The Escape of Layla

I had a wedding.

With the sister of a woman (one) I've always liked.

I, Louis Altair, was born as the first prince of Altair, the kingdom loved by God and created by the sorcerers of the Miga. There was not a single stain on my birth, born of my strict father, a symbol of the Royal Altair, a silver hair and pale eyes, and my beautiful mother, the righteous queen.

And the superstition that "the direct descendants of the royal family will always have silver hair and pale eyes," without ever having to go off the law, I also had silver hair and pale eyes. It is often said that it is the face that resembles my mother's, but the colour of her hair and pale eyes look just like my father's and experience the royal blood flowing on her own.

Yes, I was the rightful king's son. Since I don't have any brothers, I can tell you that it was decided from birth to be the next king.

For this reason, I think he lived a truly peaceful life as the next king, without ever being involved in a major power struggle. There was no dissatisfaction with quality clothing, first-class food, advanced and lackluster education, any of which. I don't even remember rebelling like a child to the fact that my future has already been decided.

I had fewer opportunities to interact with my parents than I had been with a parent with the highest title in the country: the King and his wife, but I knew they were still valued. Besides, the loneliness of not seeing my parents was filled by noble family friends and careless servants, and I was filled with spirituality.

It was gorgeous at first glance, and I was very fond of days like a quiet surface with no waves.

But I still don't know at this time that a perfectly groomed and full heart-wrecking girl will show up.

The anomaly occurred on the day I celebrated my 12th birthday.

The royal castle hosts a grand ballroom, and envoys invited by nobles and neighboring countries from all over the country continue to dance in the glorious light. It was a sight I was used to seeing already, but I didn't feel bored, rather I was content with my own heart, which remained silent today.

Looks like my fiancée is finally going to be appreciated by me when I'm 12 years old. If you ask him, he seems to be the courtier of the prestigious Duke of Ashbury, who has been vowing allegiance as the king's right-hand man since his creation. Since princesses and others are often married from the royal family, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are in a kinship with the royal family. I laughed in my heart that I had chosen another title lady who could not complain to anyone.

Everything's fine. I welcome my fiancée, the rightful king's successor, the noble lady of the family, and the days of serenity and fullness will continue tomorrow. Yes, I thought so.

"Lewis, this is Lady Leila Ashbury, the Duke of Ashbury."

I was disturbed in an instant by a little girl who was introduced to my father and showed perfect gratitude even though she was only 9 years old. I think that could almost have been described as a shock.

Was there such a beautiful thing in this world?

Flax color tends to seem plain in in an aristocratic society with a lot of flashy looks, but the eyes of a girl with quiet intelligence and Rin's willingness were unintentionally breathtaking. The same flax-colored hair as the eyes is lustrous, and the straight tip of the hair creates a good product. Above all, the noticeable nose that passed better and the face made up of shapely little lips were as beautiful as a doll to say who saw them.

"I'll see you first. My name is Leila Ashbury, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Ashbury family."

Oh, is your voice even beautiful?

In the social world, women with glossy voices are more entertained, but for me, the voice of this girl was much more comfortable. It's a discreet, quiet voice of beauty reminiscent of a little bird chirping. I was so sorry to compare it to the sound of a bell.

In that, I accidentally felt the gaze of the adults and sensed them waiting for my word.

But I wasn't decent at this time. I can't help it. Because there was such a shock that a swan suddenly descended on a calm watery mind with no waves, which kept me at peace.

"... it's Lewis Altair. Nice to meet you, Miss Leila."

Only the thought of failure solicits a surprisingly unfathomable voice of my own. This is the first time I've thought I screwed up. My parents also look at me with a slightly surprising look, usually just to talk a little more humanly.

What if Miss Leila feels bad about this? I thought so and caught a glimpse of her on the sidelines, but Miss Leila didn't show one grumpy bare gesture, with a grin and a lovely grin.

That laugh killed me. [M]

Complete defeat. Perfectly beyond resistance, I was distracted by this poor girl. [M]

On this day I said goodbye to my heart, which kept me at peace. [M]

And then, my heart was all messed up by Leila.

Leila was perfect anyway. Without being proud of their increasingly beautiful appearance as they grow, both upbringing and manners go so far as to roar the adults. I was very fond of the hiccups. Seeing a healthy figure who did not fail in his efforts, he became increasingly attracted.

It's what I desperately put into studying to be the kind of person Leila deserves. The study I was doing as a duty also made me more enjoyable when I thought of Leila. A pale life was transformed by the advent of Leila into something exciting and fresh.

