The meal ended fine, and Priscia briefly greeted the other servants. Then, Nella gets me to take a hot bath. Is it Fame's hobby, the Brody family water has a citrus aroma in it, and Priscia's face loosened to its good aroma.
It was a day of rage. Going to my own home in the morning also makes me feel like a long time ago already. Yes, I also need to let my parents know that I'm going to take care of the Brody family today. Blurring to think that I should also inform my friends in school, etc., my body was totally boiled and Priscia left the hot tub in a hurry.
The bedclothes provided were adorable and while Priscia lit up, she wore them.
That's how I look around the room that became my place from today onwards. That's right, upscale aristocrats, all the conditioning we have seems fancy. Though I wondered if this was my room, Priscia opened the drawers and shelves and checked each and every one she had prepared. Exactly when I saw the jewels, I gently put the drawer back in.
I don't want to think about when I put it on.
I looked around the whole time and even though it was time to cross the date, Creet still hasn't come back. Move to the adjacent bedroom connected by the door so you can see whenever you come back. There is also a door on the other side, beyond which is the room of the Creet.
Priscia was also tired of having to live in the Brody family during that and this, but she couldn't sleep until Creet returned. And I want to see your face. If I didn't see Creet's face, I somehow felt like I couldn't grasp my place.
Of course, the people of the Brody family were very kind to Priscia, who suddenly decided to live from today. Instead, when both parents meet, they say, "Hurry up so fast!" He pretended to be angry, "but I feel that it was the Mansion people who did it and tried to get Priscia home a little faster than Creet did. He didn't look annoying at all and he seemed happy. Creet, who had no will to marry, was suddenly concerned about it, so she had a temper to surround the other person anyway because she could no longer do it, and Priscia didn't put it on her face, but she felt like she could pull her back.
The character of the house is different, and Priscia herself is not a fine lady as people would recognize her. Still, from the Brody family, Priscia seemed not dissatisfied just because she was a nobleman for once, and a solid house with no bad rumors, reasonably normal appearance and, above all, young.
From the first day we met, Duran and Nella wanted children and Priscia got in trouble, but that would be what a nobleman would be.
The most troubling thing about Priscia right now is that.
Can a child be with Creet? Or is Creet going to do that?
Somehow I feel that Creet doesn't seem interested in children. You won't even want to make it, but it didn't even look like you wanted me to move on. My parents' temper is going to stink, and most importantly, I'm a person of the same color. I married Priscia to make my job more efficient. There doesn't seem to be anything in that brilliant mind about my life.
Besides, Creet didn't find Priscia attractive as a woman because she married with her bare hands. "I have a preference for a human being named you," he said, and I'm glad to hear that, but would you be willing to do that with Priscia?
Priscia accidentally looked into the mirror on the wall as she sat on the couch beside her bedroom shabby.
Nothing, I don't think you're that uncomfortable.
The light brown hair that I always put together neatly at work spills all the way around my chest. Priscia has brown hair, even though Peter inherited her father's hair texture, which is blond and crisp. If I had hair like Peter, I could have just boasted about my hair, and Priscia has always been a little jealous of her brother.
The eyes are the same brown as the hair. Although there is nothing particularly strange about making faces, it should not be said that they are very neat. Even if you look down at your body, it's a normal body. My breasts aren't that big either. It's not like there's any luxury to it. From the Brody family with a strong martial arts colour, he didn't like very luxurious people, and the people at the mansion were heartily horrified that Priscia seemed to be a healthy normal woman, but that was where Priscia was kept.
Priscia got anxious that Master Creet was really glad she chose a normal little girl like me so suddenly. After all, I'm sorry to return to the Rand family, no matter what happens, and when it does, I'll have to live alone. I'd like to continue working for a female officer, but working where Creet works would be awkward for both. If so, it was time for Priscia to be serious about her isolation when she had to work somewhere else.
There's a small talk and footsteps, and there's a noise in the next room. When Priscia was wondering what to do, the bedroom door opened.
"Ah, welcome home!
Speaking up, Creet, who returned at midnight, blinked her eyes a little surprised to see Priscia. I was worried that I forgot that Priscia was at home, but that's not how Creet said, "Have you waited so long for me? I'm sorry," he said.
