The next day, as he declared to Henry, Creet proposed to Priscia.
"……… Huh?
Having managed to make time at noon and only visited the small room for ten minutes, Creet told him at the opening that she would "apply to you for marriage". Priscia, who was sitting in a chair eating something bread, looked up and looked pokant.
"Creet Brody said she would apply to Priscia Land for marriage. I want a response."
"... eh"
"I want you to think of this as one political marriage. I've come to the conclusion that I need you."
Priscia still looks up to Pocan and Creet. Still, I cleaned up the bread in the first place. I seem to understand that it is not a story to listen to while eating.
"I hate to have problems later, and I don't want to throw up lies either, so let me get this straight. Consider this a political marriage. Surely we don't have a romantic period, and I don't know that if you ask me if I still have romantic feelings. But of course, I have a crush on people like you."
"… Thank you very much……."
"Your hands are wonderful. I need your hand. The only way I can stay with you forever from now on is through marriage. You don't currently have a lover or someone you like, do you?
"... yes... that's not there"
"Then you won't have a problem with me being the one to marry. I'm the one who says this, but for you, I'm not supposed to be bad as a married person. He's better than you."
"Too high."
"I'm going to be born in the future."
"You're the Chancellor now, aren't you?"
Confused Priscia rarely went into the Creet, but she seemed to ignore the word as to whether Creet was also a little excited.
"It doesn't look too... bad. Is the year a little too far apart to say the hard part... But as much as this, a political marriage would be normal."
"Ha..."
I was always behaving well, Priscia, but I didn't know what attitude to take to the mysterious proposal that was too steep, and I was blurring and gaveling.
"That's why. Think about marrying me. With your hands, I'll have nothing to be afraid of."
If there are other people here, say, "If you're going to propose, lie, but say," I love you "!" I may have stuck it in, but I don't want to lie. Creet didn't throw up sweet words.
"Ah, that little time to think………………………."
When Priscia tried to squeeze out her voice, saying to Creet, who saw the clock when work time was approaching, that she was buying time anyway, Creet nodded, "Of course," and left the room, "Sorry, I'm going back to work".
Priscia drops her gaze on the bread she is about to eat.
"Marriage......?
Priscia shrugged in words that were too unrealistic.
At the end of his lunch break and still confused but back to work, Priscia was finally able to take the proposal seriously. First off, wasn't that a daydream, not a reality? Though it became a feather for me to think about.
I don't know why I've suddenly proposed, but Creet's proposal, with no emotions or shit, didn't offend Priscia. I felt more like him, so I liked him. When he deals with Creet for a short time and becomes more conscious than before and also hears rumors of his work, he finds himself a reasonable thinker of things.
I don't know what happened, but I guess Creet got the result that it would be best to marry Priscia. That would surely be a "hand". Creet tells me it's "a lot easier" every time I visit Priscia, but I know from the hands I touch that he's exhausted every time. Less than an hour in a couple of days is not enough.
When I get married, I can at least stay with you at night. As I accompanied my brother Peter every night.
At night, I thought it was a little beating Priscia, but I know Creet doesn't want that kind of night for men and women. Of course, you can't have anything at all to do with that kind of behavior because you're getting married. As long as you marry a nobleman, there is a matter of tracing, and it is natural that you need such an act to have children.
I couldn't imagine being in that relationship with Creet well for Priscia, who had no romantic experience at all, but I could easily imagine leaning in and helping her sleep the same way I do now. Even now Creet is sleeping on Priscia's knees. What we do is totally act like lovers to each other.
Even objectively, Creet Brody is the best married person you can imagine for Priscia. It makes me wonder if my family and abilities are any more opponents than this, and I'm only about royalty anymore. If my family asks, they'll all flip.
Creet said political marriage, but if I said it in the true and correct sense, this marriage would do him no good. It's Priscia's balls.
The only person who wants a Creet is Priscia's hand.
Yes, just the hands.
Is that sad as a woman? But Priscia didn't think so. This is the only power I have that is better than others. Now I work hard as a female officer on my own, and I want to be useful to people. But after all, Priscia has a strong desire to help someone with this hand. I started spending time with Creet and I thought that was unnecessarily true. That's why it's a great pleasure to ask for your hand. I wonder what makes it different from how it looks, or how it likes its personality. Creet wants this hand. He told me that with this hand of Priscia, there was nothing to be afraid of.
It was an unparalleled proposition for Priscia.
Priscia thinks there are no precious bitches in a person's life or value. That was a rare way of thinking as a nobleman, but Priscia thought so. There is really no difference in that life between those who are sleeping sick and those who work on the front lines that move the country. Anyone who wants this hand from the bottom of their heart thinks it's a good idea.
That's what I think. Still.
Still, it was also honest that Priscia wondered if it would be such a wonderful thing if she could help such an amazing person, someone who would work at the forefront of the country and whose working conditions would influence the country's policies.
I've always thought about watching my sleeping brother. I wonder if there is a job that I can use this hand effectively.
If this hand can support those who bear the country, I wonder if there is such an effective use.
Priscia kept an eye on her hands that night.
"I wonder if it will help the country..."
In the role of Master Brody.
In that case, there was no reason to refuse this story to Priscia. That night, Priscia decided.
Let's support it. I don't know how useful I can be, but let's support the Creet that supports the country, Priscia. Creet said she needed Priscia's help. That's how someone smarter than Priscia could have imagined concluded.
