The Escape of Layla

Your sister told the doctor that she might not wake up for the rest of her life.

After your sister was injured, both your father and mother saw it. People saw their blocking fathers and mothers with more fear than they saw their sleeping sisters, wondering if it was something that would change them so much because of grief.

In this situation, what the hell would happen to me if my sister found out I was the cause of her injury? I'm sure your father and mother will not forgive me. I can even think of being let out of the house. Absolutely, no matter what happens, only this secret needs to be kept.

I started playing again so I could escape such fear. But it's not more fun than before. Is the mind so hunted down just because it has enough reason to ruin me?

I didn't know, I can't believe it's so painful to keep hiding sins.

And while I was feeling sooner or later, what I had explored went so well as to scare me. Her Majesty's engagement with her sister was broken, and instead I became her fiancée.

His Highness was self-inflicted as if people had changed. From her beautiful pale eyes, the light disappeared and she began to have a constant look on her face. That was beautiful with it, but nowhere is that sweet prince I saw on prom night. The depth of His Royal Highness's love for her sister was almost as close to obsession, and His Highness, forbidden to go see her sister, even began to look at her portrait.

It was painful to watch His Royal Highness about to break, but at the same time I learn to be frustrated. I can't believe I lost my sister's painting when she said I was more beautiful than your sister.

I know, so much so that it's a good place for me to get angry. But if there's nothing we can do about it now, we just have to look forward.

I even approached His Highness. Let me take full advantage of the skills I've acquired when I've been playing with men. But His Highness just keeps walking away from me instead of turning towards me.

Even at the Duke's house, it wasn't funny that your father or mother just cared about your sister, who kept sleeping, to the point of bare servants. I felt sorry for them when the maids were massaging their sister's skinny body so hard, or moving their hands and feet to keep their joints from stiffening, but one day they also got to mix their mother's appearance with those maids, and I couldn't say anything.

Neither your mother nor your maids have given up on your sister, who was abandoned by the doctors and also by the royal family. I repeat my massage every day so that I can walk a little faster, believing that I will wake up one day.

Stupid, I laughed while I whined when I didn't think. I know it was definitely me who created this tragedy, but it wasn't funny how everyone looked at your sister.

Boring, regrettable, scary. All emotions mixed together and when things stopped working out, I played with the men who were in love with me. By this time, I had played with the noble man, so I also went out with a knight who looked good.

Among other things, my escort knight Erik was funny that he was just from a civilian and told all the fresh stories that I was unfamiliar with. Above all, unlike the aristocratic man, the way he begged me to love him straightaway what tickled my heart. I liked Erik like that, I started playing with him all the time from a certain time.

Some of you probably noticed the intimacy between me and Eric, but it doesn't matter if it's rumoured. Your Highness is still talking to your sister in the painting today. Rather, if His Highness seems to react to rumors, he's good.

In those days, I commit a certain lapse. It was so fervently flushed by Erik whispering love to me that he crossed the line one night. Each other, to the extent that their bodies got hot, they also drank alcohol, so they probably had a dull judgment ability.

I've been playing with scattered men before, but I kept the line to protect as an unmarried child. The men, the noble sons, knew it, so they never tried to force themselves to cross the line, never made a mistake, but the civilian Erik didn't seem to have that feeling.

I got in a hurry for this on the boulder. Though it's just one mistake, I can't say enough that there's no new life. Besides, if there's anything like a child living there, there's no way His Highness would know anything about it, so he definitely suspects my infidelity.

In that case, now it was ruin waiting for me.

I usually ask people to solve troublesome things, but I have to solve all this with my own hands. If I waited until the time of the coming of the moon thing, I would not be able to take it back when my life was really there. If this happens, you should already think you have a child in your stomach and take the next action.

... Anyway, I have to decide that I am a child with His Highness.

It was three days after Eric and I revealed the night that we were so determined. If we fabricate a fait accompli with His Highness now, we should still be sufficiently deluded. Because children are not born in the right number of days.

... When I get here, I'll have to do it anyway.

