The next morning, when Priscia hurried to the rendezvous point, Creet was already waiting.
"Excuse me."
"No, you're on time."
Creet smiled as she looked at her pocket watch. Priscia was caught in the act. By saying I was going to report my marriage, Creet's personal clothes were decent. Not dressed like a civilian who wears it at work, but rather sophisticated in fine clothing called aristocracy, the cheeks turn red on the first look I see. At the same time, Priscia is now more like, "Can I really marry this guy?" I'm getting worried. I don't think it's appropriate for Priscia to stand next to Creet because she's too different. "Marry such a mediocre woman," I worry that Creet will be mocked behind it.
Sometimes I just go home, and Priscia is not in the mood for much. I'm going to rush home to find clothes to visit the Brody family. In my head I remember what clothes were asleep at home so I was desperate for Priscia.
Such worries about Priscia were also approximate, and Creet just got in the carriage. The phrase "Creet is a little unemotional" that Henry told me yesterday about that appearance made me head over, but that kind of thing about him was gratifying to Priscia. It makes me feel like I'm wasting as much time as I'm worried.
Is it an hour's drive to Priscia's parents' house? For the first time, they had a full hour of conversation in the comfortable carriage that Creet prepared for us. Until now, we had a short lunch break, and before Creet went to sleep, all we had to do was talk a little casual.
While answering the exact questions asked, in just one hour, all of Priscia's previous life and family structure, etc. were contained in Creet's brain. That's a good undersecretary, and I'm impressed. Even in conversation, Creet noticeably finds her head spinning fast. Though I thought he was a great guy after all, my family got worried that he would be okay. Of course, Priscia loves her own family, and she's a proud family. But I'm calm to say that from the Creet's point of view, it would be a family that doesn't feel completely laid back or anything talented.
When I arrived at home, I was greeted by my parents, grandmother, brother and servant in general. My parents and grandmother laughed in a throwing mood through surprise, "No way is Priscia married to the Brody family man..."
Priscia had never heard of it either, but Creet's father, Duran, the current head of the Brody family, was shown the story to Creet that he had been given nearly eaten bread by Priscia's father, who was still a boy, as well as his brain-weather father, who was also blue.
"My father told me about it, and I remember the Rand family's name, too."
"My deepest apologies for the almost eaten bread and more!
When she first saw her father apologize so seriously, Priscia looked at the sight with a distant eye. Though I thought it was a fatherly episode.
Peter is growing every time he meets, and Priscia's eyes narrow with a glare. My beloved brother, who was sick and weak, is still special. Peter, who is thirteen years old, watched with a sparkling eye about Creet and made it a question attack on how he could become a knight. He was thrilled with Creet's reaction, Priscia, but he was softer and more responsive to his family than he thought.
The family seemed to put their trust in such a creet at once. From the Rand family, the Brody family is so talkative that they can't easily talk to each other, and the Rand people have never thought about their daughter marrying the man in such a house.
Besides, Creet is a brilliant man who became Undersecretary at such a young age that he is said to be the youngest in history. Even fathers who live in absurd aristocracy have heard the name.
I can't believe that Priscia was seen by such a person, but I still don't feel it in front of her. But it seemed to me that Creet was an excellent man as rumored, and also had a sincere attitude towards Priscia, and the air on the ground was calm.
Either way, I don't have the guts to turn down a marriage from the Brody family to the Lands. If he was a bad man, his parents, who were willing to stand up to him with excitement to protect his pretty daughter, also had the attitude of "I'll do whatever I say" the moment they dealt with Creet, and Priscia laughed heartily. That was exactly the same attitude as Priscia's, and I knew I was drawing the blood of these parents. I felt so smug.
Of those, the family seemed most happy when they heard the two tame stories. There I honestly told him the truth, so his mother was amused by the slightly legged story that Priscia's hand healed Creet and such Priscia became very important in Creet... "I'm glad Priscia's hand helped other than Peter," the mother's words represented Priscia's feelings as they were.
But I wanted to remain silent with my dear family until we got married and that there was still no deep love between us. Priscia thinks nothing of it in itself, but the family would rather have thought that the two of them would love each other and marry happily.
The family still listened to the two of them. They did, but "I don't have time, I'll see you next time," Priscia decided to delude herself. Most importantly, for Priscia, the next question is: That means I'm going to say hi to the Brody family.
I decide to tell my mother that and get her to help me get ready in a hurry. "Wouldn't your family be offended if you were a woman dressed like that," cried Creet, thinking with her hands on her chin.
"Right...... I guess I shouldn't be too flashy"
"Oh, that's good. You don't have fancy clothes."
The temperature of his wife and daughter cooled at once to his father's brain-weather words, and his presence was silenced.
