Priscia's lunch break starts at 1: 00. My bosses tell me to "take a proper lunch break when you can" because I'm busy at work. When I worked out, I felt wasted that lunch break time, working regardless of the holidays, but my seniors forced me to pull me to the dining room.
By the time six months had passed, Priscia was starting to feel the importance of taking a break, too, so she took a good break or, when she could afford it, did her favorite job. For example, cleaning mood swings like I was inspired to meet Creet.
The seniors never stopped Priscia like that again, and she let me use her lunch break as much as I wanted.
And now Priscia spends the whole hour in the dossier room.
I don't know when Creet will be visiting, so I try to get there as soon as I can when it's time. Once, when Creet had already arrived late and slept first in a long chair, while looking down at that tired sleeping face, the responsible Priscia decided to come definitely early next time was something to her heart.
During the lunch break, he grabs the bread and treats he can carry, and heads to the small room where he was able to pass. The seniors laugh meaningfully at such Priscia and drop me off.
My colleagues know where Priscia is going. Who are you seeing there? I knew they were imagining something completely romantic, but I couldn't even say the real reason, so I was duly deluded.
Since the Lukot country is an active country in love, there are many people who behave like Priscia. Even within the royal palace, it is always an environment where lovers and lovers are talked about, broken up, and double-stranded as a matter of course. It wasn't like Priscia was particularly noticeable. However, I feel that they are more concerned or worried about me than other people because they are the big ones.
Sometimes my colleagues asked me if Priscia was conveniently played by a highly positioned creet for her serious, not-running personality in love.
Every time I said, "It's okay. I'm doing well for Master Brody," he said, "but the truth is, I'm just giving Creet a break, so I'm not comfortable with anything. Creet, of course, would know about the rumors, but she didn't show the bare gesture she cared about at all, so Priscia also calmed down," Is that what it is? "
Enter the small room and sit in the bench while Creet has not yet arrived. That's how I eat the bread I brought in a blur. He often comes around 1: 30. Priscia feels sorry for herself that she can only get half an hour off, but Priscia lowers her eyebrows because Creet seems to think she can take half an hour off.
Priscia says "Good luck" when Creet comes into the room. "Oh, you're tired," replied Creet, approaching the bench in a straight line, falling asleep on Priscia's lap without saying any more no more words, exhaling a small sigh.
"You look tired today."
"Right."
When Priscia put her hand on that head, Creet laughed bitterly out of her body. Sometimes fatigue is better when you are visiting this room for a few days, but as soon as the day is out, you will soon find out that Creet is tired again because of the paralysis that Priscia also feels from her hands.
I wonder if there's anything I can do about it, and every time I feel that paralysis, Priscia wants to exhale, but there's nothing else I can do for her. If I was asked to, I wouldn't be bluffing outside of work hours or hanging out with them, but I've never been told by Creet, so I didn't have anything to say from myself. This is only a "job" to put your superior officer to rest. Besides, as far as chatting goes, Creet seems to be working so late that she doesn't even have time to go home, and she hardly seems to have time off.
In the end, I guess Creet only has about this lunch break to spend with Priscia.
Priscia put her hand on me. Creet soon becomes a sleepy eye.
"Do you want a cookie?
When Priscia took out the treat she had brought, Creet honestly received it and put it in her mouth. The situation where a man was relaxing with his own knee pillow made Priscia feel restless at first, but she got used to it more often. I just feel strange. It doesn't seem real that people on the clouds are lying on their knees. I have a warm man's body and weight on my lap.
The cookies were covered with sugar, so did the fingers of the Creet who received it. As Priscia took out her handkerchief and tried to wipe that hand, Creet shook her body and laughed.
"Did you always take care of your brother this way?
"Excuse me, I'm sorry..."
"Being with you makes me feel like your brother from time to time"
"Excuse me......"
"No, I'm not offended by anything. I was my oldest son, and my parents were tough, so this kind of treatment is just fresh."
Creet is laughing funny, but she reflected that she has unconsciously treated a great man ten years older than herself. I don't mean to, but I've been taking care of my brother for years, so I'm aware that Priscia has a very care-giving personality. That's what my friends and juniors at school used to say. Because of that, the juniors missed me.
"You and your brother were close, weren't you?"
"…… right. We were always together when we were young."
Creet chats only a little bit with Priscia, even though she looks sleepy. Like today, we're talking about family, we're talking about sweets, we're talking about weather. I was trying not to talk about my job with either of us. From Priscia, I don't think my little job stupidity is at the level that makes Creet listen, and I'm scared to hear about Creet's work because it seems like it has something to do with national level secrets.
While talking about no other love, Creet softly falls asleep. Hands on its head, Priscia watches her sleeping face quietly. I also wish the time had passed more slowly, hoping that the tiredness I felt in my hands wouldn't fade a little.
I wish Creet could sleep longer.
Priscia smiled troubled as she felt the temperature transmitted to her knees and hands.
As Creet makes this time a very effective rest time, so is Priscia. Healing people is filled with feeling calm and happy, too.
It's just that when you're with Creet and time, it's still hard to just keep your feelings pure. I don't want to put you in trouble, so I don't tell you and I've decided not to put you in an attitude, but only when Creet is asleep will I still have zero slight romance.
He's smart, he's calm, he's an adult, he's dressed up, but he also has a pretty easy side to deal with, and there's no way he doesn't like it when he's with me. I wouldn't even call it my first love, but for Priscia, who is intolerant of men, I've never liked someone this way, and I've been in a pattern close enough to spend just the two of us. It was a happy thing for Priscia that there was no such thing as a romantic element as her surroundings thought, but that it was helping whoever she liked.
