The Escape of Layla

A rose as bright as blood, blooming in front of me. It's blurry somewhere, but this view looked familiar. This is, yes, the sight of His Royal Highness and I when we were walking through the Royal Castle greenhouse when we met for a year.

"Well! That's a brilliant rose. Smells good..."

The flowers, strictly managed by a first-rate gardener, were all breathtaking and I was only a little shaken at this time when I said I was next to His Highness. Most of all, for a 10-year-old girl now, it was a dance that should have been commensurate with her age, but she was ashamed of herself for floating too much after returning to the mansion.

I don't like roses that much, but beautiful things are beautiful. It is also a flower that often appears in embroidery motifs, and it is no harm to observe it carefully on this occasion. I was staring at the red rose to eat in that way.

His Royal Highness said nothing and looked down at me looking at the rose. As always, there's no temperature in that eye, and staring back here doesn't move fine dust either. By this time, a year after becoming His Highness's fiancée, I had noticed both His Highness's oligarchy and His Highness's diminution of interest towards me, but I still looked forward to seeing His Highness. The time spent away from the Duke's house, just with His Royal Highness, was a kind of unrealistic and heart-pounding thing.

"What flowers does Your Highness like?

It was always from me to shake the subject. If I did not speak, I would have tried to be particularly careful from the moment I realized that the silence would only come that would last forever. My relationship with Your Highness is not so intimate that I think silence is not awkward. Besides, I also felt like not boring His Highness at all would serve as the fiancée imposed on me.

I never thought about it.

His Highness groaned so boringly, looking over the greenhouse with unreadable eyes of emotion.

... With all these beautiful flowers, you don't have a single flower that moves His Highness's heart.

That, I'm sure, is supposed to be too lonely, but I was naturally receptive at this time. Instead, even such beautiful flowers could not move His Highness's heart, so he deepened his perception that my presence and other things were too trivial for His Highness.

In the scent of sweet flowers, fu, find the adorable flowers that blossomed among the large circle of flowers. That flower, available in a variety of colors, was my favorite anemone.

"I like anemones. You're blooming in this greenhouse, too."

The little anemones are a little plain to put in the Royal Palace greenhouse. Maybe someone in the royal family likes Anemone flowers.

There were all these gorgeous flowers all around Anemone that caught my eye, and that was what made this flower adorable to reject. It was small, poor, and then there was a clear color, and at this moment I liked Anemone even more.

I fall in love with Anemone's flowers for a while as it is, and I realize it. It inadvertently created silence. It would have been a topic of no concern to His Highness above this, such as the story of my favorite flowers that I am not interested in. I apologize for letting my gaze wander gently, biting the thought of failing.

"... I'm sorry, I'm a little blurred"

It disqualifies me as your fiancée to bore Your Highness. With such bitter thoughts, I look up to His Highness softly. At that moment we intertwined our gazes and realized His Highness was looking down on us.

"I don't care"

When His Highness told him so palely, he missed sight of the lid. Maybe they really don't care. I looked over at the greenhouse correctly, regretting somewhere in my heart that I could hardly pack the distance.

"You smell so sweet that you're going to get drunk."

Inhaling deeply, it smelled so sweet that I could really remember to faint. His Highness can't change one complexion for this sweetness either, so I think he's an oligarchy person everywhere.

Second, His Highness accidentally reached for my hair as he stared at me. I don't even show the bare gesture of touching me, except when I escort, so I get weirdly distracted. But when I saw a piece of anemone petal gripped in His Highness's hand that touched my hair, I guessed why.

"Ah... you stuck around sometime. Sorry I bothered you."

I guess it stuck to me at some point because I was staring at the anemones to eat in. I shrugged too much, and I lay my eyes down lightly in embarrassment.

His Royal Highness was touching my hair even when she took Annemone's petal. Maybe he thinks it's unusual because he usually sums it up. When His Highness tangles flax colors in his fingers, he can really only loosen his cheeks for a moment, heh.

That was such a trivial change of expression that I would definitely miss it if I wasn't the one beside His Highness. I don't know what you liked about it, but I am very pleased with the soft look on His Highness's face that is rarely seen.

