The Resetting Lady

"I'm sorry."

Again he said that. Should we end with this? Karen lowered the snow into an empty plate. Or what are you don't? I can't do it. He's the prince. He'll be the king in the future. Even the nobles whom Berdyck wanted to be so should be bowed down. One who stands above all but that one decrepit king.

Here, be glad to offer. You are in no position to refuse.

“…….”

Karen sat across from Prince Louis. Lewis stared at Karen and her father with tension and a little wonder in his eyes, but it was a very short moment. It's none of his business. Prince Gwiz decided it.

with a slurping sound

The servants came in turn and began to serve a simple meal.

“…….”

Karen became very sorry to see the meal in front of her. It was the same menu as the children. The amount was small, and it was sweet soup for a young taste. I was wondering if there was a new meal coming out, and it was a food I had eaten before. But I liked the transparent decorations made of sugar.

"I hope you like the meal.”

"I'm sorry. Your Highness."

The nobles answered in chorus. But Karen was the only one who was concentrating on food in the hall. Unlike Karen, Prince Louise was smiling almost convulsively next to Prince Gwiz. The atmosphere was not very good. Louis opened his mouth first.

"Long time no see, Father. I'm very glad my father is here."

"You don't like your face much for that, do you?"

In a gesture apparently ignoring him intentionally, Prince Gwiz pointed to his son. Prince Louis answered politely with his eyes down.

"…I was just surprised to see you all of a sudden."

"Yes, I've interfered with your political situation."

"No, Father. I'm so happy."

The answer is too fast. Prince Louise's voice grew a little louder because she was embarrassed. If you touch the food here, you'll be a crazy girl. Karen lowered her eyelashes. The atmosphere was not very good. Everything was annoying and burdensome.

Enjoying other stories should be a situation where you can enjoy them to the extent that it's not fun to get on your nerves like this. It would be more fun if Prince Gwiz appeared with an axe saying, 'Dying son!' Karen saw Prince Louise's tiny trembling fingertips.

"Do you want to be a king?"

Beat me? Karen seemed to have heard the aftertaste.

"No, Father. I just made a slip of the tongue because I was with my friends."

"Isn't it too big to be a friend?"

He pointed explicitly at Karen's chest. Prince Louis was embarrassed. It is a famous story. Prince Gwiz doesn't like his son. Louis looked more like the King than Prince Gwiz, and the King explicitly favored his grandson more than his son.

The current king did not abdicate the throne even though Crown Prince Gwiz was middle-aged and did not appoint his close friends to major government posts. However, if the king dies, Crown Prince Gwiz will take over the throne unless a rebellion breaks out.

"Even if I were Prince Louis, I would think of killing my father.’

And that would be the same for Prince Gwiz.

"Aren't you and Karen Evans new to each other?"

"Yes, but he was gentle in character and eloquent in speech, giving joy to everyone."

Glory, little royalty. I'm so moved by this Korean-American journey that I have nothing to say. It's hard to agree with the content. Karen bowed her head to express her gratitude. Prince Gwiz saw Karen. Then he tried to say something for a moment, but stopped, and then he opened his mouth again. Prince Gwiz was obviously more interested in Karen than his son.

"Let's all have a meal."

in a twitch

At the same time, the sound of the tableware moving was a little bizarre at first, but soon buried in the musicians' performances. Sixteen musicians at lunchtime. Karen still felt relieved at the grandeur of the wasteful sound. Without that music, some of us who are nervous at the end might throw up.

"Today's ingredients are pretty good.”

That didn't ease the whole atmosphere, but Karen was able to enjoy the meat in her mouth and enjoy it. Prince Gwizu's eyes were burdensome, but what are you going to do? Karen focused on the food before her eyes. Focus on what you can do. All Karen can do as she wants is whether she eats the food in front of her eyes deliciously or not.

"Does it suit you, Miss Karen Evans?"

"Of course, Your Highness."

Karen replied with a smile. Prince Gwiz seemed to like the smile.

"You really look a lot like Catherine."

The laughable voice was appalling smooth.

"You look so much alike... It's not easy for a daughter to resemble like this."

Are you telling me to eat it or not? Karen was in agony as she looked down at the fork she had stabbed into the meat she had cut. When Karen's hand stopped, Prince Gwiz tapped on the table with his index finger. He didn't seem to like it.

"Keep eating."

"…yes."

"You don't have to answer. Just put it in your mouth... Chew."

Karen did as she said. But I couldn't taste anything anymore. It is not pleasant to feel that even the least human will is controlled. But without showing it, Karen chewed and swallowed hard. Prince Gwiz's eyes were embedded in Karen's cheeks and lips.

