The Marquess’s Amnesia

At first, it was embarrassing and not everywhere I snuggled up with my husband, but now I can't help but enjoy the forest landscape from a much higher perspective than usual. The refreshing green smell strokes my cheek along with the pleasant sound of my hooves.

As my husband said, in the woods that it was managed, the path was well maintained so that small carriages and horses could run. I can't chat because I'm going to bite my tongue because it's pretty shaky, but it's just fun enough to watch the view.

Your husband's beloved horse, Gusto, is black and very big. I'm not scared to put me on in addition to the husband I always put on. Run through the woods with powerful footsteps. Blocked and beautifully tidied hyenas are shaking. I'd like to touch it for a second, but will you let me touch it later?

"Liliana, we're a little off the road."

That said, my husband changed course towards a much narrower beast path than he had ever run.

The speed has fallen, but Mr. Gusto goes without a bumpy path, thick tree roots or objects.

In the woods, I felt cooler than by the lake. The roaring voices of little birds and cicadas fell along with the leaking day.

"I'll be there soon...... yes, Liliana, can you keep your eyes closed, I want to surprise you"

My husband said, shaking like a child. I honestly closed my eyes, wondering if my husband knew the secret to not biting my tongue. The light of the leaking day plugs into the tyrosis and dark vision, even from above the closed eyelids. I felt like I could hear a lot more noise than I had just heard by closing my eyes.

"I see it. Look, we're getting there now."

I could tell by the glare I felt over my lid that my vision opened at once.

My husband pulls the reins, speaks up and stops shaking if Mr. Gusto has stopped his legs.

"Sir?

"Liliana, hold on tight because I'm coming down first. Don't open your eyes yet."

"Yes."

The warmth that was on my back separates and my husband goes down. I was in a position to sit sideways with Mr. Gusto, so I was anxious to fall a little, but soon again my husband lifted me up and dropped me off. But Mr. Gusto dropped me off, but not from my husband.

"Sir, you know"

"Ten seconds to go!

That's what my husband said and walked out.

Instead of the usual horizontal hugs, they are held with one arm as if even Cedric were holding them, so I held them to my husband's head so that they wouldn't fall into a daze.

"I'm sorry, too"

"No! Rather, stay put and you'll be fine! Stay!"

My husband grabbed my arm with the other hand and stopped when I tried to rush away. Sir, stay! And he told me again, and I knew I was scared, so I held him as I was. It's also difficult to balance when you're closing your eyes.

"Isn't it painful?

"It's okay, it's either good or good. Fluffy."

"Fuzzy?"

"Nothing. Look, we're here. I'm sorry to hear that, Liliana."

I don't know, but I was relieved it seemed like there was some kind of bargain. Sir, please bend over and gently lower me to the ground. My feet are full of grass, so it's kind of puffy. Oh, was fuzzy about this?

I somehow could see that my husband lined up next door holding my right hand.

"Come on, Liliana, open your eyes"

I slowly opened the lid that was closed

And to the sight that spreads in front of me I took a breath, holding my mouth in one hand.

".................. Huh!

What was spreading in front of me was a beautiful flower garden.

Red, pink, white, yellow, blue, green, flowers in various colors and shapes were surrounded by forests and blooming in empty spaces. There was a small fountain in the middle, with only one tree growing beside it.

There are also lots of flickering and beautiful butterflies that seem comfortable in the dazzling sun.

"... what do you think?

"I want to dream!

I put the overflowing joy on my smile and looked up at my husband.

"This is such a nice place, I've never seen it before! Thank you, sir!

"Ugh, yeah. If you were happy, good."

My husband looked up to heaven again, covering his face with both hands, wondering if his hands had gone away all the time.

"Sir?

"Well, it's the usual."

Then you're fine, and I'll stroke your chest down with relief.

These things happen frequently when you're with me. I thought it would be better to see Dr. Morgan because he was so frequent that Elsa said, "My husband in these conditions is enduring because he's going to overflow with emotion, moments and impulses. My husband is very sensitive. Don't worry, your wife has nothing to worry about," she told me.

