The Escape of Layla

All I could do was watch.

Like childhood taming, which you should also call your best friend, is going crazy for the scent of beautiful anemones.

I was born as the eldest son of the Duke of Ames family and was recommended to expand my connections from an early age, when I met him, the King Prince, when I was eight years old. Tied to the rugged title of son of the royal family and the Duke's family, we quickly became close to each other to the extent that we felt comfortable in a very fundamental place.

Sometimes I'm the same age by chance, and I always had a conversation at a face-to-face party, and I enjoyed talking about the shattered atmosphere and no other love where it wasn't public. Besides, I respected him as a man of his age and as a friend.

He did everything perfectly. I made it as easy as I could ask. I guess he was born in this world just to be born as a king prince. I didn't even feel competing.

Those days when he lives a life of no liberty on nobility without this must be rosy. I assumed that on my own, but the look on his face, which I show at the mundane moment, was somewhere boring, feverless.

"Lewis, you don't like to sound bored. I'm gonna be like a talker."

Good thing there were no people around him, and when he sat next to Lewis in a crushed tone, Lewis groaned without raising his gaze from the book at hand.

"Special, I don't think I'm bored right now"

The pale voice may sound cold depending on what you try to capture, but it wasn't as frightening as it is now from me being in a childhood position.

"... you look terribly bored sometimes like that. You haven't noticed?

"I prefer these days. I'm not bored. Besides, there's probably no way they're gonna fill it up any more."

"Well, that makes you perfect... sometimes I get anxious. As for my best friend's position, I'd like him to enjoy himself a little more..."

Best friend, it's Lewis who sends a blatantly cold glance at the word, but says nothing more. I'm not being honest, but for some reason, you're supposed to recognize me as a "friend," so I don't usually say anything either.

"If you ever need an act like that, let's make an effort"

"It will be as usual. For example, when I welcomed my fiancée."

"Anyway, no matter how cold a marriage you get, you can't get away with someone who's gonna be my fiancée. I don't feel any particular need."

"That may be..."

Really, he's the one who gets anxious watching that he lacks some fun. I wonder myself why I still do friends with guys like this, but is it because I still feel like I fit in at the fundamentals?

"Look, don't you have an ideal female portrait or something? I like platinum hair."

"Nothing in particular. If you insist, my fiancée will soon be queen, so be a wise woman."

"True, you're a dreamless guy. If you care about that, you can get any kind of warrant..."

The second daughter of the Duke of Ashbury's family seems to be a very beautiful girl, and I knew this firm heart couldn't possibly move. More than that, I'm just a little worried about the future of a friend who reads books without ever giving me a glance.

Oh, some princess wouldn't move the heart of this perfect prince.

Even though it's not the year I believe in Miga, I accidentally get one sarcastic grin. If this guy ever turns up a fever for porn, then I'll make fun of him with all my strength. Yes, it was also the moment I made up my mind.

Such an ironic wish of mine would come naturally and unexpectedly to pass. It was the morning after his engagement to the eldest daughter of the Duke of Ashbury family that the change came to my best friend in the solid.

The eldest daughter of the Duke of Ashbury family seems to be perfect as if she were an example, whether placed in academia or in manipulation. I visited Lewis' study to celebrate my formal engagement, even though it was ironic that the perfect prince and the perfect princess were uninteresting.

"Go ahead."

"I beg your pardon, His Royal Highness Prince Lewis. Congratulations on your engagement."

Even though I dared to aim to bless you with a tough tone, I accidentally mumble when I saw how Lewis was doing in front of me. Lewis was staring seriously at a portrait small enough to hold it in his hand. If someone else in red sees it, there will be nothing to read from Lewis' expression. But I would know if I was beside Lewis enough to get tired of it. Obviously Lewis was upset.

"... Lewis, what's that portrait? Are you telling me you were engaged yesterday?

Miss Leila, Lewis' fiancée, had not seen her in person yet, even though she had heard rumors that she was excellent. I hear stories about a poor girl with flax hair and eyes, but I can only imagine her blurry.

"... I've never met such a beautiful being"

"Huh?"

I thought I heard wrong. I can't believe that dialogue is spinning out of that solid Lewis mouth.

"The sight, the voice, the haunting air, the standing behavior, everything is beautiful."

"Hey, wait a minute...... no way, you fell in love at first sight? He could be you."

"... I'm not sure. What is this emotion? But I'm pretty sure it moved my mind."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell kind of pretty girl would bone that Lewis yesterday today? Based on previous information about flax eyes on flax hair, I was stepping on the idea that there would be no gorgeous beauty, but apparently the clean atmosphere was what Lewis loved.

Well, in any way, it would be a pleasure if the heart of this sturdy best friend was moved. I softly hope to Lewis' fiancée, whom I have yet to see, that you will at best scratch and disturb the heart of this prince, who is living a day too peaceful and perfect.