"I'm thrilled."

“…….”

"I feel like Catherine is alive.”

I feel like I'm going to die. Karen was amazed at the fact that she could not taste the dishes that the royal chefs must have made with all their might. I thought I'd get used to it, but I thought that eyes with that desire would be nothing. He still lacks skill.

with a slurping sound

Prince Gwiz rose from his seat. Is it over? No. Prince Gwiz quickly rose with his hands and beckoned those who wanted to greet him to sit down.

"Let's all keep eating."

It was just what he wanted to get up. a person who does not need to be polite or in order He was a man of that position.

Bam, bam, bam. Bam.

Prince Gwiz walked slowly around the table. At first, he went behind his son and looked down at the top of his head. The eyes were different from those of other aristocrats who saw their children. But that was also for a while, and he slowly looked down at the heads of the nobles one by one from the top.

As soon as the meal time was over, everyone seemed to complain of stomachache. Karen vowed to digest herself well. It was a childish win-win situation. However, the resolution was shaken little by little when Prince Gwiz stood behind him and stopped moving.

"Of course you should keep eating."

“…….”

It was a clean type but eventually an order.

In the end, all he did was to see Karen from various angles. Slowly, carefully. There was nothing left in his mouth, so Karen had to be freshly cut and put back in his mouth. Let's focus on the food. What is it made of? Let's just think about that. It's nice.

"You're cute when your head moves. No, you don't have to answer."

Prince Gwiz stood behind Karen. The back of my head stings. Karen kept her expression on her face and chewed hard. Karen felt at least relieved today that her dress was neat. But it wasn't a neck. His head was turned up, and his neck was revealed. Karen hoped she didn't get goose bumps on her neck. This is because I felt the tip of my finger pointing toward my neck. Let's focus on the meal. The man's index finger pressed his neck just below Karen's head.

"You look a little empty.”

I skimmed it down. Karen held back a weak groan. He pressed the end of Verdick's wound. The groans were so deaf to anyone else, but they were heard by Prince Gwiz right behind them. It hurt. It was a groan of pain. But he seemed to interpret Karen's moan differently. There is a sound of satisfactory laughter. He continued in a funny voice.

"I wanted to give something to Catherine. I think it'll suit you. I'd be glad if you could."

"Oh, my... Here we go."

Karen naturally recalled herself at the table serving Prince Gwiz. At least don't forget that there are many aristocrats here, even their own children, Prince Louis.

"Yes, I hope you do it.”

But to him, it seemed like a trivial thing. Every word and gesture contained a colorful meaning. It wouldn't be easy to act like this without using any explicit words.

Don't tell me to pull up my skirt while I'm eating. No matter how much he has played around so far, he has never thought about this. It is a different story to take off your clothes in a place where only the lewd are present, and to be stripped in front of parents and children, for example, those who go to the sanctuary every week to worship and confess their sins.

"Daddy."

“…….”

"Do you know Karen Young-ae's mother well? You look happy."

The heavy, heavy air like a glass was broken by the boy's voice. Prince Louis courageously spoke to his father.

Oh, my God.

Karen noticed that Lewis had misunderstood sex and gentleness. Unlike when Prince Gwiz spoke to him, his voice was unusually soft when he spoke to Karen. But it was a voice far from pure. The Crown Prince doesn't know it yet. No matter how mature you are, you are too young to know your last name. But it's Lewis who doesn't know, not Gwiz. Prince Gwiz seemed to know what his son was thinking. He laughed.

"…yes, I know."

But his voice was locked.

"But I don't think you didn't ask."

"No, Father. I'm curious."

Karen closed her eyes. You didn't notice. Stop staying still. You're hurting my feelings. His bravery makes his father laugh but unpleasant.

How dare you, me. You talk too much. Don't be like that.

"I see."

His voice was soft.

"I want to know more."

Karen felt a hand touching her shoulder. It was heavy. I could not see the face of the man behind me, but I could easily imagine what kind of face he was wearing. His eyes were brown like his son, but the chroma was unusually light, more like gold than brown. And his wrinkled face made him look more brutal.

Sometimes the eyes and wrinkles combined to make a face that looked like an animal was wearing a human mask rather than a human. He's probably looking at his son like that now. Prince Louise's face turned gray.

"I'm sorry, Father. I think I asked too much."

"I think I'm still going to tell you."

I heard a laugh in my ear. Prince Lewis bit his lips and began to focus on the meal, too. In the end, all we can do is finish our immediate meal. Karen held her breath and stabbed.

The children's meeting ended in discomfort and pretension by adults.