I'm sure my sensitive husband is impressed with this flower garden. I too have such beautiful flower gardens full of breasts.

I crouched in to see the flowers closer. Elsa prepared a light piece for the picnic today in a soft corset made of cloth just for the waist, making it very easy to move.

Reach for the pale pink flowers that were blooming at your feet. Most flowers I've never seen. Grandpa Jamal, I'm sure, might know all the names of these flowers. Remember the shape and color of the flowers and open the drawings when you get home to the Marquis.

I get carried away and look around at the flowers.

Then something fluttered over my head.

Reaching out has the feel of a flower. If I looked back surprised, I had a husband who laughed like a kid whose prank was a success.

"It's a floral crown, it looks good. You're as pretty as a moon goddess, but maybe you're a flower goddess by day."

It was a beautifully braided crown with colorful flowers when I got it off my head.

"Was my husband made?

"Oh. I wanted to make it for you, and I practiced it in confidence."

My husband put it back on my head again when he pulled the crown out of my hand when he put his chest up good enough. Half up today and the crown fits snugly as it is braided on top.

"... thank you"

Just because a lover made it for me, my breasts are warm as if spring had come, and I'm about to cry overflowing with soft things.

"And this."

A white longitudinal box with a silver ribbon hung in front of me was offered.

I remember this situation. My husband gave me a dress the first night we had dinner together. This is how beautiful boxes were offered in front of me even then.

I'm more surprised than when you asked me out on a date, and I look up to my husband.

My husband retrieved the contents when he unlocked the ribbon of the box and lifted the lid.

What was in Bilord's elongated box was a thin silver chain necklace with the same drop-shaped gemstone as her husband's eye color and on top of it a small gemstone that I think I know is a diamond.

The blue gemstone, the size of my middle finger earlier but with a complex cut similar to the diamond above, reflects the sun's light and sparkles and dazzles.

My husband put the box unmade in his chest pocket when he gently lifted the necklace with his fingertips and put it around my neck that hardened.

"Yeah, it looks good on you. I'm sure the extravaganza will suit you too, but these simple things look good because you're so beautiful yourself. Besides, you can always use this."

"Dude... I, I can't have this, expensive stuff, I have no reason to have it..."

I sifted and shook my neck sideways, reaching behind my neck to remove my necklace. But that hand will be caught by my husband without any hesitation.

"You don't need a reason for a husband to give a gift to his wife, do you? Besides, this gift has a good reason."

Calmly, my husband took out a blue handkerchief when he slowly put his hand in the pocket of your own jacket. For a moment, I almost leaned my neck, but I realized that the Marquis family crest embroidered there was a gift I gave to my husband about five months ago.

"Duh, duh... abandoned, with..."

Elsa told me she was happy, but she's not good at lying like that. I just knew my husband didn't take it, and he still dumped me, and I gave up.

How is that in your husband's hands now?

"Five months ago, I threw it away without even looking at the contents. But Frederick recovered it and kept it properly. They taught me about two weeks ago and I received it."

I couldn't see your husband's face.

A completely different fear than when I confronted your father or sister comes along with anxiety trying to break my heart.

What should I do? There's no Elsa here you can count on, no Cedric to make me stronger.

"I can't help but get stuck being very selfish...... I was really happy"

An unexpected word came down and looked up in surprise and reflexion.

There was a husband there who was very happy to narrow his eyes and laugh, as the saying goes. My husband stroked the embroidery at his fingertips looking very important when he returned his gaze to the handkerchief.

"Thank you, Liliana. I'm sorry I'm late. Take care of it."

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't laugh. Against my will from the next to the next, tears overflowed, open my mouth and I was about to leak a clumsy whimper, and I bit my lips and leaned down, keeping my mouth down with both hands. A bright blue gleaming beneath my chest caught my eye on the clap I leaned over.

"Li, Liliana? Shh, I'm sorry... I'm really selfish and I did such a good thing about the habit of hurting you in the first place..."