In the end, they went back to the carriage without even talking about the future for the most part just because they reported on their marriage. "Let's talk about the wedding next," my mother told me, but Priscia had no real sense of the wedding. I even think you won't. There's no way a brody family man wouldn't have a wedding, but the fact is, many people who work in the royal palace don't have a wedding. Especially when people get married at work say they are "busy" and then go on to say "when they settle down," but there is no sign of that at all. With so many of those men, I wonder if it would be difficult for Creet to have a wedding emotionally.
At least Priscia is. There have also been a few colleagues and seniors in the past year who have married but not held ceremonies. Aside from those people, I feel like I'm having a wedding. It's also because I'm not very keen to have a wedding.
It's not like a dress dressed in plain Priscia would look good, and most importantly, it's a whim to line up with the Creet. Besides, it would be a wedding in the midst of a gathering of the Brody family. I can just imagine what kind of eyes I can greet you with and I can pull my back.
As Priscia was exhaling in her inner sigh, Creet said in a calm voice.
"I like your house."
"Is it?
"Oh. It was conveyed that we were very close. I could feel you growing up in it."
"Thank you."
I am so glad my family is praised. Especially since I was worried about how it would look in Creet's eyes.
"My brother's a good kid, too. I don't have any men or brothers, so it was fresh."
"Did Master Brody have a sister?
"Oh, you two. Both have already gone to their wives. This is all I've been talking about. I haven't really felt anything about marriage yet, but when I saw Peter and wondered if this was going to be my brother, I felt strange."
"Excuse me. That kid, he wants to be a knight, and he wants to ask questions."
"That's what it would be like in those years or so. It would be loud if I let my father see me. Because if you see him as a man, he's the kind of person who thinks it's his mission to make him a martial artist."
Priscia lowered her brow as Creet smiled bitterly. I wonder if Creet, who became a civilian in such a house, struggled a lot.
"When a boy is born, it must be a fuss."
Priscia tried to remain calm in the words Creet casually said, but ended up dyeing her cheeks. Creet, who watched it in a relaxed manner, also noticed what she said, and she was followed and her ears turned red. There's awkward air in the carriage like lights.
Children.
It's normal for the story to come out because we're getting married, but it was still a far feeling for the two of us.
"……… Priscia"
"Ha, yes!
He was called by name, and Priscia accidentally replied well. It's actually very unusual for Creet to call me by my name, and I get upset. When Creet spoke to Priscia, it was always "you," and sometimes when they called her, it was called "Rand" by her family name.
I guess I know why Priscia's upset. Creet also laughed a little troubled.
"You, too, as you call me Creet. Especially since you're going to my house."
"That's right. I understand."
Priscia whines "Dear Creet" small in her mouth. As she grumbled several times and tried to get used to the feeling, Creet blinked her eyes slightly asleep. Seeing how it went, Priscia finally realized that I'm sure this guy didn't work late last night and sleep much to screw up today's time.
It will take nearly an hour to get to Creet's house.
"Dear Creet... we still have time, why don't we get some sleep? You're going back to work in the evening, right?
Speaking up, Creet slowly glanced at Priscia. That's why I'm not spending my rest time with you. It soon became clear to Priscia that Creet wanted to sleep now.
"If only on my knees……………………"
As Priscia said that, she sat back in the corner of her seat, Creet, who was sitting across the street, honestly moved in and fell asleep with her head on Priscia's lap. Same as the usual little room. I knew it was small in the carriage, but Creet exhaled satisfactorily.
I want to see this guy normally sleep slowly in a large bed, and Priscia feels sweet and tight on her chest. At that time, Creet's arm was gently turned to Priscia's waist. Priscia's chest tightens more tightly.
I've never been touched like this before. This is because I'm sure we'll get married. Because Priscia became the property of Creet.
And Priscia will be Creet's wife, too. I don't just give my superiors a break.
Priscia gently placed her hand on Creet's head, inserting her finger into that hair and stroking it slowly. Nor was it in the position of superiors and subordinates. Usually, I just put my hands on it.
Perhaps she also noticed the change in Priscia, Creet seemed to laugh a little as she tried to bury her face in Priscia's lower abdomen.
Oh, will this man be my husband?
Priscia kind of almost cried. It was a happy emotion, and I continued to gently stroke that brown hair while praying that my future husband could rest as peacefully as possible.
On Priscia's lap, Creet seemed to soon fall asleep.
When the carriage stopped, Priscia panicked and woke up Creet. Creet, who slept more than usual, looked blurred when she woke up, so Priscia accidentally reached out to make sure that her slightly jumped hair and wrinkled clothes were not weird.
Looking down at the condition, Creet smiled narrowly as Priscia finally grew up and took a breath of Creet's familiarity.
"Sorry, thank you. Thanks to you, I slept well."
Creet's hand strokes Priscia's head and escorts her out of the carriage. Bright red by the first experience of being stroked over the head by Creet, Priscia was relieved for a moment from the tension of visiting the Brody family thanks to her.