The Escape of Layla

Did prayer make sense, Leila took her life. But Leila, who was allowed to see me after a few days, is weak and shriveled like a doll in the long run.

"Leila......"

Put on your flax hair on your cheek and look down at Leila's face in blue. Layla is beautiful even when she's asleep.

"... I wanted to see Miss Leila awake, but now you're off"

Subtle words to the Duchess, who watches Leila by the bedside. The Duchess is just someone called the hua of the social world, glossy in Leila's bedroom somewhere gloomy. However, I find myself somewhat more heartless than usual.

"Your Highness... this is what the doctor told me this morning, and I have not even spoken to His Majesty the King yet..."

The Duke, who was looking down at Leila next to me, tells Russia it's hard to believe.

"Layla may not wake up any more"

"Is...?

I also forgot to be polite to the Duke and accidentally listened back. If you look closely, there is a deep neighborhood under the Duke's eyes. The duke, who doesn't always show a gap, slipped his eyes unexpectedly as the fact that he was so far out corroborated the word.

"... the best in the kingdom... no, I'll get you a top doctor in every field right away. I can't believe Leila didn't wake up."

"I've already seen the most skilled doctor in this country. … but there is nothing that can be done with the power of medicine today, he said. No matter how many famous doctors you see, you can't run out of hands..."

"... I'll be back tomorrow. No, I'm coming to see you every day from now on. Leila liked Anemone flowers, didn't she? Bring something different in color every day. That way, Leila will be happy when her eyes wake up"

"Your Highness."

I realized I was badly disturbed by the embarrassing Duke's voice. The Duke shakes his neck sideways with a bitter look.

"There is no need for His Royal Highness Prince Wang and His Highness to pass under a warrant lady who doesn't even know if her eyes will wake up. … perhaps this engagement story will also return to blank paper"

"Say what..."

"Leila, too, should want His Highness to remember what it looked like when it was beautiful. Please, draw Leila's thoughts."

"... What are you talking about, Layla is beautiful even when she's asleep. Besides, Leila's decided to marry me for a long time."

Yes, Leila is mine. Now the edge of the conversation is returned to the blank paper. Forget to use polite language by accident, too, and stare up at the Duke.

"Anyway, I'll be back tomorrow"

I returned to the castle desperately calming my confused head. Afterwards, the words I was told by my parents, who gave me a sad expression, were still the same, and I was unable to enter the public service or study for a while.

Then a month later, Leila and I were officially put back on the blank. And, unfortunately, Lady Rose, Leila's sister, was to be honored for her new fiancée. Seems determined by the thought that the house that gives birth to the Crown Princess could avoid more confusion than change itself, and the information that me and Miss Rose are being kind. As for the latter, it seems to be a misconception that emerged from Miss Rose's obsession with me in recent times, but at the earliest opportunity, I had no incentive to deny it.

I don't care anymore. Whatever. If it's not Layla, no one will change.

In addition, considering my new fiancée, Miss Rose, I seriously considered suicide when Leila even told me that I should never see her again.

God and I seem to have decided to abandon me instead of keeping Leila alive.

From then on, self-inflicted days ensued. Neither official duties nor study obliged me to accomplish all that was required, but I get no sense of accomplishment, no stimulus, or anything like when Layla was my fiancée.

I thought maybe I should just forget Leila, but how could I forget her, the first time she moved my heart? My mind was already dyed with Leila so much that there was no other way in.

Whenever I try not to think about Leila at least, seeing Anemone flowers or Leila's likeable embroidery reminds me of all that poor smile from Leila. Leila said she wasn't around anymore.

I was going to touch it. I've even had hateful feelings for Leila while impulsively squeezing Anemone's flowers.

As I repeated it, I thought maybe I was going crazy.

Miss Rose, who became my new fiancée, stuck with me. Like escorting, they can only arm themselves to push their breasts, which puts them in a nasty way that doesn't seem like a very prestigious Duke's warrant. But it didn't even matter to me, and I didn't feel like paying attention.

Speaking of Miss Rose's only strength, it was that Leila and her voice were very similar. Behind its flashy appearance, only the voice is a poor voice like the sound of a bell. Most of all, it doesn't usually remind me of Leila when I'm talking to her, but when Miss Rose gets strangely sweet or mouths me unilaterally, I just don't know Leila's voice in that situation, so I could replace Leila.

While I thought it was too untrue about Miss Rose, it gradually became the only reason to put Miss Rose aside.

Maybe that's why I made a mistake.

I still can't believe it, but the morning after a ball, I woke up in a cot in a small room that would be the hotbed of a secret meeting, only known as the holding room.

With an unprecedented headache, I casually looked next door and Miss Rose in her underwear was asleep. It was called disturbed clothing of my own, red attached to the sheets, a sight too unnatural to say I was just asleep.

Although fiancée, the other person is an unmarried child. I can't believe I made such a mistake. Only for a moment, I found myself losing my blood and going. Miss Rose, this may be the first time I've ever been so upset by the entanglement.

I remember attending the ball, but I didn't remember what happened after that. Sure, I drank alcohol, but there wasn't supposed to be a concentration of alcohol that I could get drunk, which was more resistant than any of my friends. Above all, I can't believe that I drank enough to fly my memory in a prom seat with people's eyes.

But it was also true that I thought maybe because I was self-inflicted. The sweet voice of Miss Rose, which reminds me of Layla, also makes me undeniably likely to have been invited.