Perhaps the emotions I had at this time were closer to the joy of a friend who rarely laughed at me than in love. His Royal Highness had a slightly more expressive impression when he was with his friends, so he finally realized that I, too, might have been able to join them just a little bit.

Really, it's a nostalgic sight. I can't believe His Highness was so happy to just loosen his expression a little bit. Very unthinkable now.

- A lot, you had a cute relationship.

Signalling an unintentionally ringing voice, the greenhouse disappears and the neighborhood switches to a white world. Eventually the view changed slightly and I was in a place similar to the ice chapel. I feel a strange sense of security in the scent of a fluffy, drifting white lily and the white light that swung from nowhere. It was very comfortable.

"Well... by this time, I was desperate to walk over"

Until the end, I was going to try to walk over to His Highness. Although, in the end, it was only on my own, and it only accelerated His Highness's distortion.

I was watching sweetly. Neither did His Highness's thoughts discern how cruel the end waited for before the thought was distorted.

I can't recall much of the shock and pain when His Highness stabbed me in this blurry dream. Fortunately, I guess you should think. If I continue to suffer even in this dream, I feel that somewhere in my heart is going to break.

- From the side, maybe it's sad love.

In white light, slightly mixed with silver and pale. That color, ironically reminiscent of His Highness, strangely made me feel sentimental.

- But Leila's too cautious. There's too much clearance against the man who strangled you.

To the sighing Rin voice, I have no choice but to zero an ambiguous grin. What she says is fine. But I didn't want to think His Highness was serious about trying to take my life. You'd be right if they told me that was also a kind of escape, but still, I wanted to believe in the calmness of His Highness, the first time I fell in love, in correctness.

I have distorted your Highness. Although the part due to force majeure and repeated unluck is quite large, the culprit must be me. That's why I decided to keep the facts in mind as facts, although I don't feel comfortable accepting that they were unjustly hurt.

"... being stabbed is so painful and scary. I didn't know."

- You don't have to know, do you? Me and you are scattered.

I smile vaguely at the silver and ethereal glimpses in the snowy white light.

"... but I'm glad you're here. I'm alone in this place because I miss you so much."

- I told you I wasn't anywhere. This is like your dream.

I gently receive the light that has fallen like snow in my palm. I don't feel the temperature, but it melted quickly and I couldn't see it.

"Then why don't you show yourself? I'd like to talk to you closer."

- You're an idiot. When you see me, you won't be able to go back to Leannhardt.

"... yes, is it"

I know, about how critical the situation I'm in is. Because it was not strange that he was dead and bleeding. But my heart was too restless to accept that reality, and now I was at my best by playing with the scent of white lilies like this.

- But fine. I'll talk to you. How about Leannhardt? That's about all we have in common.

"Are you referring to Mr. Leanhardt..."

I was the one who said I wanted to talk to you, but having a girly conversation in this situation feels like a mess. But I'm sure, as she points out, it's about Mr. Leanhardt when it comes to what could be a common topic between me and her. Maybe that's not a bad idea either, because it's a dream that includes such imbalances.

- What does Leila like about Leanhardt?

All of a sudden he asks a question that he has about a straight ball, and he manages to spin the words, even though he is confused.

"Right...... I like it just because he is him, but I still especially like the fact that you have a kind and loving heart and the area that keeps the atmosphere a little strange together. And the smiling face is somewhere cute, but the colour is sloppy."

There's actually a lot more to what I like, but I don't get out when I try to put it into words. Besides, the odd lighting odor didn't stick to me when I said it was in my dreams.

- Wow, you're in love... If Leannhardt hears about it, he's going to rise.

"What do you like about that?

I can't wait to be embarrassed to be pursued any further. I forced myself to point the spearhead of the story at her.

- Well... I guess I can't leave you alone. As far as I'm concerned, you seem to be a pretty decent guy now, but you weren't nice, that guy.

"Is Mr. Leanhardt here?

- Yeah, I was honestly scared at first because I keep saying cruel things with a beautiful face.

"I can't imagine."

I really can't think of any unkind Mr. Leanhardt. The smell of white lilies made me laugh.

- The essence won't have changed, so you better be careful. No wonder Leanhardt, who I know, is burning the kingdom in the wake of this.