At this time, I was taking it lightly. At best, I was only thinking that I might see His Majesty the King drowning the Queen in the future.

Because I had no reason to know at this time that Miss Leila's presence would not "scratch and mess" Lewis' heart and cause the tragedy rarely seen in the history of the kingdom.

Lewis has obviously changed since she got engaged to Miss Leila. Sure, in a good direction. From my point of view, people became willing to enter into the discipline and public service that seemed to be doing it only as a duty.

Ask me why, and I'll get an answer that says, "I want to be the kind of fiancé that matches Layla's healthy endeavors," and I'm impressed not to think that love is something that changes people so far.

Miss Leila was, indeed, a beautiful young lady. Not only that, but also a perfect courtesan as a person, with a heart of mercy and a brilliant brain. Is there a man who doesn't shake his heart before that gentle, pitiful grin? To be honest, I was so attracted to Miss Leila that I envied Lewis.

Of course, my best friend's, I've never had the nasty idea of taking away a royal fiancée either. It was my first pale love, only to be admired.

Most importantly, it seems that Lewis at the time is discerning my feelings for Miss Leila, and every time I follow Miss Leila with my eyes, I'm clearly in a bad mood.

"Aaron, don't look too closely at people's fiancées."

"Anyway, I have to go through the process of watching you, because you're the kind of lady I don't want to see, so I can stare at you."

"No."

Lewis was, surprisingly, a highly exclusive man. Don't tell Lewis that Miss Leila will have a hard time with this even after she gets married, etc.

Most importantly, Lewis is so heartless that he wonders if she's angry in front of Miss Leila to show such an exclusive appetite, that Miss Leila can't be seen pathetically. Unexpectedly, I want to bake you a favor that says, "I really like this guy, Miss Leila," but if you want to do that, Lewis is going to physically jump me in the neck, so I stopped.

But later, if you think about it, no matter how much Lewis resented you, maybe you should have told Miss Leila what Lewis thought. I was probably the only one in this kingdom who was aware of Lewis' true thoughts.

Then about seven years later, Lewis' appetite for exclusivity towards Miss Leila had changed to what should be called obsession at some point. I honestly don't know how long this has been happening to me, because I've been beside Lewis. Just little by little every day every day, I was sure Miss Leila's presence filled Lewis' heart, and I felt that was coming to a point where I couldn't turn back anymore.

Fortunately, Miss Leila seems to prefer Lewis as well. If this is Lewis' one-sided thought, there's more to neither of them being saved.

Most importantly, Miss Leila was not even given the opportunity to notice Lewis' thoughts and, as always, seemed to spend time assuming that she was Lewis' decorative fiancée. Well, it might not be a bad idea to keep your feathers stretched out while you're at it, because if you get married, you'll hate Lewis' overly heavy affection.

After three more years, Lewis and Miss Leila will have a wedding. It's also quite ironic that my best friend and my first love's warrant will be bonded, but still I wasn't in a strange and bad mood to think that Lewis would finally be filled.

But such happiness of scheduled harmony suddenly comes to an end.

Miss Leila was in an unfortunate accident and she was unconscious.

Apparently, he was unluckily kicked by a carriage horse when he went out with Lewis, which involved considerable bleeding. The doctor said, "I don't even know if I'll wake up from this."

I was upset by the sad news so suddenly. During this time, I can't help but remember the nausea of Miss Leila's poor grin that I just saw at the night club.

"Louis."

I got word of Miss Leila's accident, and first I went to Lewis. In his undivided study, Lewis, as usual, dropped his gaze on the book, but somewhere irritating comes from the strained air.

"Lewis, Miss Leila..."

Lewis didn't give me a glimpse, and he was rolling pages as if to hide his frustration. I'm clearly grumpy, and I'm clearly depressed. I can't help it, because Miss Leila, who was so in love, was involved in an unfortunate accident.

"... not everything the doctor says, Lewis"

Even a miracle could happen, I couldn't say. If Miss Layla called waking up a "miracle," what would happen to my friend's heart in front of her? Usually you can slap as much reduction as you want, but all you can come up with is some comforting words that can come at these important times.

"So you're here to preach that whether Leila wakes up or not is God and his will?

The look on Lewis's face, laughing somewhere self-derisive, is painful and invisible. I wonder what I've just said that doesn't console Lewis in this state.

"I will never give Leila to Reaper, to God and to do it.... Leila is mine."

Lewis' pale eyes, who said so and laughed, dwelt on too strong an obsession. I've never been scared of Lewis before, but I can't help but remember the chill.

Maybe Lewis' emotions toward Miss Leila are out of what's so cute about being "in love". Lewis was imprisoned by Miss Leila to the point where he was almost certain of it.