I shook my neck sideways, trying so hard to deny the words my husband spins like I was in a hurry. Tears got in the way, my throat trembled and my voice didn't speak well, and I could only do that.

I returned the handkerchief to my nostalgia and my husband's hands, wandering gratefully, held me softly with hesitation.

Unable to refuse, I grabbed my husband's clothes with my face buried in his chest as usual, delivered into his arms.

I'm glad. I'm happy.

But the more that thought piles up, the sharper my heart complains of pain.

Don't remind me, please... I can't forgive you for wishing you were there.

I apologized to my husband in my heart over and over again. As much as that, I'm going to have zero feelings for my husband, and I'm going crazy.

The refreshing scent of perfume, which usually calms my heart, now just flooded my tears.

Are you okay, Liliana?

My husband offered me a wet handkerchief sitting in the shade by the fountain. That was a different water colored handkerchief than the one I embroidered, but I thankfully received it and wiped my eyes with too much crying and heat.

"I'm sorry, sir... I'm so happy, I can't stop crying..."

My husband, no, shook his neck sideways and sat down next to me in words that mixed truth with lies.

"I told you before you could cry, didn't I? You have too much patience, so if you're happy or sad, cry as you please before me."

"... thank you, sir"

I did my best to smile and say thank you. My husband, oh, and he laughed and nodded.

"If you rest a little longer, let's go back over there"

"Yes.... hey, hey, sir!?

All of a sudden I thought my husband had stretched out his arm so that he could get his back and back of his knee together and lifted it up and put it on my husband's lap.

"Okay."

"Hey, I don't think that's a good idea!

I rush to say to my husband, who nodded satisfactorily.

"Think of me as a cushion because I would have sat you directly on the ground, no matter how much on the grass if I thought about it"

"No, sir, sir, sir, sir."

Shame twitches and begins to dominate me. I scratch my feet trying to escape, but my husband smiles and has no indication that he will loosen the power of the arm holding me. Ning Lo sounds like a lot of fun.

When I realized I wanted to hide my flaming face, they caught me with one hand, and I could only lean down. Potong and her husband's handkerchief have fallen off.

"Why are you hiding it?

My husband's beautiful face was much closer when the arms turned on my back moved and I was drawn to him. My husband, with a grin that looks mean somewhere, peeks into my face. The opposite hand catches both my hands touches my cheek.

"It's bright red like a rose flower"

I don't mind my husband's hand if this happens, I tried to push my face against my big hand and hide it. Then my husband laughs with a funny throat. And maybe. That thumb stroked my lips softly.

"Oh, shit."

I called my husband in a voice about three times weaker than I imagined. Bright blue eyes reflected my bright red face and narrowed it down softly. The mere fact that I'm in those eyes is going to rupture my heart.

All this time, my vision seeped through carefully when I tied my lips to indulge in my desire to be there forever.

"Shh, sorry, too much bullying"

Then my rushed husband took my hand off and gently held me back. I could hide my wretched reddened face on that successful shoulder. My husband's big hand strokes my back like a child.

"... Liliana"

After a while, my husband opened his mouth.

"... Yes"

It was hard for me to respond.

"Hey, can we keep this up?

I snorted and leaned over to bury my nose tip in my husband's neck. Then I felt like the power to hold me together just a little bit stronger.

I feel the smell and plumpness of my husband all over my body and my heart is going to come out of my mouth. I want to escape, but I want to stay here forever. There's also a silly me who would like me to hold you just a little harder if possible.

In the silence where the wind shakes the leaf rubbing sounds of the trees, the vibrations of the little birds can be heard slightly, above all the breath of my husband nearby and his heartbeat shakes my tympanic membrane without clarity of ear, penetrating deeply and shaking my heart as well. It makes me more and more uncomfortable to think that you are also hearing the sound of my pulsing heart so hard.

"... Liliana"

"... Yes"

A big hand was once again attached to my cheek, prompting me to raise my face. In the midst of wanting to escape in shame, I slowly raised my face and stared back into my husband's blue eyes.

"You know my name?

To the sudden question I leaned my neck unexpectedly.