"... you say something scary"

- You must be aware of that, too. Because he's a very clumsy man.

One excuse for clumsiness is not to have destroyed the country, but some princesses were quite optimistic. Maybe the dead are easy in a way.

But it's true that she's right, that it has shocked Mr. Leanhardt as much as that. I was wearing a pendant, so I'm sure Mr. Leanhardt would be here by now, but I had a chest ache wondering what look he would have seen me unconscious. Moreover, and more importantly, he is stabbed following the same procedure as when Princess Amelia died, so there is no doubt that he is choosing the wound of his heart.

"... you've done something wrong to Mr. Leanhardt"

No matter how many times I apologized, it turned out to be an unacceptable situation. I've been giving Mr. Leanhardt a hard look these days.

- Well, if I die like this, I'm not going to forgive you.

Rin's voice seeps a little anger and says so clearly. Even I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if there was something like dying like this. I don't want to think of dying on my own, just hurting Mr. Leanhardt so heartfelt. But now that I'm stuck in my dreams, I just had to pray to wake up somehow.

"You... you support me to be happy with Mr. Leanhardt"

Rin's voice laughed like a fool to say it was a question. It feels like a high flying car at any rate, and it's a princess way of laughing.

- Of course, I want him to be happy. I'm sure if Leila were in this position, it would seem natural.

"What do you think? I'm not as refreshing as you, so I'm going to end up like an evil spirit."

- Evil spirits or whatever, he'd love it if you were here.

Indeed, given the depth of Mr. Leanhardt's thoughts, I feel that way. From time to time, I couldn't deny feeling scared blind. The power of love is sloppy and mighty because there should certainly be a part in common with His Highness in terms of blindness, but you still don't dislike Mr. Leanhardt.

"... you want to live and see him if you can"

- Of course, that's the best part. This is where Leannhardt works. Now if you can get Layla back, spoil her as much as you want.

"If that's okay with you, I'll give you that as much as he wants."

- Just want it, right? I wonder if Lenhardt will ever be satisfied...... Leannhardt, who I know, wouldn't imitate it to hurt Leila, but it wouldn't be weird to do enough to surround the mansion and protect it forever.

"Hehe, I'm sure Mr. Charlotte won't forgive you for that."

- Charlotte?... Oh, you're Leannhardt's sister. Yeah, I can't believe I made it clear to Lienhardt that you're not a good sister.... I missed you.

In the last word, there is a slight seep of regret and sorrow, which unwittingly gets stuck in the words. I'm sure she and Mr. Charlotte would have felt very comfortable. Surrounded by two distinct personalities, it seems to come to my attention how Mr. Leanhardt can be said.

Is there one more thing here, the appearance of a happy future that was supposed to exist? It's not the same as sympathy again, but remember the uncut and look up at the blurry white light. Aren't we under a curse where our first love doesn't come true?

When you think blurry about the two loves that didn't come true, the white light starts to shake unexpectedly. There is even something in the light that disappears all the time, making it look like it's saggy. To the sudden change, I wandered my gaze toward her invisible.

"... What's this?

- Looks like you picked me up.

When Rin's voice dulls, she laughs, the scent of flutter and white lilies becomes stronger. It felt as if she was laughing next door.

- Leanhardt or Reaper? Well, I wonder which.

"... I want you to be Mr. Leanhardt."

- Yeah, I hope so, too.

Rin's voice made me laugh all the time wondering if I told him that in some lonely voice.

- Goodbye. You'll forget about this dream, but it was fun.... If you were alive, I'm sure you'd be happy with Leannhardt.

Feeling the sudden loneliness in that dialogue, I unwittingly lay my hands on the white light to flaunt her. Even so slightly, the white world in front of us was beginning to collapse, with views melting very similar to the ice chapel.

"Huh... I promise -"

Princess Amelia, and when I almost say so, the wind rolls. In the feeling that my voice and everything are scratched off, only for a moment, the scent of white lilies becomes stronger. I zeroed a grain of tears at its warmth like it was being embraced.

I promise you, Princess Amelia.

If I were alive, I would surely make that sweet sorcerer of ours happy.

In exchange for such promises with the fragrance of gradually fading white lilies, my consciousness in my dreams was broken.