Creet, already dressed in her bedtime clothes to rest, approached Priscia in a tired manner, attracting her to its waist and heading to bed without any strays with Stasta.
"Sorry, sleep"
That's how I fell into bed with Priscia like I couldn't help myself. Priscia, who was to fall asleep in bed with Creet, rushed to try to wake herself up.
"Well, I am awake and holding hands until Master Creet falls asleep."
"Say what. You would break your body if you did that. [M] You can sleep with me."
Creet re-hugged Priscia with her thighs, eventually satisfied by burying her face around Priscia's chest, or grown up as she was.
This is pretty tiring, Priscia puts her hands on the head of the dreaded Creet. As I thought, a hot paralysis comes through the palm of my hand. As tired as Priscia got today, so must Creet be tired of everything. Besides, I've been working.
When Priscia stroked her head, Creet, already half asleep, still exhaled satisfactorily. Looking down, I could only see a little but the sleeping face buried in Priscia's chest looked peaceful.
Priscia smiled when she finally saw Creet sleeping peacefully in her large bed. Priscia felt filled too. Like I said, Creet came home late, and this is how she tells me she was asking me to sleep with Priscia. It filled Priscia's heart with a gentle sense of happiness that a busy, difficult person was sleeping happily in her own chest.
Creet is a solid figure among the civil servants. Probably because I was trained at home to be a martial arts officer. Priscia didn't calm down when she was embraced by such a masculine body. My whole body in contact comes on fire with embarrassment. I've never even seen Priscia hug a heterosexual like this. Yet Creet is happily dreaming without knowing anything.
Even though it's the first night in a way, Creet only thinks about sleeping. Well, that's good because Priscia knew that, and I wasn't ready to act like that yet, so I was horrified, but I couldn't help but resent her a little bit.
But no. If this person can sleep in peace.
Priscia watched with tender eyes as she slowly stroked the older man's head.
I can't sleep, but it seems that Priscia, who I thought was also wrapped up in a warm man's body, fell asleep in peace at some point. I wake up to the sound of the door being knocked.
"Excuse me."
After Knock, Nella came into the bedroom, so Priscia raised her head with her body still lying down. I didn't wake up because I was still asleep with Creet holding Priscia. Careful with such a creet, Priscia lurked her voice and returned her greetings.
"... well, rare. Are you still asleep?
Surprised by Nella, Priscia looked down at Creet again. Creet seems perfectly asleep, showing a serene sleeping face in Priscia's chest.
"Is it unusual?
"Master Creet is a shallow sleeper. It's like waking up when the mansion people move out, because you'll always wake up before we get into the room."
To Nella's words. Priscia saw Creet again. My mouth loosens when I know you're sleeping so well, unlike before. But I can't keep him asleep forever. It's time to go to the royal palace.
Priscia slowly stroked Creet's shoulder, although feeling sorry for her.
"Dear Creet, it's morning. I need to wake up………………."
As Priscia whispers and says, Creet's brow moves pickly, then slowly opens her eyes and blinks several times. When Priscia woke herself up, she woke herself up together so that she could be followed, and Creet leaned down with her hands on her forehead.
"I've slept so much since I was a kid...... I feel uncomfortable sleeping too much"
Priscia thought it would never be too much sleep when she thought about Creet's return time, rather it would be a short sleep, but she got worried when she heard it was uncomfortable with her head.
"Are you okay......? Do you have a headache?
Reaching out and touching Creet's head, Creet looked back at such Priscia with her still slightly sleepy eyes and then buried her face on Priscia's shoulder as she sat in bed. Creet's arm turns to Priscia's hips.
"No, I'm in great shape. I'd like to sleep with you for a few days. [M] I should have gotten married sooner......"
I hear a satisfying soft voice coming from my shoulder. Priscia was upset by the sweet Creet's behavior, but she noticed Nella's gaze and turned bright red. Nella looked at the two with a "oh," half-laughter face.
No! Master Creet is just happy with his sleep! It was Priscia who wanted to make excuses, but it was strange to deny them because they were a couple even though they were in a hurry, and Priscia just leaned down with a bright red face.
After all, I resent Creet a little.
"Creet, you've really been in great shape since you got married."
