The Escape of Layla

The next day, in the warm day plugging browsing room, I was seeing Monica. Monica has been treating me the same way since she revealed her secret. [M] Instead, I feel like I've shown more groaning at my birth and more bare gestures to care for me.

"Speaking of which, I saw the Moon Shadow Tower yesterday. Monica was right, it was so beautiful illuminated by the full moon"

In the moonshadow tower, though it was not a very, but beautiful place. Does Monica know that "Altair's Treasure" is still imprisoned in that place?

'I'm glad you liked it. Actually, I was watching the Moon Shadow Tower last night, too. It is a great pleasure to see the same scenery as His Highness without trying.'

Monica smiles and sends a signal by hand. Monica is invincible because she always gives me the word I want most.

"One day, I'd like to see it alongside Monica."

It's not just the Moon Shadow Tower. I want a more beautiful view of the stars, the sky, the sea, with Monica. The journey around with her will surely be so much fun that it is hard to replace anything else.

"If you want to see the Moon Shadow Tower, you can always offer it. I don't work much at night. '

"Really? Then, on the next full moon..."

That's what I'm gonna say, and, uh, I'm gonna shut my mouth. Now that I have the keys to the Moon Shadow Tower, will I be able to stay in front of the Moon Shadow Tower with her?

Honestly, I still don't have as much emotion in me as my father did. It's just that when I think about the blood that really runs through me, I think I'm scared. I don't feel the voice of my father, heard in the Moon Shadow Tower last night, still ringing in the back of my ear.

- Born in such blood, you're a poor guy, too, Allen.

An obsessive blood that passes to the royal family. I wish I could have kicked ass if I didn't believe that, but I can't deny it altogether more than looking at a precedent called Father. Without a doubt, my father's blood runs through me.

One day, what if I did the same thing as your father? If I noticed, my fingertips were shaking fine. I'm scared, I can't help but be scared. I don't want to be the kind of person who hurts my loved ones for me.

"Your Highness? What is it? I'm trembling. '

You noticed my anomaly, Monica was looking into my face worried. When I can stare into the eyes of a hazel like a sunflower, I'm so restless right now. I can't believe Monica is worried about me at the time, even though I'm scared that I'm going to hurt Monica.

"... Monica, do I have to be like your father?"

To my question without any context, Monica gave me a somewhat cheeky look, but immediately let me try to fix a gentle grin.

"Without being the same, what?

"I can't say enough that I won't imitate the way my father imprisoned Miss Leila. At the end of the sentence, did your father put Miss Leila in that hand?

Shake Monica's shoulder to tuck in gently, and she stared at me with her eyes open. You must be surprised because of the conclusive way you put it about Miss Leila's end.

"I'm scared, Monica. I'm going to do the same thing as my father. I don't want to be the kind of person who doesn't even hate killing people if they drink me crazy."

His appearance and voice would be too pitiful as the king and prince of a nation. But that's not true, I wanted you to deny it because you can flatter me. I wanted you to comfort me because I didn't inherit distortions like my father's, the only thing that made him a living copy was his appearance.

Monica's shoulder, which I grabbed to shake, is thinner than I imagined, and with a little effort, it's going to break easily. I don't even like to think about it that way. It's too cruel to break Monica's shoulder, which is supposed to be her favorite opponent, even if she imagined it as a story.

I guess the tremor on her fingertips immediately passed on to her because of her hands on Monica's shoulders. Monica smiled as she lay her own hand over mine so that she could forgive her, moving her hand to gently stroke it.

Because I use my hands, I can't send the signal as I should. Still, I didn't like the way Monica felt about me.

I knew it. Monica is so sweet that she accepts me even if I'm as distorted as my father. He said he would not blame me or disparage me, that he would try to reassure me by enveloping me with a heart of mercy.

I know that it comes from the maternal affection shown by older women, who are only forgiving the younger Prince Wang as a maid of honor. I know, but I don't wish she had any special, intense emotions in her kindness.

The truth is, I knew. What exactly is this emotion of mine like? I admire Monica like a sister, or maybe she wasn't lying, but that was a long time ago, and my feelings toward Monica had changed so much.

I like Monica. Maybe as an object of romance. I have a fiancée named Cheryl. Thinking over me, I think it feels unacceptable, but still it didn't disappear. I couldn't admit it, but I can't pretend not to see it anymore.

No, it could have been much more dangerous not to admit this feeling of love for Monica as it were.

Because if you admit that this is an unfulfilled love, you don't have to waste your feet scratching.

- You don't have to dream about capturing her in the moonshadow tower.

And yet you are.

'Your Highness, I'm fine. Your Highness looks very similar to His Majesty, but His Highness's attitude toward Cheryl is very different from what His Majesty was toward Laila. Your Highness and Cheryl will be a lovely couple, blessed from all over the kingdom.'