"Of course, I know. I'm William Ignatius de Lutherford, Marquis of Springfield."

My husband smiles all the time and strokes my head.

"Correct. Okay, I want you to call me by name."

"By name, is it?

I was inclined more and more to the unexpected offer.

What the hell is wrong with your husband? My husband turned that way for some reason, as if he were obstinate, to escape from my gaze leaning his neck.

"... even though the red others Al, Frederick and Arthur are names, I'm the only husband... that, yes, I think it's unfair"

"But Mr. Arthur and Mr. Frederick don't have family names in the first place, so I have to call them by your name..."

"I don't think it's fair."

My husband seems resolutely to want to call me by name. Sir, I spoke to you, but you won't reply, and you won't turn around.

I took a sneak deep breath and tried to calm my mind down a bit but it didn't work very well. But you have to play that role because your husband is desirable.

"... W, Master William?

I bit it, but I could call it.

My husband, waving back, made his face shine all the time.

"Again"

"W., Master William?

I've been requested for some reason. What really happened to your husband?

"Again!"

"Willi, Dear Am"

"It's a shame, again!

"Dear William, M."

"Almost there, again!

"Master William!

I could say without biting, I felt my heart pounding out again as I was bewildered by my husband's seemingly full laugh soon to convey his accomplishments and joy.

"From now on, if you call me husband, I won't reply, just call me by my proper name"

"Yes, sir"

"All right, Liliana's a good girl"

As if to always praise Cedric. My husband wrapped my cheeks with his hands and mumbled. It makes me look weird, but my husband probably, lately, has been doing the same thing to Cedric too much to make me feel weird.

"No, please don't, I'm embarrassed."

"It's okay, Liliana's cute no matter what she looks like"

At the corner of that one word, the fever on my face, which was healing, has increased again. My husband doesn't always know that a casual word can easily drive my heart condition crazy.

"Yes, sir!

"I'm William. Sir, I don't know a man."

I raised my protest, but my husband doesn't listen to childlike reasoning on his shield. I reached out and wrapped my husband's cheek around me, even if this happened.

Your husband's righteous face remains righteous with his hands.

"Thank you, Master William."

My husband, who blinked his blue eyes, drew my face when he smiled joyfully in my hand. The moment I closed my eyes tightly, something soft touched my forehead and held me tight while I was thinking about what it was.

"Liliana, Liliana, my Liliana!

It's a voice I played like a shake, and they call me by name many times, but I can't afford to respond.

I was kissed again, and at the same time my husband once again cut off the tantrum as I began to give the answer in my extremely confusing head.

"Next time, why don't you and I go to the theatre at night? Of course, it will be after I talk to Cedric..."

"Is it a theatre?

"Oh. I also called a needle for the dress for it to make it new, and yes, you stand out for my clothes. Let's match the colours or embroidery. That's how my parents used to go to plays and night clubs with matching clothes. Arthur taught me."

"My father-in-law and mother-in-law?

My husband nodded with a grumpy smile, oh.

"My parents seem to be as close to each other as they are embarrassed to see this one. But now it's time to go back, Sedy might be waiting with her neck long"

That's what I said. My husband, he stood up holding me.

"Sir, you can walk yourself."

……

I haven't heard back. On the contrary, it has a peeping eye.

For a moment, what bothered me, but I immediately realized that.

"Dear William... you can walk yourself"

"Correct! I'm not your husband, I'm William. Clever Liliana is specially for me to carry!

"Master William!

Either way, Master William didn't seem willing to let me down.

"Gusto, we're leaving!

When Master William called, Mr. Gusto, who was eating grass nearby, looked up and came this way.

And again, I will ride Mr. Gusto's back so that Master William can hold me. I took it off my head and held it in my chest so that the crown that Master William gave me would not fall.

"Liliana, I'll come back. I want to spend more time then."

"... Yes"

Master William also smiled gently as I smiled and nodded.

And then Master William spoke to Mr. Gusto, and we went back to the shores of the lake where Elsa and the others waited, after a secret flower garden.