That was one day as usual.
Duran hurt his shoulder. Originally, she hasn't been feeling well on her shoulder since she was a knight in active service, but the day she whipped at the knight school, she had a severe pain running on her right shoulder while she was teaching. That's just the current head of the Brody family there. Pride didn't allow the chicks who aspire to be knights to see their weaknesses, and they made it through the scene in a cold sweat, but when they came home, it became a noise to call a doctor.
Duran, sitting on the couch in the reception where his family gathers, stares at his face. He said the diagnosis he had seen the doctor hurt his muscles, which meant that his right arm should be at rest for the time being.
"Duran, you're too old to think about it."
Fame has a frightened voice and is watching out for her husband.
"I'm not old enough."
Duran seemed depressed even though he said so. I was kind of sorry to see how someone with a tight physique was depressed, and Priscia got grated.
"Father, are you okay?
"Yeah, no problem at all. - Ugh."
Duran, who moved his right arm in an attempt to show Priscia a good spot, looked at the severe pain he had run again and suppressed his right shoulder with his left hand. "What are you doing," Fame said, frightened but worried.
As she watched the two of them, Priscia squeezed her hands softly. There's someone in front of me who's in pain. Plus, he's Priscia's important other father. I've lived in the Brody family before, and I've had a lot of bad feelings. For example, when Fame is blurring his headache, or when Hans, the butler, is slapping his back like a pain, or when Nella is moaning for his shoulder stiffness. Always worried about what to do with Priscia. I have the power to relieve that pain.
But while I'm trying to get permission from Creet to tell him, the days are past, and Priscia ends up hiding that power. It's not like Creet wouldn't give me permission, it's just that Priscia felt like Creet didn't want it somehow and couldn't talk about it.
But it shouldn't be. Priscia couldn't stand the fact that her loved ones were suffering and she didn't do anything. Because of Priscia's personality, I can't pretend not to look.
Priscia decided her mind. Creet may be mad at me, but I don't know what time it would be if I waited for him to come home. How dare you come home near dawn last night? Besides, I'm sorry to talk to such a tired creet.
Priscia took one step when she decided to apologize and take it down.
"Father, you know"
He approached Duran, who looked at him with pain, and Priscia reached out. Put your hand gently on its right shoulder. Feeling a hot paralysis in his palms, Priscia exhaled. Duran looked uncommon, pokant for a moment and slowly turned to Priscia, staring at Seriously and Priscia. I guess he's been taken aback by the fact that the pain has disappeared so far.
With a small thank you, Priscia kept her hands silent. Duran also looks at Priscia like that silently. To a strange silence, Fame frowned.
"What's wrong, Duran?"
"No..."
Duran seems confused, looks at Fame, opens his mouth.
"When she touched it, the pain was gone."
"What are you talking about?"
"True."
As Fame frowned deeper, Priscia also looked at Fame and lowered her brow, keeping her hand on Duran's shoulder.
"Excuse me... I've been quiet to you, but I've had the power to take pain in my hands for a long time..."
To Priscia's words, Fame makes a strange face.
"Is there anything painful or hard about your mother right now?
"Is it me? Yeah, I think my head hurts a little."
"Excuse me, can you come over here?
I can't even get my hands off Duran's shoulder, and Fame honestly comes closer when Priscia says in a sorry face. Priscia gently put one hand against Fame's head. Fame also frowned and then turned into a pocan face, just like Duran.
"Mr. Priscia......"
"I'm sorry I kept my mouth shut about such an important thing. It's not magic, but for some reason I had this power... it's not that I can cure it, but I can do it if I want to temporarily remove the pain. I thought I should have said it sooner, but it made me snort..."
As Priscia puts her hands on the two but lowers her body, Fame's face, who was silently watching Priscia, gets stronger and stronger. It was when Priscia was frightened that she would be pissed off that she kept her mouth shut, or that she was pissed that she had let her daughter into the Brody family with such unproductive powers.
Said in a lower voice than Fame had ever heard.
"Mr. Priscia. Does Creet know about this?
"Ah... uh..."
"You know."
"Yes......"
