet's expression softened a little. Priscia's heart warms as she sits beside her chair watching how it goes. It's been a long time since I've put my hands on someone this way. I have long promised not to "talk too much out of it" with my family about Priscia's hands. Even in my current workplace, I rubbed my shoulder on the shoulder of a stiff senior and asked him to say, "If you rub it on Priscia, it will work." I'm deluding my powers by rubbing them, not by the power of my hands.
Now I don't think about using the power of my hands, and I want to help people by working hard as a female official. But there was still an unspeakable sense of happiness for Priscia, who had put her hand on her sick brother for many years and watched her sleep face, that it was thus helping someone to sleep. I miss you, I'm happy. I'm also happy that the hot paralysis that I feel in my hands fits in little by little.
As soon as Priscia releases her hand, she may have another headache. But I only want you to sleep peacefully at this time.
I'm sure this guy will surely be in the highest order of busy people among the busy royal palaces. I hear the name of Creet everywhere. I also hear the clerks talking about being an excellent undersecretary with a head cut off. It dazzled Priscia's heart that such a person was tired and asleep to hide quietly alone in such a lonely little room. I feel sorry for all the great people, too, after all, that they're all in trouble.
He's the man at the heart of moving the country. I want you to do your best.
Moving her fingers gently, her unconventional brown hair passes between Priscia's fingers. Peter's blonde hair is not the same color, but I feel the hair quality is similar. You're rude to an older man, but he's kind of like a kid.
Yeah. Speaking of which, this may be the first time I've touched a man outside my family this way.
When she realized that, Priscia felt a little softened like an elderly woman and her cheeks got hot. Lucot is a sexually relentless country, but Priscia has never even held hands with a man. Sometimes in the royal palace I can call men like that, but I have only been able to escape with disrespect.
Speaking of which, was Mr. Brody married? If you were married, this situation would be rude to your wife. I thought about it a little bit, Priscia, but I did recall a story about a senior woman who loved rumors that Creet should have been unmarried. Busy but there are women, unmarried women who work in the royal palace often talk about the dizzying unmarried men in the royal palace in order to find a good match. There should have been a creet in there too.
I may have a lover, but you should leave softly before Creet wakes up.
With that in mind, Priscia smiled and dropped her eyes on Creet's sleeping face. I've never seen him so close, but I think he's a man with a fair face. There is a little air that is difficult to get close to because you often have a difficult face all the time, but you look like a boy when you have a calm face.
I know it's rude to see too much, but it was Priscia who looked at the person in front of me with a serious, unexpected look at the fresh situation.