I sigh alone, looking down at Miss Sleeping Rose in some cold mood. It was strange that in this situation, no emotions or emotions would gush against Miss Rose.

Anyway, whatever I say in this situation would be an excuse. Fortunately, they're fiancées, and where new lives have lived, the worst wedding just speeds up. If they were Leila, I would have blamed them enough to curse and kill them about me, but I didn't even feel guilty about Miss Rose.

I wake up scratchy as I am, and I get an early, self-derisive grin. Would Miss Rose still want to be beside me like this?

In conclusion, Miss Rose had a child in her stomach this evening and the wedding was to be premature. Even in the wake of the results, I watched as I was getting ready for a wedding that was going steadily, more and more disgusted with myself that I didn't even think I was sorry for Miss Rose.

In such despair, God and I cause even more cruelty.

Leila woke up from two long years of sleep. In a miraculous state of weakness, but with no after-effects.

For the first time in about two years, I was happy to weep alone in the good news that shook my heart.

Leila woke me up. He stares at me with those beautiful flax eyes again. Makes me listen to that poor voice like a little bird. I can touch kindness like a goddess. Would there be anything else that would make me so happy?

But at the same time, I had never cursed myself more. I can't believe Leila said she woke up and she was going to taste so much despair.

Why, more importantly, is this the right time?

At the very least, if you'd woken up about six months earlier, it might have been possible to reconnect Leila and her engagement. I don't care how you scratch in this situation.

Miss Rose has my child. [M]

No, even without children, it would have been harder to break up an engagement with Miss Rose now than there was a fait accompli.

A little more, if I were firm. If you don't even drink that night.

It's too late to regret it. Leila won't get it for the rest of her life.

I can't believe I'm just going to keep seeing Leila build a happy family with someone else the whole time.

Live and kill is a good place. I would have given up if you hadn't woken up. I even had such a selfish wish.

But even such an ugly emotion blew up the second I saw Layla smile for the first time in two years.

Leila's alive. It makes me laugh. He didn't know how great it was. It's the girl who was even originally called the goddess. Layla just stays there and saves my mind so easily.

Even if we can't be husband and wife, as good friends, we can be beside only one beloved woman. Watching Leila get married would be hard enough already and you wouldn't have to hate the other guy, but still, it would be somewhat better than Leila staying asleep.

Even if it doesn't belong to me anymore, it's not bad to see Layla live happily ever after. Layla's smile for the first time in two years was destructive enough to make me think so somewhere crooked.

Besides, I was proud of myself for being able to wish Layla well straight away. Leila always leads me the right way. That probably won't change in the future. If Leila laughed, spoke in a pitiful voice and said she needed peace of mind to dance on her luxurious feet, I felt I could move on and work on even official business, which I only thought was my duty.

In front of Rose, I avoided the kind of attitude that prioritized Layla, so I couldn't say a verbal word, but I'll come see you next time by myself. Leila's poor voice and smile will surely even purify my rotten two years.

You should have embraced reality that way and regained enough room in your mind to wish Leila happiness.

Leila betrayed me. Out of my sight, I escaped.

When I got that news, I was about to go visit Leila with the most stunning anemone flower that was blooming in the greenhouse. I try to calm down somehow as I grip Anemone's flowers with my trembling hands.

How could Leila run away from two years of sleep and finally be happy?

When he looked me in the eye and lowered the servant with a frightened face, I was the only one left in the room.

The anemone flower then falls out of his shaky hand in small pieces. Various colored petals were scattered across the floor. Trying to trample on it, I walked up to the window and looked up at the sky. The sky is filled with a gray cloud, with quiet rain sounds.

Even if it didn't have to be mine, I thought that would be fine if Leila was happy. Until just before I got the news, I did think so.

But that's all in my sight. If Leila's running out of my sight, it's a different story. [M]

"... you're an idiot, you are"

If I hadn't even run away, I would have been happy.

I put my hand on the chilled window and cheated my hand down to scratch it with my nails. If you look up at the rain sky through the window, you'll get a natural grin.

If you're going to dump me and run, I have an idea.

I'll make sure I find you and lock you in a world just for the two of us. In that way, let this love drown you fully where you hurt and weaken you to the point where you don't even have the strength to escape.

Never rub it out of my hand again. Don't ever think about running away from me again. I want you to spend the rest of your life on the top floor of the tower, where no one enters.

If I do that, do you hate me? [M] But if this is the result of your continued endurance for fear of hating me, then there's nothing more to shy away from. I can't help but feel much more bitter that you're not around than you hate me.

I don't care why I ran away or anything. However, you should know the weight of the sin of trampling my heart so far scratched by you that you abandoned me so lightly and fled.

Absolutely, let me try to find Leila. And as it were, I'm not returning it to the Duke's house. Just look at the desk and send me the news that you're dead.

That way, now Leila will be mine. Because there's no such thing as imprisoning a "nameless" girl where no one can find her.

"... you should have done this from the start"

Leila is mine. This must be the right path. Let's get Layla before anyone else and lock her in a place that won't touch anyone's eyes anymore.

How full of happiness would it be to spend time alone with Layla? I'm sure it must be unimaginably sweet.

"Leila, oh Leila...... I'll find you soon, so I'll be waiting for you with a good girl."

Gently mouth one of Layla's portraits decorated throughout the room. This girl, who won't stop disturbing my heart, will soon be mine alone.