Priscia just followed it.
The next day, Master Brody showed up at Priscia's, who was thrilled in the small room that she would be able to come, so now Priscia told her that she was most open to "talk about marriage, I'll take it".
For a moment, Creet opened her eyes and laughed happily at the next moment, so Priscia's heart jumped. Creet is over 10 years older, but sometimes she laughs like a boy. Usually, I just look difficult when I work, and I'm thrilled at the serenity of being with Priscia.
"Right, good. Nice to meet you."
"Yes......"
Hands in hand, shaking that hand in awe. Priscia, who was oblivious to romance, wondered what difference it would be for a man and a woman who had decided to marry to shake hands, but she kept them out of her mouth. The same goes for yesterday's proposal, but I've come to know that Creet who can work must also be a pretty rough person to say in terms of love. It's nothing. Priscia is not a person who dreams of romance, so she doesn't complain about such a creet, but she worries that some women will get angry.
At the same time, I realized that Creet would no longer have a problem because she would marry Priscia, and for the first time, Priscia realized that she would marry someone else. Then my face bursts into flames suddenly.
I will marry this man in front of me. Embarrassed to think so, Priscia took her gaze off Creet's face a little bit.
"If that's the case, I'll need to say hello to your house. I need you to come to my house, too. I'm sorry, but I don't get a lot of time off, so I'd like to clean it up at once, but when can I get some time?
"I'll leave it to Brody's convenience."
Though I thought that it would be easy, I couldn't help but think about the businessmanship of Creet.
"Um, where would I live if I got married?
When he heard what bothered him the most, Creet looked a little.
"That's not going to be our house..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"That's right..."
The Brody family is a famous nobleman. Besides, Creet is a man. It's common sense to marry the Brody family because she's going to be that wife. Will it be okay, Priscia sighed at the most worrying point.
"Um, as an aristocratic woman, I'm not very confident..."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. We're at the warlord's house. Manners and such are cluttered, and I don't have a glorious life. Instead, I'm so sorry for you."
"Is that so……."
Priscia was a little relieved. As a person who grew up with little touch with his preferences as an upscale nobleman, such as tea parties and night clubs, Creet's words were appreciated.
"I only go home about once a week now, too, but if you live in a house, I go home every day"
"… Thank you very much."
As for Creet, I know that's what you said about resting by hand, but it's a pretty sweet dialogue if you change the way you listen. Priscia's cheeks turned a little red again.
"You live in the royal palace."
"Yes, to the residence of the ladies. My parents are a little far from home. I'm back every time I'm off."
"Right. Suddenly, are you free tomorrow morning? I think I can make some time tomorrow."
Tomorrow!? Not too soon!? and Priscia penetrated her heart, "Okay. I will leave a foretaste in the house," he replied obediently. Creet said, "Let's go to your house, and then we'll go to our house. I'll tell the house, too," he says satisfactorily. Though I thought it would expand quickly, I thought it might be possible that things would be decided at this rate when I was as good as Creet. My men will be in trouble, too. Somehow, it's become normal for him to do his job at about this rate.
Once married, she was Priscia, who decided in her heart to be a good wife so that Creet could be as peaceful as she could be.
From then on, it was a development of rage.
When the two stories came to a close, Creet quickly walked with Priscia to the back of the royal palace. It's a hard place to get into Priscia, which is still close to newcomers. Priscia also wisely decided to leave it all to Creet already.
When Creet opened the luxurious door without any hesitation, she spoke to Henry, who was in the room. To the look of the prince. Priscia just keeps quiet and follows behind the Creet.
"Your Highness, this is Priscia Rand. Now that I've decided to marry her, I'll give her a little rest for personal use until tomorrow evening."
When Creet said, Henry shouted, "Have you decided yet?" The other escorts and clerks in the room are turning a blind eye to Under-Secretary Brody's sudden declaration of marriage.
"Well, congratulations. Is that Priscia Rand? Creet's a little emotional, but she's not a bad guy, so thank you."
The prince called out to him, and Priscia shrunk back and thanked him. I thought it would be okay for me to report it to the Royal Palace before reporting it to my parents, but I decided to leave it to the flow if I wanted a creet. In that sense, Creet is very dependable, or it seems like the kind of person who decides things more and more and moves on, so maybe we should keep up with it without saying anything, and I felt that Priscia had already grasped the ultimate in her marriage. That was easy for Priscia, so I guess it doesn't go well with Creet.
With Priscia just bowing her head, the report ended for the superiors of the Creet relationship, and Creet stood first for the superiors of the Priscia relationship to report to me.
Priscia's superiors and colleagues seemed surprised, but it was quite something we all knew that she was making a meeting with Creet, so she said, "Good for you. That's not amazing!" He blessed me.
Within that day, all reports to the Royal Palace were finished, and Creet, who was doing well, seemed in a good mood. Priscia was kind of horrified as she looked sideways at it. Creet is simple for being smart, or it's easy to understand the mood. Priscia was relieved today that she might be able to do well with this guy.
"I'll arrange a carriage tomorrow. I'll be at your house, I'll meet you at 8: 00. I have a job to clean up, so excuse me today."
"Yes."
Priscia laughed small as she dropped off the rear of the creet walking through the royal palace early. There will be a big commotion going on at my parents' house by now because I'm giving them a first touch.