The Escape of Layla

"... Layla?

That was sudden. One day, six years after Leila and I were engaged, after we met once a month, Leila accidentally came to my shoulder in a carriage that ran out to send Leila to the Duke's house.

What the hell is wrong with Leila, the perfect lady who doesn't disturb her gaze at all? When I understood the pulse slightly sooner, I looked softly next door with my expression tightened more than usual, and Layla leaned against my shoulder and slept.

Leila is always chased by study and lessons, so maybe she's getting tired from day to day. That's what I walked around in the sights of the King's Capital today, and I guess I'm draining my strength.

Suuuu, and Layla, who sleeps in a small sleep, changed from her usual perfect attitude by hitting and looking somewhere unusual. Even Leila is only a 15-year-old girl. Maybe this look is more natural if you think about it.

I have been dating for six years and before I first saw her unconscious look, I couldn't help but laugh. The comforting weight and warmth that I add to my shoulders made me feel like my heart would be filled without any help if I thought it would all be mine.

In the first place, it was the first time I had seen Leila's face at such a close distance. Needless to say, I have a more neat face than anyone else, but I realize her beauty even more when I look at her up close like this.

The flax eyelashes on the edge of the lid were longer than I thought and I wanted to touch them unexpectedly. But if you do that, it'll happen to the boulder. I decided to keep it just to see.

White skin to pull out, slightly tinted cheeks, small lips. Really, he's a hateful poor guy.

He accidentally turned away when he traced his narrow neck muscle, which seemed to break, and transferred his gaze from the colored dress to the clavicle he peered at. Because I instinctively realized that this was no good.

Oh, and I take a troubled sigh and glance back at Layla's sleeping face again. I managed to push my neck and clavicle into view out of consciousness, keeping it calm.

Layla's dresses were always clear. Of course, exposure is minimal.

But when I think that at night clubs the other noble sons can fit in sight about Leila's neck and clavicle, I can't help but be frustrated. Just being exposed to their gaze makes me feel very uncomfortable about Leila being molested.

I don't even care about Leila having conversations with other people. The men, of course, but these days even the sight of Layla talking to the friend-like ladies has been frustrating and confusing herself.

When will Leila give me peace? When will this mind be quiet making a scene every time I see Layla?

Somehow, that day, I didn't feel like I was coming. I just married Leila and she has a position as Princess Wang. It was also clear that beyond that, more than ever, it would be exposed to the eyes of every human being.

... I guess that's why I won't have peace if I don't lock her in a place that won't touch anyone's eyes.

Even though I know it won't come true, I let my dark imagination go around. Dream of locking her in a birdcage that no one can see.

I'm sorry Leila hated me for doing that. I told myself that it was only an imaginary story, and I concentrated on the comfortable weight to add to my shoulders.

I miss it, too dazzling a memory comes back to me, and I sigh unexpectedly.

Even though it was only three years ago, I don't feel like a long time ago.

The warm emotions I had felt back then, and the initial thought of not wanting Layla to hate me, were too far away to remember anything anymore.

It's incredible now that Leila and I had such a gentle and warm time.

Yes, with a self-derisive grin, I gently reach out to the sleeping girl in the dark room where only the moonshadow illuminates.

On his neck and wrist, he had a red and black mole that floated on his snowy skin, and he felt that his dark desire for exclusivity would be satisfied.

You fell asleep crying, clear tears accumulating in her eyes, pounding and zeroing into the claps she breathes.

It was beautiful and I felt like I could always watch it. Really, Layla is beautiful even when she's crying. No, I felt like crying would calm my mind disturbed by her much more than being able to turn that overly dazzling poor grin.

Sit gently by the bedside and narrow your distance from Leila. I took a single room hand of flax hair that spread like a wave and squeezed it with my fingertips.

In a sense, the status quo that captured Layla in this tower may well be to say that many years of dreams have come true. She can't go anywhere anymore, she's just going to live in captivity with me.

"... it's your fault"

Everything is, yes, this happened because you ran away.

I glanced softly at Leila's cheek, inadvertently deepening the mockery.

That day, if you hadn't even run away from the Duke's house, I would have kept my distance from you and you would have been happy where you deserved. And I should have been able to watch the way it went, as Prince Wang and as king to go.

You had a duty. [M] It is my duty to be happy in my sight.

You're mine, so even if you're not tied, you have to be happy in front of me. You had to show me what kind of topics you laughed about, who you were married to, what kind of family you were going to have. [M]

You can't forgive me for throwing out that duty and being happy in my dreams with a man who can't possibly be any horsebone.

So this is the end of the line. It was definitely Leila herself who pulled the trigger for this tragedy.

Wiping Leila's eyes tears with her fingertips, she wandered slightly. A mole floating around her neck that had been exposed to the clap seemed to be a sign linking me to Leila, and I felt that she was more beautiful and colored than any ornament.

"... what kind of dreams are you having? Leila."

Speak to Layla, who sleeps but weeps, with a surprisingly mixed voice of joy himself.

Do you even have bad dreams? If so, is that my dream?

and let the bed tuck slightly, packing the distance from Leila. I think I'm going to faint at the sweet scent that rises.

Apparently, even in her dreams, Leila is a painful statute for me. That was really pathetic, miserable, enough to fill my heart.

I want you to suffer more, more. Suffer, cry, hurt until you know nothing, and if it breaks that way, she's not going anywhere. In this place, it makes me a doll that just keeps breathing until I die.

I'm glad to hear that. Whether she hates me or resents me, whatever fantasy she has, I don't care. I can't afford to think it's her heart or her dignity.

Most importantly, it was Leila herself who made me lose that margin, so I guess I should say that Teng himself created this situation rather than me.

"It's your fault, Leila. From the beginning, everything..."

All the misfortunes that await you ahead are your fault for making the cheap decision to flee from me that day. You must understand quickly that it is you who should curse. [M]

I didn't know what to call this emotion anymore. It's a black emotion that I can't even control, mixed with hatred and obsession. It's already over the limit.

I look straight down at her face as I cast a shadow on Leila, exposing her unconventional flax hair.

--Your side of sleeping is so beautiful because you, are mine.

Mouth gently on the flax hair tangled at your fingertips.

In a gloomy tower where only the silver moonshadow is beautiful, I'm sure you'll still be hurt by me tomorrow.

With a dark sense of satisfaction with the fact, I had always burned the side of Leila sleeping in my eyes.