Speaking out like Henry shook at me, Creet said with the paperwork in her hand, "Really?" and laughed coolly. Its complexion is good and its expression is flattering. I didn't think it was unhealthy until now, but watching Creet in this condition, Henry now realizes that maybe this guy has been a lot tired so far. He looked difficult at work, and I think his voice color was a little lower and he felt like a thrower. The impression that he's a sober man hasn't changed, but Creet has always been in a good mood and haunted since he got married. Above all, the head spins sharper than before, and the tongue is smooth. I knew he was an excellent man, but Henry, in his capacity as Prince Wang and his own ability, was ultimately confident in silencing Creet. But I feel like I'm going to be overstated by Creet right now, and Henry can be in a hurry on the inside.
Most importantly, when Henry said he couldn't afford it until now, Creet said with a frightened face, "... I will if His Highness says so..." That's what Creet here has been saying these days: "Whatever challenges you can't do, do what you want!" and a smile and a spare position. Henry is a little confused by such a change in the creet. If we get married, is it something so different?
"Marriage is amazing………"
When Henry shrugged unexpectedly, Creet laughed.
"Thank you very much, Your Highness. Please recommend me to marry you. I am truly glad to be married."
The people in the room gave a variety of complex expressions to Under-Secretary Brody's grand and complete love affair. Some married people nod as they agree, others who on the other hand lower their eyebrows "married but don't think it's that good," and unmarried people look envious.
"Nice. I want to get married soon too………………"
It was Terrior standing next to Henry who looked really jealous. Dark-haired, dark-eyed, long-lasting, well-faced, upstream aristocrat and liked by the prince, the Kingsguard Terrior, like Creet, is an excellent property from a woman, but there is no sign of a lover on the back with the strength of his marital aspirations.
"The only reason you can't get married is because you're dreaming too much about love. You could marry a mate."
"I've decided to get married in love," said Henry, seriously.
"You can't do that, but you have to find the right guy at home."
"But now Creet found it herself, and she doesn't look so happy."
"Creet was lucky."
"Well, I was lucky."
When Creet affirmed, Henry glanced over his shoulder.
"I didn't know Creet was going to have this kind of marriage. Never thought you'd marry a woman you didn't even like until you were critical, decided on your own by a house that cut off your paralysis. That's how I barely went home, and I couldn't help it, so I made one or two kids, and when the kids grew up pretty good, my wife had an affair with the other guys, and the couple thought they'd be out of cold and a masked couple."
"What is it, please don't. What makes such detailed delusions at will?"
And no, it's realistic. If I hadn't met Priscia, it would have been a future that I would have welcomed in good proportion.
"That's all I'm surprised about you having a good marriage," laughed Henry as Creet looked at him with a frightened face.
"Terriol, you'll find a good match soon."
As Creet comforted herself with an attitude of spare time, Terriol smiled bitterly at the prince for a moment. I understand what Terrior is trying to say. The primary reason Terriol can't have a lover is because he's just too busy as he was with his previous creations. Especially from Terrior, who wants a romantic marriage, the time to meet a woman and nurture love is all blown away by Henry.
"Why don't you marry your Highness, too? It's good stuff."
Henry might settle down a little if he got married too. That would inevitably reduce Terriol's detention time as well. Henry hung his cheek cane as Creet spoke with such thoughts.
"When I become my wife, I am the queen of the future. It's hard to choose."
"That's right."
Even if Henry isn't interested in getting married, he knows exactly where he needs to be. However, it seems that they cannot decide the right woman for a vessel called the Queen because she is good at seeing people. I still said, "This is it! I guess I haven't seen the woman."
Henry is absolutely ideal. But it would not be a bad thing as a nation to ask for an ideal from a human being who would be a queen. Henry's father, His Majesty now and his mother's queen, are people who are too sweet for their sons, so maybe the status quo will continue for a few more years.
As Creet turned her sympathetic eyes to Terriol, Terriol smiled small and bitterly, putting his hand on his lower back sword. That knight's manoeuvre would be a sign of willingness to put aside his romance and other things to serve and protect Henry.
Henry grinned bitterly, saying not to bring together truly loyal and brilliant people.
Both myself and the consciousness that is put at its head are regrettable.
"Come on, let's talk about this. Your Highness, adopt the draft."
Poking at the paperwork that Creet had, Henry looked up and laughed bitterly, "Creet, you're really crossing the line," he said.