There's no way I can get a tough look at Fame and throw up lies on Priscia. If you nod honestly after grating, Fame's face gets more rugged.
"It was this power that brought Creet closer to you, wasn't it?
"…… Yes, it is."
I was told to be sure, and Priscia nodded with a groan. I wonder why.
"If he really... Huh!
Grasp the fan Fame had in his hand with momentum that broke badly. Then Fame nearly smiled at Priscia. But that smile only seemed scary when I saw the rage I'd had so far, and it caught Priscia's face.
"Never mind you, Mr. Priscia. Thanks for sharing your secret. You taught me for Duran. I'm sorry, but until Duran's shoulder is feeling better, can you help me with that?
"Also, of course. As much as I can do with my power."
When Priscia answered, Fame smiled nicely. And then I said, "Hans!" and raise a sharp voice. Hans, the butler who held back beside him, responded, "Will you go to the royal palace? Tell Creet to come back as soon as possible," I command. "I did," Hans thanked him, leaving the room.
A weird sweat runs down Priscia's back. I knew I wasn't supposed to safely talk about the power of my hands, but when I feel the numbness of the palms that accompany Duran, such regret also diminishes. 'Cause you can't help it, Priscia laid her eyes down.
Both Duran and Fame are already important parents to Priscia. It's not a bad thing that people like that would want to help if they were in pain.
Fame is being nice to Priscia now, but I wonder what happens when Creet returns. Priscia felt the most horrified of all her life wondering what anger would explode.
I just don't like being slapped from the Brody family, and I'm about to cry.
Now this house is the same as Priscia's. I'm in law, but I love your father and your mother, and I love your servants. Of course, I like Creet more than that.
As Priscia leaned down to see what she would do if we ever broke up, the feeling of being gentle with Pong and his head came down. As he raised his face, Duran stroked Priscia's head several times to comfort her with his left hand.
"It's fine."
Duran whines in a small voice that doesn't sound like Fame.
"Nothing like what you're worried about. There's just the usual parent-child fights."
When Priscia tilted her neck because she didn't know what Duran was talking about, Duran said in a relaxed tone, this time with a normal loud voice.
"But it's amazing. The pain is really gone. You have good power. [M] I missed you when I was a knight."
"Hey Duran, I wonder what that means"
Duran broke his tough face a little as Fame turned around grinning as he walked around the room in frustration.
In the end, it was the night after dinner that Creet returned. It's certainly faster than usual, but never sooner, considering Hans took Fame's message to the castle on purpose.
In the reception room, Priscia kept putting her hand on Duran's shoulder sitting on the couch. Fame sits in the other chair and slaps his elbow at a constant rate looking nervous with the fan he has.
"I'm home now."
Creet, who came in the reception room, glanced over at the spot, looked at Duran and Priscia, and raised a frown when she checked where their Priscia hands were. You must have understood that the power of Priscia's hands had been found out by her parents. When Priscia lowered her brow sorry, Creet loosened her mouth a little. The look on Priscia's face doesn't seem angry that she took it upon herself to tear apart the matter of her hand, and for now, Priscia is horrified. It's too spicy for Creet to piss me off or hate me.
With a little relief, Priscia was concerned about Creet's fatigue. He looks more tired than usual. I guess so, Creet came home at dawn last night. I got a short sleep in Priscia's arm, but she'll be tired. Besides, it's a call from Fame today. Must have hurried back to get the job done.
I don't know what we're going to talk about, but I want Creet to get some rest soon, and Priscia's worried about it the most.
"It's too late, Creet."
"Excuse me. I really had a job to clean up by the end of the day. So, what can I do for you?
When Creet answered pale, Fame stood up sighing heavily.
"You know that, too. It's about Mr. Priscia's hand."
"I'm sorry, you didn't say"
When Creet answers with a cool face, Fame's beautiful face is praised.
"Mother, I was the one who told Priscia to keep her mouth shut. Please don't be mad at her because she has nothing to do with it."
"- There's no way you're mad at Mr. Priscia!
At that moment, Fame's thunder fell on the room. Vikri and Priscia's body dulls.
"The only person I'm mad at is Creet, you!