Most importantly, Leila was well hit and admired by a large number of people. Most importantly, no one approached her without darkness whether she was afraid of Leila's title as a courtier of the prestigious Duke's house and fiancée of Prince Wang, but Leila could be said to have been the admirer of the noble courtiers. We all praised Leila for being like a goddess if she smiled, and I thought that was a pretty accurate word. At dawn when Leila becomes the Crown Princess, she will become a popular sawdust.

Of course, the aristocratic sons who have evil feelings for Leila like such a goddess have naturally emerged, and this is the first time I have ever known the sentiment of frustration. Among many sons, Leila's sister seemed to be more entertained than you, much like Leila's mother, known as Hua in the social world, but everything with a slight glimpse praised Leila. My friends are no exception.

"Lady Leila is beautiful today. I envy Lewis."

One prom night, my friend Aaron muttered when he saw Layla accompanied by her father.

"Don't look too flirtatious at Leila. It's offensive."

Aaron seemed pretty seriously in love with Layla. Sometimes he bears the name of the Duke Ames family, and he was a wise man who would not imitate taking away my fiancée, Prince Wang, but his eyes were certainly nailed to Leila.

If I let go of my hand, Leila will be snatched by another man in no time. The hunch makes me increasingly feel for Leila. What are you gonna do, take your hands off me? [M]

There were more and more moments when I didn't think of the ball as anything before, and I don't think they'd care one day. I don't like it, but it's because I can show off the occasions when Layla talks to other guys. Because I'm a chaste Leila, I know the conversation content is also a light one that doesn't leave the greeting area, but I still don't care what I don't eat.

"If you keep it locked up, you'll be relieved..."

But Leila is the Lady Dowager. It would be impossible for me not to let anyone else see me. Besides, I did an outrageous thing about locking Leila up, and I hated her more than anything.

You were listening to me whining like I was talking to myself, and Aaron looked at me with a slightly pulled eye. It's about Aaron who imitates me like this, Prince Wang.

"... you're as obsessed as ever, Lewis. He's cute because he's unfathomable in front of Laila for that."

"That's annoying..."

"Why? In front of Lady Leila, would a calm and sedentary prince also be nervous and unable to speak?

"... if you can only see her for a limited amount of time, you should listen to Layla"

Yes, I don't need to crush the precious time I get to see Leila with all the voices I'm tired of hearing on purpose. Then it would have been much better to have heard Leila's little birdie chirp.

Fortunately, Layla keeps talking to me if I hammer her from time to time. The story spinning in her poor voice, however devoid of other love, feels as palatable as a collection of poems.

"Oh, yes, yes. I heard it. I'm sorry... I'm in love."

Aaron sighed in exaggeration, envious, but he grumbled that you had nothing to do with it and that in public it was going to be a crime of disrespect. This is the usual, too.

"But hey, in that case, Lady Leila won't even notice how you feel."

"There's still time. We just need to make them realize after we get married."

Leila will always be mine. There is no need to rush. Her poor voice, her beautiful eyes, her hair, everything, it's all mine in three years. I felt that only the sweet future of planned harmony controlled this love of mine.

"Geez."

My left arm hits someone because I was walking with Aaron in the ballroom crowd. Looking back to apologize, there was Layla's sister, your Lady Rose, looking up at this one with her big eyes open.

Miss Rose is a beautiful maid with platinum hair and blue eyes. They're charming the noble sons with their gorgeous beauty, and some of them have suspicious ears. Even the aristocratic sons with fiancées seem to hold back, and if you ask, they don't have a very good reputation among the aristocratic ladies. The dialogue that says, "Even though it's you, Lady Leila's sister," is a word I hear a lot.

To be honest, I didn't like this lady. I'm the one who eventually becomes my sister-in-law, so I'm trying to be as kind as possible, but the truth is I don't really want to get involved if I can.

"I'm sorry, Miss Rose. Are you hurt?

"Ah... His Highness Lewis. I think I screwed up my leg a little bit..."

I don't remember hitting him so hard, but I just have to believe him because I don't know how his legs are hiding under his long dress or anything. Besides, leaving Miss Rose with her moist eyes like this was a bad idea to hear.

"That's tough. I'm sorry I did that. Aaron, can you take me to the rest room next door?"

I was told why, but I decided to obey more than I have a third party's eye. Aaron knew Miss Rose wasn't good either, but he'd rather have Aaron without a fiancée than me with a fiancée take him and make strange rumors.

"Okay, Lewis... Miss Rose, your hand, please."

"Ah... no, you know, it didn't hurt as much as I thought. You don't have to rest."

Good day, then, and Miss Rose disappears in the crowd as she flees. Aaron took a big sigh as he stared behind it.