Then one more prom night two days later, I planted sleeping pills on the alcohol that His Highness would drink. His Royal Highness was resistant to alcohol and decided to serve medicine because he knew he would never get drunk with a cute drink like the one served at the ball. This is all I knew was so disrespectful that it wasn't strange to be executed, but waiting for me where I was waiting is a path of ruin. Then it would be better to fight it as hard as you can, even if it's dangerous.

I moved to the lounge and named small room with my fluttering support for His Highness and put His Highness to sleep. Remove the hair decorations and stab only a few of your fingertips with the pointed clasp ahead to keep the red sprinkled appropriately over the sheet. I didn't like stabbing my hand like a white fish with no scratches, but this time it's just unavoidable.

Then he disrupts His Highness's clothes like that, and then he takes off his dress himself and lays next to His Highness. If we keep this morning coming, Your Highness shouldn't be able to get away with it first.

Though it doesn't even seem to get away with it.

In the end, the prospect went surprisingly well. That night, when I made only one mistake with Eric, there was still a new life in my stomach, but my belly child was regarded as His Highness's child for the merit of fabricating a fait accompli. The wedding was scheduled much sooner, and the ceremony was supposed to be held as discreetly as possible.

Watching the preparations for the wedding going on steadily, I was now more afraid of deceiving the royal family, but there was nothing more I could do. I just have to keep one more secret and live on.

Whether I was pregnant or the wedding was sooner, Your Highness didn't change one complexion and didn't hang a lot of words. Honestly, that determined my mind more than I could have imagined. I couldn't help but feel really hard. No matter how ill I was with the obstruction, His Highness never came to see me, and it seemed as though the only one in His Highness's will was still your sister.

After all, I regretted it, and I hated my sister for making me taste such miserable thoughts, and I let myself increasingly solicit negative feelings for my sister.

And at such a great time, your sister woke up.

When I heard your sister woke up, I was delighted to raise my voice unexpectedly.

It would have seemed like a sister to me by the side.

... Wonderful, sister. I can't believe you went out of your way to wake up to see my happiness!

I was told to break my engagement with His Highness, and if I found out I had a child in my stomach, my boulder sister would look unusual too. Imagining that ugly and distorted moment in the face of the good man, I hadn't felt my heart jump in a long time.

The day after I received the news, I headed with His Highness to pay my respects to my sister. It would surely be more shocking if His Highness and I went to visit rather than go alone. His Highness looked reluctant, but if I moistened his eyes, he followed me with a small sigh.

My sister, who had been asleep for as long as two years, was ugly and thin because she had connected her life with minimal nutrition. Eat a lot and your body will gradually go back to normal, but the wound on your forehead kicked by a horse still lingers.

It's just been a really long time since I've seen your sister, and to be honest, I'm pretty confused. Only for a moment, guilty feelings arise as to whether I have made your sister look like this. But it was a truly transient emotion, and my heart quickly filled with ugliness.

Even seeing you cut so weak, my negative feelings for my sister, who monopolizes my first love's heart as much as I hate her, only weakened a little. It makes me feel so mean.

Your Highness's heart will surely continue to be directed at your sister. I can't get it all my life. On the contrary, it may not even come true to touch it.

Then I guess I'll be forgiven for being a little mean.

If you were mean to me in this situation, my boulder sister would say about one of her dislikes. I once again looked forward to the moment when my sister, the perfect courtesan, would disturb me.

Yet your sister smiled at me.

Without knowing one thing about what I'm doing, he turned a pathetic grin on me like this, merciful of the other.

The frustration I felt at that time was truly unspeakable. That smile of your sister, instead of cleaning up the inferiority that kept smoking, turned her into something so clear that she could never ignore it again.

Maybe I can't get over this guy. I didn't want to admit it, but I almost intuitively thought so. I will never forget the sense of defeat I felt then. I managed to stay strong and disgusted, but I did my best by doing the spot.

That's enough. Let's keep your sister out of this. Even your sister will want that. Something that doesn't have the chili that ugly emotions recruit just enough to care about your sister. No matter how much I continue to hate your sister, this doesn't just make me miserable.