Of course I don't think I'm going to be the one to deal with Creet. He's in too different a position, and I'm sure Creet's opponent must be a talented, unbeatable woman. Considering that, there's only a few cuts, but Priscia is defending herself.
I just wish this time would last a little longer, and Priscia was feeling happy looking at Creet's sleeping face.
"Creet's been doing well lately."
At night, Creet, who had been matched to the on-board game, raised her eyebrows at Henry's words. Henry has a strong game and one of the few people in the Royal Palace who can handle that opponent. Creet, one of those few, is occasionally summoned to make her opponent.
I want to work or sleep when I have that time, but I don't hate games that use my head either, but I talk about my work at that time, so I try to be moderately acceptable.
"Is that so?
I owe it entirely to Priscia to be in good shape, but I kept the creet out. Henry chuckles niggly as he flutters the pawn in his hand.
"We meet and pull young women like every day, don't we? I'm impressed you have plenty of room."
Creet almost swallowed for a moment at Henry's remarks, but pretended to remain calm because it was a shame to show upset. When I shed a good glance, I looked at this one with envy at Terrior, the Kingsguard knight who would always refrain next to Prince Wang. Terriol was a man with a strong desire to marry "cute people quickly" and so on, but he occasionally says he's too busy to be able to have a lover. Henry and Creet, who have no great desire to marry, often flush those words appropriately.
"Daytime grandeur, meet me in the royal palace. Ah. You have such strength often. You play? That's unusual for a creet. Is your body compatible?
"Your Highness..."
Henry is nibbling when he turns to his frightened white eyes. Is it okay for a person in a position to be known as Prince Wang to have such a carefree conversation?
Creet sighed. It is anticipated that the matter with Priscia will become rumoured. There's no way it won't. But Creet chose a more precious rest than becoming a rumor. I don't care if it's rumored to be a woman official or not, I don't have any itching. The thought of having a decided opponent is enough to reduce the use of color by other women.
There is no great harm to Priscia either. Aside from what she thinks, she would rather appreciate it. Creet Brody is dealing with it. They'll think you're a woman worth that much, and you'll get attention from other guys. If there is a problem, I can prepare a good conversation with the Brody family.
By and large, the Lukot nation is a country of great sexuality. We all play moderately, and it's normal to have heterosexual and physical relationships before marriage. It's common sense to make sure your body is compatible and then get married.
So there's nothing wrong with Priscia spreading rumors with men. It may be a problem if she has a lover or someone she likes, but given Priscia's character, she wouldn't be spending this time with Creet if she had someone like that. Creet was convinced that Priscia had no one to deal with.
"I'm a man, too. They're letting you do it right. But if you don't, you won't change your mood. Someone will give you a lot of work."
As Creet advanced the pawn with disgust, Henry changed from a teasing voice earlier to a slightly calm voice color.
"I took a good look, but you look serious and good. If you want to play, don't let it get too deep."
When he raised his face to the voice, Henry laughed and let him flaunt his shoulders.
"I thought you were a good match. Why don't you take this opportunity to get married? You're gonna be busier and busier, and you're gonna miss your wedding. You'll be worried about the house."
Henry, 27, is also unmarried, and given his position as Prince Wang, it's a bad year not to get married. I didn't want such a person to say it, but for some reason the word fell to Ston and his heart. Even though they are Princes Wang, they are not Creets who honestly accept anything Henry says.
But the words crossed my mind with wonder.
I thought so.
I had a choice to marry Priscia.
Since there was no part of love between them, Creet had never thought about that choice before. But if you're getting married, isn't Priscia the only one here?
Can't you let go of Priscia?
Once she's married to another man, she won't be able to spend time with Creet. But when I marry her, those hands are always Creet's. It's not just such a short daylight hour, but it gives me peace every night. How much health will that help you recover? How efficient would it be to be able to work with a brainchild that stretches out every day? Whether there are more jobs or more difficult projects than there are now, I feel like I can do it. I don't care if it's clear about the family, the look and the personality. When you think about your job, marrying Priscia is the best way to do it. I'm sorry that my hand is the only thing I'm looking for, but that's what Creet meant.
Besides, Creet doesn't have any bad feelings for Priscia. I don't care about anything but my hands, but even the family is downstream but honest and decent aristocrats, and although they don't look particularly good, their calm appearance is a favorite of Creet. Besides, there's nothing wrong with my personality. She's a sweet girl. I am well aware of that even if the time spent is short.
Priscia's hands are special. And I'm not dissatisfied with Priscia herself.
Is the motive impure? But what's different from a political marriage? It's the same in that you marry someone that's convenient to you.
Most importantly, when you get married, that hand belongs to Creet the whole time you stay home. I wonder how happy the hell you are to sleep through the morning with that hand wrapped around you.
Creet, who was thinking of staring at the surface of the plate, looked up. Henry rarely withdrew for a moment to the momentum.
"Your Highness. Did Your Highness think she and I looked good together"
"Ah, oh. I thought. That's why I said it. I was wondering if it would be better if we ended up playing."
"Is that so?"
Creet decided in the words. The eyes that look at Henry's people are the ones that I appreciate the most. Never before in Creet's experience has he seen people wrong.
"Okay. I'll marry you. I'll tell her that tomorrow."
As Creet made it clear, Henry and Terriol, who was beside him, opened their mouths to Pocan.
"Uh, you, you were willing to marry me?
"It wasn't at all, but now I've made up my mind in His Highness's words"
"Creet…… I wonder if that's where you are…………………"
"That's right, if you can think about it a little bit more... there are feelings for them..."
I didn't think Henry, who was usually insensitive, had any muscles to say, but I thought it was true for Terriol's words. I wonder how Priscia would react. But I have confidence in making people talk. The other 10 are younger daughters. It doesn't matter, Creet narrowed her eyes.