The man, who revealed himself refreshed, smiled at me nicely.
"Looks like you misplaced it, Remilia. Welcome."
"Sorry to disturb you, Your Highness"
I pinch my skirt and break my knee.
Tall, she held a bouquet of white roses and broke its beautiful side.
Hair color is luxurious gold.
The beautiful yarn, which fell straight as if it had been installed, was only unwrought flush to the back, but the blue dress, coloured with exquisite embroidery and lace, was so beautiful that it caught my eye.
I guess the princess doesn't have trouble sleeping with her hair like I do.
With admiration, my eyes caught each other decent when I thought it was terribly realistic that it would be easy.
Water colored eyes are a characteristic that goes out more to those who draw the blood of the old royalty, but the princess's, it feels more transparent than mine.
On the cheeks like a ceramic doll, there was a very thin blink but floating, … it was a few elements that reminded us that she was finally a breathing person, too.
You're a beautiful girl, I think.
Even the statue of the Virgin in the church is just an inorganic stone figurine in front of the princess, an alley rumor, but I agree.
And then, although I think about it every time I see him, my father and Francesca are very similar.
Although it is not unnatural that His Majesty and Father are cousins to each other, I feel that the distant cause of the complex held by Remilia to the Princess is that her cousin Francesca resembles her more than her daughter to her beloved father.
The princess is three above me, so I don't think I would say that Father is the real father of the princess... but the possibility that Father was the father when he was twelve is just...
... Well, that's just not possible, is it?
"I've had the dawn divided from my mother."
Princess Francesca is pleased to report to us.
"Isn't it beautiful? Glad to hear it."
The princess does some boyish language.
Marianne and Vincent loosened their expressions slightly to the princess of Reiki, who showed her face to the white flower.
Isaac did not change his expression and Singh took a seat. I think he distracted me and went to pour some tea.
(To give a liking from the princess, I feel that tea is counterproductive, Dear Sin...)
As she sends a sympathetic glance at Sin's tiny behavior, the princess thanks me.
"Thanks for the flowers, Remilia. Do you mind if I decorate it here, too?
He thanked me without giving in, and I said yes.
"Because this is what my father gave His Majesty and Master Singh. Please, do as Your Highness pleases."
Yeah, and laughing satisfactorily, the princess asked Marianne to give her a bouquet and go to the vase, then pulled out a round as she recalled.
Betraying my prediction that I would even offer it to the Princess's hair, I approach Sir Yunker's adopted son.
"Let Vincent have a secret rose of the Duke of Carish, too."
Vincent seemed to have eaten, but the princess didn't seem to care, and when she broke the stem short, she stabbed him in the dark hair.
An existential rose adorns the left ear.
Even though Vincent doesn't have a particularly feminine appearance, he looks strangely fit, and he's crazy.
"... Your Highness, I'm not a woman, so I don't need flowers in my hair. It would be better to be adorned with His Highness's hair..."
Vincent leads his gaze astray like trouble.
"Vincent's dark hair shows white flowers better than light colored hair. Hey, Isaac."
Isaac is laughing at Niyaniya.
"Yep.... don't you give me flowers, Your Highness"
Even though she had dark hair, the princess clasped her shoulders at Isaac's light-hearted mouth.
"Give it up, Isaac. This is a reward for Vincent saving my Lord Hatko. Well done. Praise and send.... Hey, Remilia?
I, uh, raise my voice and look at the princess.
The princess's eyes were brilliant like a prank, so I nodded with a heartfelt bitter smile.
"Thank you, Master Vincent, for the dangerous part the other day. And I apologize for my mother's disrespect."
When I bowed my head, Vincent dropped his gaze as troubled, slightly and sighed.
"No thanks, no apologies, no need twice, Miss Remilia"
Oh, and the princess moved her brow.
Vincent flaunted his shoulder.
"I just received a polite apology from Miss Remilia"
"What, were we talking between the two of us already? Have I done something extra?
The princess narrowed her eyes when she peeled her neck.
Vincent glanced at me and told me that I was glad you weren't hurt.
I don't think his aversion to me or our clan has disappeared, but I guess I can't accept an apology if His Highness tells me so much.
I'm relieved for now.
Encouraged to take a seat, he somehow put his mouth on the tea in front of him without holding it...
".................. eh!!
You weren't supposed to keep your mouth shut. Aah!
I forgot this was hot tannic muzzle tea!!
Looking at me as I chewed my lower lip and overcame the bitterness, Vincent bent the edge of my mouth, hun.
...... come on...... they are making fun of me.