I hope you don't like me or anything about this - no, no wonder they already hate me. That's how I want you to forget me quickly. Even with a scratch on his forehead, there are many men who wish to marry their sister, as well as a lot of young ladies who have sent embroidery pieces to visit her many times waiting for her sister to wake up.

Yes, I'm sure your sister will be able to return to the social world soon. Just stay out of my way and be happy.

I felt sarcastic somewhere, but yes, I secretly wished my sister happiness. And I swore in my heart that I would never come near my sister again. I'm done, I wanted to be free of your sister. I'm sure your sister would feel the same way.

But he didn't get that wish for your sister.

Your sister has escaped. Fill your little travel bag with just boring magpies and your favorite embroidery tools.

Because of that small amount of luggage, I thought they probably went to a Luwayne monastery, but no matter which monastery I looked for, they said they didn't look like my sister. The Duke's family, as if the light had not returned in a long time due to her sister's awakening, was to taste despair again in this event.

There is no way that your sister, a biological warlord, can make money and go live alone. In that case, there was only two possibilities left: whether you had been kidnapped or died somewhere.

By the time a month had passed, your father and mother seemed to be starting to be ready. Your sister said maybe she won't be back again. One by one, he began to refuse to speak to his sister, who had arrived scattered in the Duke's house.

I felt my heart erode again when I saw the look on the face of my father and mother, who had engraved despair, although it was clear to me that my sister would finally be relieved of her sense of inferiority towards her by her escape.

I always am. I don't realize what my actions mean until it's too late.

Well, your sister, she may have died alone somewhere.

Imagining the body of my sister being struck by the rain, I felt the depths of my chest hurt a little bit somehow. One day, it's the same pain I felt when I disparaged my tutor.

Though I thought about how clean it would be if your sister was gone, I never even thought about wanting her to die. Just a little bit, if I could see that perfect good guy side distorting moment, that would have lightened my mind.

... I know. It's all my fault, too.

At least something could have changed if I hadn't been mean to my sick sister when I visited her. Maybe that attitude of mine was hunting down your sister.

... well, if it weren't for me, your sister would still be laughing next to His Highness.

I knew the sin I had committed every time it happened, but I finally realized the weight of it when your sister was gone. It's all me who made your sister unhappy, and who made her first love sick that she liked and couldn't wait to see.

I didn't really want to cause this far. I just wanted to tell everyone to make things right with their beloved sister.

Even though I didn't even know who it was an explanation for, my tears dropped zero. It's been a really long time since I've had tears that aren't meant to move people around and play. That's how heartbreaking and painful I couldn't help it.

Time went by early, and a month and a half went by without finding your sister.

Dressed in a pure white dress of the finest products made by the most skilled craftsmen in the kingdom, he confirms himself with a luxuriously decorated look. The design changed to hide the belly, which began to swell a little, but the fluffy shape was also adorable again.

Yes, it was my wedding and His Highness's wedding today. It was such a scorching wedding with His Highness, but I feel heavy all morning.

I in the mirror, though still the beauty that overwhelms others, somehow didn't seem so happy.

If it's true, this dress was supposed to be summoned by your sister.

If my plain but clear sister wore this luxurious dress, she would have been beautiful enough to snort the alias "Goddess" as well. The people must have sincerely blessed such a beautiful and pure princess king.

How about me? Am I uglier and more guilty than any sinner in this kingdom of bearing the secret that I nearly killed your sister and the sin of falsifying the father of my belly child? My true appearance is black, even though my eyes are so gorgeous. I can't help but think that Tiara, who was put on top of her head, is as bitter as a shackle.

I wonder if I could do anything until this happened.

If I was alarmed, I would have had zero tears. When it comes to having a grand ceremony, it's important for the bride to be crying. For the first time at this time, I made an expression against my emotions.

Your sister has always done such a hard thing with such a cool face.

My heart just gets rough when I become His Highness's fiancée.

... it's like the beginning of a living hell.

Among the most splendid churches in the kingdom, watching those who bless us with a smile, I set foot on Virgin Road in a painful mood.