"... that's for you, Lewis. Be careful... If there's any strange rumor about Leila's sister with you, even Leila, like a goddess, will do her best."

"... it doesn't make any difference that Leila belongs to me for giving up her love."

Of course, I don't even want to think about Leila giving me all her love, and I'm going to do anything to avoid that. But it's also true that there's no way Leila can get away with it. I gave my love to her, and Leila has no choice but to live next to me.

Maybe this friend says Leila is too pitiful for such a thing. Even so, to the extent that I find the pity even loving, my heart was full of leila.

These happy and sweet days will continue to be extended. Yes, I believed it.

I believed you.

In the early summer when Leila turned 16, I decided to invite Leila to go to the Botanical Gardens of Wangdu. Because I heard from Miss Rose that Leila wanted to go to the Botanical Garden, which strangely followed me on the night of the example ball.

I'm usually only a depressed being, Miss Rose, but I just wanted to thank you for occasionally disseminating information about Leila. Again, there are things that only a family can tell. I never thought Leila would want to go to the Botanical Garden.

When it comes to botanical gardens, I also feel like a little tasteless place to take women, but if you're an intelligent Layla, you can just enjoy watching the plants. Or maybe observe the plant and even use it as a reference for her favorite embroidery.

I didn't really invite Leila out from me because I thought she'd be in trouble if she thought it was depressing, but this time it's just a different story. If Leila herself says she wants to go to the Botanical Garden, I'm sure Leila will be happy with it.

Usually, I meet Leila in a seat reserved for the implicit understanding of the Royal Family and the Duke's, but that's about once a month at best. I felt it wasn't enough was the real deal.

I really want to see you more, no, like every day. I want to hear that poor voice until I'm tired of it. I thought so, and there was so much I couldn't count that I wanted to invite Leila, but I managed to contain her with reason.

Leila must have Leila's situation, too. There will be some books that I would like to interact with my friends and read. She likes embroidery too, so she could be trying to make some great work.

Even though she's busy, she doesn't have much time to do what she wants. If you go see Leila without caring and pushing only my desires, you'll get Leila in trouble. If it must be the name of the "goddess," and Leila, who is tolerant and kind to her heart everywhere, I know she would accept with a poor smile on her face, but I didn't want her to force it.

Besides, if you have a wedding, you'll always be next to me. Of course, even after marriage, she's going to go as far as she can, but her free time, like now, is going to be so diminished. That's why I only wanted her to spend as much time as she wanted now. With that in mind, I could also put up with Leila's desire to see her turned into her wish that she would have a good day.

In fact, I saw her smile when I saw that Leila liked this sense of distance and that my chosen path was the right one. At this rate, I'm sure I'll be able to see Leila's smile next door.

The day I went to the Botanical Garden, I looked forward to going out with Layla for the first time in a long time, and I followed the Duke of Ashbury's house a little earlier than planned. Fasten the carriage, manage to pass the time by confirming today's appointment, etc., and pick up Layla with the promised carving limit perfectly.

Layla wore a clear cream-colored dress that day and was dazed by the same pity.

Most importantly, I'm glad you wore the hair decorations I gave you. Leila seems to take care of what I gave her. Hold your hand gently and he'll just blush his cheeks a little and grip back. Considering all of these things together, it was thought that perhaps our relationship would fall into a good category.

We've been in a fiancée relationship for years, but the truth is, I've never done anything that sounds like a lover. It's essentially like I've never even held hands, as it's only an escort to pull my hand in this way.

Speaking of greed, I'd almost like to mouth it if I could, but I can't help but think if Leila doesn't like it. No, there's no rush. We have three more years before the wedding, and we should pack the distance slowly.

That's when he had such a swallowing plan, all of a sudden, a white horse that was supposed to be connected to a carriage stormed out. And shortly after we recognized the sight, a runaway white horse approached Leila. It was all, really, a moment.

"Oh Layla!!

I accidentally screamed and pulled her hand, but it was too late. Horse hooves are relentlessly shaken down on Layla's head, and a luxurious body is thrown to the ground.

Red blood was pouring out of her forehead.

"Leila, Leila!!

Hold her thin, powerless body as she screams her name over and over again. My first embrace with Layla, who was so scorched, wasn't meant to be greeted in this way.

As I look at it, I lose my blood from Layla's face. He seemed to be breathing hard, but all the worst ends went past his head. I have heard many times about servants who lost their lives when they were kicked by runaway horses. In Wangdu, that's what happens.

But no way, I can't believe this is happening to Leila.

I prayed to the one called God for all this time, even though I had no great faith. It's such a beautiful Layla that God and I may want to put them aside, but I won't allow that. I will never forgive you.

Leila belongs to me.