"I do think it's bad that you kept your mouth shut -"
"I'm not mad at you for that, you'd know it if you were smart! You got married because you found out about Mr. Priscia's powers, didn't you?
To Fame's sharp reprimand, Creet flaunted her shoulders and gave her a slightly contemplative face, then nodded.
"Well, I don't deny it."
"I thought it was crazy! Bring me Mr. Priscia to say that you're too suddenly getting married! And funny fast, let Mr. Priscia live in the house."
"Because I wanted to marry her soon."
"The reason I wanted to marry Mr. Priscia must be the power of my hands! Are you making fun of a woman!?
"I don't mean to."
"You must have been in a good mood since you married Mr. Priscia in the street! I thought it was because I was able to marry the woman I liked, but thanks to Priscia's hand, I was able to get tired! You looked tired before!
That's right, Mother, I knew you'd be watching closely. Priscia was impressed as she heard Fame's sharp voice.
"- That's true, Mother."
"I don't want to hear any excuses! You don't think I'm being rude to Mr. Priscia!? It's always your job that counts the most! It would be like marrying Mr. Priscia for work!
A wrinkle leans between the frowns of Creet as he continues to bathe in Fame's words. I feel like disputing it, but what Fame is saying was certainly also part of the true meaning of Creet, so he seems to be thinking up how to disprove it.
"I hate to say this, but your couple lives were in my ears, too! I didn't say anything, though. Even if you want the power of your hand, Creet, if you're getting married, you should take the stage properly before you do! I'm so sorry about Priscia!
I knew Fame knew about the relationship, and I felt like Priscia couldn't resist. I guess Nella was telling Fame. My eyes were swimming Priscia, but Fame's anger didn't seem to subside.
"You are too sweet because Mr. Priscia is so sweet! Don't come home late every night, it must be Mr. Priscia's hand to come home to this house! What do you think your wife is!
"Mother, the first reason I did marry her was my hand. I admit that. But I don't think that way right now. Even if I don't have the power of my hand, I'm going home every night to Priscia."
Fame glanced back as the creet paled but clarity.
Priscia leaned down. I don't know what to do. I'm so happy with Creet's words. Plus, Priscia is guilty of the same crime. Because I knew exactly what was going on with Creet, and I got married.
Above all.
I wanted to finish this time quickly and give Creet a break.
"Um!"
Priscia never stood up to her will and blocked the two of them from speaking. Fame and Creet's eyes turn to Priscia. Fame's eyes filled with anger and the eyes of a quiet Creet pierced Priscia as she was, nearly screwed up for a moment, but Priscia regained her mind.
Even Priscia is already part of the Brody family. He's Creet's wife, Fame's daughter. You have every right to interrupt this conversation.
"Mother, if you are angry for me, please don't do it anymore. I accepted my marriage after knowing how Master Creet felt. I have nothing to be unhappy with about Lord Creet."
"Mr. Priscia, but..."
"I'm glad to be of service to Lord Creet. I'm just happy with my hands. Besides, Master Creet is so sweet. I'm really happy to have my daughter-in-law here, and I think it was a story I didn't have. Your mother, your father and everyone in the mansion are doing very well."
Priscia dropped her gaze on the floor once before gazing at Fame.
"I admire Lord Creet. So can we end this story now? I'd like to give Master Creet a quick rest. That's all I want."
As she approached Creet and put her hand on that arm and Priscia stared at Fame, Fame remained angry and exhaled a great deal. That's how I hold my forehead down with a fan. Then exhale again.
"Okay. It's certainly too late for that. Let's talk about this again when we have time. Good night, Creet, Mr. Priscia."
"Thank you very much. Father, shoulder, excuse me. Let me put my hands on you again tomorrow."
When Priscia bowed her head to Duran, Duran laughed a little and replied "Good night".
"Father, Mother, please excuse me."
That's what Creet threw and encouraged Priscia to push her back, so Priscia decided to go back to her room with Creet.
As she walked down the hallway, Priscia apologized to Creet.
"... excuse me... say something about your hand on your own"
"No, I should have said it sooner. Instead, I let you worry about me and did something wrong. I knew my mother would be angry, so I put it off."