When Monica saw the signals sent by hand, she accidentally had zero self-derisive smiles. Of course Monica didn't get my feelings. [M] And yet, what is this vacancy?

If you noticed, I was holding Monica's hand with both hands. I didn't want Monica to talk about me and Cheryl.

"... Monica is really blunt."

I nod as I gently deposit my head on her shoulder. I can't tell you this thought, I can't even find out. If this thought breaks through, I'm sure Monica will shy away from Cheryl and stop seeing me. Like before, it stops giving me an innocent smile.

Yet somewhere in my heart, I hated my impatient self for wanting Monica to notice. My self-derisive grin won't subside.

- Hey, Monica. Will you be the Lord of the Moon Shadow Tower next? [M]

I laughed when I drank the dialogues where I was about to leave with my mouth in jeopardy. Monica's confused hand gently stroked my head.

- I promise I won't touch you with one finger. Yes, I'll collect books from all over the world for you. I'll even have a writer spinning stories just for you.

In that moonshadow tower, the scene of capturing Monica comes to my attention reluctantly with intensity. Too painful, empty, and above all sweet to that sight, I was going to cry if I got caught off guard.

- So, huh? Please, Monica. Will you take me prisoner? [M]

I can't tell you, I'm desperate for a dialogue I shouldn't tell you. It was bitter as if someone burned my throat. No, you shouldn't be flushed here. If I don't, I'll have the same tragedy as my father. [M]

I'm sorry to hear that. You can't lock Monica in such a gloomy, creepy tower. I want her to laugh strenuously under the sun.

So I'll kill this love. No matter how painful and painful this thought must not be rewarded.

"Sorry, Monica.... I had a lot to think about when I was talking to Cheryl. I'm relieved to say that Monica's eyes seem friendly."

I looked up and took my hands off Monica and made her laugh calmly as usual. Monica had a troubled look on her face, but loosens her cheeks to relieve herself of the word.

"Fights and mistakes are tough between any close lover. It is obvious that Master Cheryl admires His Highness in anyone's eyes, so please feel confident!

"Ha, that's kind of embarrassing when they say that"

On the surface he laughed, but in his heart he cried. This Zama as soon as I realized my first love?

Shit, I'm going to really cry like this. You can't look so pathetic in front of your first lover.

"But I'm kind of relieved. Thank you, Monica. I'll see Cheryl soon."

"Yes! We are here for you, His Royal Highness Prince Allen"

Monica also stood up to fit me in the seat and sent me the right encouragement. I smile at Monica again and walk out with my back to her wrapped in the sun.

I have an appointment to meet with Cheryl today. She will already be on the royal castle as we plan to have lunch together.

To mislead my feelings for Monica, I wandered into Cheryl's waiting room. This thought should not be directed at Monica, yes, with words.

We reach in front of Cheryl's room, where she would be waiting, and Knock opens the door there too. I felt like the servants blamed me, but now I couldn't stop.

"Allen? What's wrong, suddenly"

Cheryl, who apparently enjoyed his tea at the window, stood up and greeted me. Blonde's hair reflected the sunlight and it was so beautiful.

Today and today, I am a beautiful girl. [M] I have no more princesses in my fiancée, impeccable in my identity and upbringing. There's not supposed to be anything, like dissatisfaction.

"... Cheryl"

Without saying hello, I was holding Cheryl. This is the first time I've ever held her like this when I think about it, and I can see Cheryl turning bright red and solidifying in her arms.

I honestly thought the reaction was cute. I always wanted to see Cheryl, who was usually so strong, staring at me for losing her words.

It's okay, I should still be somewhere I can turn back. Let's love Cheryl not as a childhood tame, but as a lover. From today on, any sweet words don't matter as much as you think you're disturbed. Because the right path is definitely supposed to be with Cheryl.

"Duh, what's wrong, Allen, all of a sudden this..."

"What's wrong with hugging your fiancée?

"Wow, I didn't say it was bad... but the maids are watching"

"You know best that we can't be alone until we're married, right? Or do you want to get married as soon as possible?

If I tried to fit her forehead and laugh at Cheryl at close range, she would have meditated her eyes all the time. You seem to endure the embarrassment.

Most importantly, I was surprised that I could say such pale and sweet words. I was going to not whisper a word of love until it came with my heart, but at this point, even in reverse order. As I shrink my distance from Cheryl, I'm sure I'll like Cheryl. [M]

It may not be an honest response from the side, but this would be the case at the beginning with the political marriage of the royal marquis nobility. I was too stubborn.

Besides, I felt this much dishonesty was acceptable if not to repeat tragedies like your father and Miss Leila. That's it, this is the right thing to do. I'm going to live with Cheryl.

On this day when I quietly said goodbye to my pale first love, I decided that I would never let Cheryl go.