So accepting an apology doesn't immediately increase your liking.
"Want a Fran, too?
The princess bent her lips a bit to Singh, who brought the cup with her to say hello.
"I don't need it. Because Sin's tea is sinister."
He said it was a little better.
"I would never believe it. I'm done with my Norma of the Day!
"It's Norma."
I stared at the brown liquid in the cup.... Norma or mental training?
When I drank tea, I took a seat softly.
"Thank you for the tea, Your Highness. I'll be right back."
"Already? Sometimes I wish Remilia would take her time here"
To the Princess's suggestion, I leaned my neck like I was in trouble.
"But I think Henrik is waiting..."
I'm sorry, Henrik. Apologize to him in the brain.
I only used it for excuses when it was convenient.
I'm done greeting His Highness, and maybe Vincent, and forgive me for the carriage thing.
To put it, I fulfilled my "Norma of the Day," so I also felt awkward staying in the Princess's garden for too long.
Francesca, Sin, Vincent, Isaac and Marianne.
I certainly admired him in my previous life, but the decade of "Remilia" in me can't be quickly tamed with them.
The princess nodded and invited me into the garden.
"Before I go back, I was wondering if you could give me a moment to ask."
"To me, Your Highness?
I blinked my eyes.
Even if it's just memorable, Remilia and the princess have never spoken alone, maybe.
I nodded because I was kind of a little carried away, but I had no reason to say no.
"Oh, you just got Henrik, too."
Seeing, the door flickered and my cousin with a slightly obstinate face just walked in.
"Henrik"
"Thank you for inviting me today, Your Highness"
According to the princess's side, Henrik breaks his hips in a graceful and graceful motion.
Then when he looked over at me or the face in line and noticed the white rose stabbed at Vincent's head, Ni and I bent our mouths.
Ah, ahhh.
More than that, I can't believe Henrik noticed. Vincent distracted himself.
"What's up, Henrik?
"No, Your Highness. I finally realized Yunker looked good with a white rose."
Vincent tried to erase his expression and Isaac grinned bitterly.
The princess stumbles upon the eagle fried and stares at Henrik.
"Really?"
"Yeah, it looks great on you"
The princess nods in a good mood.
"I was just impressed with Vincent's flowers, too."
"I envy you so much!
"Well, I'll give it to Henrik too"
The princess approached Henrik as she pulled the rose out of the vase held by Marianne, who returned near the table.
"Oh, no..."
"You envy me, don't you? I don't have a white rose, but I'll give it to you."
"No, I..."
"Yeah! You look great. I thought a white rose would look good on dark hair, but don't look good on Henrik's hair color either. It feels kind."
Even so admired by the princess, she could not deny it, and Henrik squeezed out her voice.
"Thank you, Francesca..."
'Cause I'm gonna say something extra, stupid Henrik.
......... digging a grave is my hobby......?
When Singh, who was comparing the two of them,
"You're in line, Henrik and Vince."
And he rejoiced innocently, and Henrik trembled with humiliation, and Vincent glanced half-eyed at Singh that you should shut up.
Strangely enough, Sin doesn't seem to hate Henrik that much.
The same goes for Remilia, but maybe she won't be the object of dislike just because she's a relative of the princess.
"Henrik's a surprisingly good flower."
"... Hi"
Well, you're always like a blossoming man in the head. You mean it just embodies the image?
I'm afraid it's not blooming in the brain.
"Henrik, Remilia and I are going to take a little walk, so I was wondering if you could wait here for a little while"
"Yes, Your Highness."
When I heard the princess was leaving here, Henrik bowed her head as relieved.
When the princess is out of sight, she will be willing to remove the rose from her hair.
"Sin, give Henrik some tea"
"Okay."
Henrik's the tea? and leaned his neck, and Isaac leaned down with a laugh.
"And then both Henrik and Vincent had roses on their hair all day. Because they both look great. I'll show you all the salons later."
Both Henrik and Vincent, who were looking at Henrik with foolish eyes, solidified at the same time.
I think so.
I think you both look great in flowers, don't you?
Princess Francesca, who ordered two terrible things, took my hand.
Her long fingers are unexpectedly hard and her nails are cut short and aligned.
I'm sure it's because she doesn't neglect her equestrian and protective sword workouts.
When it came to hard stuff, it was clearly different from my slightly waxy fingers, which I had only ever had a mother's jewel or dish.
My fingers are white, beautiful, and refreshing compared to the princess.
... terribly unreliable.
"Let's go, Remilia"
Princess Francesca walked out holding my hand.