Creet is laughing bitterly at her shoulders. Creet is not angry and horrible.
"I'm sorry, and I'm... I'm acting like I'm shielding your mother."
When Priscia whines, "Hmm?," Creet tilted her neck, then laughed.
"No, thank God. If you hadn't interrupted, I'd still be pissed off. When I do, my mother won't listen to me. You stopped me."
"…… then I'm glad."
Somehow now Priscia is getting embarrassed. Anyway, I was desperate to end that time and I mumbled a lot, but I feel like I made some pretty embarrassing remarks. Of course, it's good because I mean it all.
"Dear Creet, let's just go to bed. It was late yesterday, and you must be tired."
Entering the bedroom, as Priscia looked up, Creet narrowed her eyes, "Oh, thank you," and stroked Priscia's hair.
Get dressed in your nightgown, and you two go into bed.
"My mother told me, but I'm just sweet on you. He's older."
On the bed, cuddling loosely as usual, Creet laughed as troubled. I do sometimes think that Priscia thinks that Creet is sweet on Priscia. But that was a great pleasure for Priscia. I'm sure there's no one else sweet about Creet. If you think so, the only thing chosen is Priscia's privilege. What's wrong with my wife spoiling my husband? Can someone spoil someone who is doing an important job by cutting himself loose? That's what Priscia thinks.
Though he will be tired, Creet doesn't seem to be going to sleep yet and speaks to Priscia in a more relaxed tone than usual.
"Something sweeten you to me, too. Whatever. You want something or something? I have money... clothes, jewelry..."
Having said that, Creet looked at Priscia's subtle expression and laughed.
"You don't seem interested in that sort of thing."
"Not that it's nothing, but I'm still blessed, so no more -"
Yes, the Brody family has so much to offer to the mediocre Priscia. I also thought it meant that I would have trouble getting people to wear bad things because I was the wife of a famous nobleman, and Priscia was honestly wearing what she could give. Priscia, in particular, is not obsessed.
Still, among the upstream aristocrats, the Brody family would be dear out of group. There is also a family lineage originally born of martial arts officers, and more glamour than necessary has a foolish air. That was appreciated by Priscia. If I'm given any more glamour, I can pull my back.
Your Rand family is stable, too.
"Right. No need for assistance."
The House of Lands is a house that has been going on steadily for a long time, finely, while continuing to give the air of when it will crumble in the downstream aristocracy. Even if I look at Peter's character as a successor to the trail, I think that trend will continue. There is something like enjoying the position of a downstream nobleman, so my parents will surely refuse assistance or something.
"I wish I could spoil you, too."
Creet hands down Priscia's hair, dropping her mouth on that hair like a play. Enough, I feel spoiled right now. Priscia tickled and clasped her shoulders. Sometimes Creet shows no emotion for romantic things, but from Priscia, she's more than the ideal husband. Most importantly, very sweet. Fame was angry, but Priscia has never been angry about Creet's behavior.
"Can I spoil you enough today?
Priscia raised her eyes to an unexpectedly sweet voice color. The color of the man mixes in the eyes of Creet staring at Priscia. Priscia smiled, feeling the air from which the couple's fortune was about to begin.
"Are you not tired?
"Spoiling you is a higher priority for me now than fatigue"
Creet looks at Priscia when she smiles and accepts. When Priscia closed her eyes, a soft feeling was dropped on her lips. Creet's kisses are always sweet. It melts Priscia gently and slowly, but it gets a little deeper. Taking that stage of caring for Priscia, the kiss always fills Priscia's heart with something warm.
Even today, Creet gently lips each other. As I said spoiling it, Creet's hands stroked Priscia's hair and slipped to follow her cheeks. He caresses his ears and tickles under his chin as if he adores his cat. In the meantime, gentle kisses continue. Priscia inadvertently left herself to the soft caress of Creet.
Many times already held by her husband, Priscia's body has been completely replaced by a body that honestly accepts the pleasure that Creet gives her. My husband always graciously holds Priscia, so Priscia has never been afraid of this act. However, pleasure increases with each repetition, and I sometimes worry that I may be too frightened to show my dementia. Creet looks at Priscia like that in a fun face.