The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Only a little time goes back.

When Hayal, the envoy of the West, visited Cardina for a few days.

In the middle of the night the girl was on her way to the tower.

of the Queen and Princess of the Royal Palace…, and the compartment where Singh's bedroom is located is laid with a strict security system. As everyone fell asleep and whispered, the girl slipped out of the room without softly making footsteps and stealing the guard's eyes.

"I'll just tell Fran, behind Fran's room, there's actually a hidden door"

A year or two after Singh came to the royal palace, Singh snuck up to me to explore the royal palace.

Destroying Vaza, my grandfather, who founded the new dynasty, refused to build a new palace. The royal palace of Vaza was inherited intact, as were the loopholes, hidden doors and hidden rooms that the last king said he had made by throwing his personal possessions for fear of assassination.

Even my mother would not know everything about it. Anyway, even the castle's designer was executed by his great-grandfather.

Francesca liked to explore the royal palace, as did Singh.

When I was young, I used to hide with Sin and Vincent, and then sneak out late at night and head to the tallest tower outside the building.

If Chancellor Yunker asks, he must fall. I don't have enough consciousness as Prince Wang, my mother won't look good either if it's dangerous. Still, really, from time to time, when I get stuck in something, I leave the room and go around in the night breeze.

"I don't like high places."

Before, Francesca told Remilia, but that's a little bit of a lie.

I climb up the stairs without making any footsteps and climb out of the top of the tower to see Wang Du... the night breeze is comforting with my hair.

I narrow my eyes that you don't hate high places... But I just can't get on the dragon. Go high with a dragon. That reminds me of something horrible...

Sometimes Francesca needed a place to be alone, and this was the perfect place.

View from the wide window of the tower for a while.

I was only a little, tired of visiting envoys in the West over the past few days.

I can see that Hayal, who brought in the Dragon Clan to interact with the Dragon Clan, makes his expression harder because he can't ride the dragon every time something happens.

I know that the Heidecker of the military and the Katajina of Vaza are being spirally laughed at for when the princess will ride on the iconic dragon of kingdom...

When he sighed loudly, Francesca looked reflexively because he laughed at the crease.

If you stare into the dark night, there are shadows on the roof of the tower. People appeared in my sight before I wondered who was going to turn around and run away.

"Are you walking alone at this late hour? Your Highness."

"... you are"

It was Yen of the Dragon Clan, a brilliant long-haired man, who showed up before Francesca without sound or signs.

Behind him the sand dragon is yawning... Francesca strayed her eyes after she saw that her hair was unwittingly beautiful, flushed unconstitutionally on her back.

Yen was just dressed to weave his jacket clutterfully on his bare upper body. In Cardina's common sense, noble men don't expose much of their skin, so I'm not used to seeing young (though the contents would be different) men. I feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"... I didn't think you'd have a visitor. What are you doing, sir? Lord Yen."

When Francesca asked him calmly, quietly, and to an extent that did not undermine his respect, Yen grinned and jumped out the window to come right next to Francesca.

"Right..."

I get caught in the middle of something.

Staring into his golden beastly eyes, Francesca took an unexpected step back.

"Hayal told you to grab His Highness, or harm him?

When I tried to retrieve the dagger on my chest reflexively, I was gently twisted my hand. Sweet voice tickles in the ears of pale Francesca.

"... or simply seduce Your Highness"

"... ugh!

There is such a beautiful face nearby that exhalation is likely to touch it.

"Get off me! Bluff...... Cah"

With his resistant hands lightly released, Francesca fell unnecessarily into cobblestone.

Yen flaunts his shoulder.

"... the reaction isn't as funny as I expected, you. I don't have any color."

"What, to?

"Don't they say that often? Even a woman who's just beautiful and not funny."

Unexpectedly looking up at the man, Yen looked through the window at the king's capital in a completely unintentional manner.

"I was just doing an evening walk. It's a good starry sky, but there was a shady woman with a shady sigh of breath... I'm so excited."

Francesca flashed.

Yen during the day behaved really courteously and gently under Hayal and was also really polite to my mother..., I thought it was surprising that Francesca and the Dragon Nation all imagined a princess like Singh... even though they were actually following him with an interesting gaze.

From earlier on, what disrespect. It's not funny...... it's just beautiful, I can't believe it's a woman.

"- No matter where I sigh, you will be on your own! Because this is my royal palace."

It didn't seem like it, and when I peeled and said it, Yen raised Ni and the edge of his mouth.

"That's not true, Your Highness. It belongs to your mother, not necessarily yours."

Francesca mumbled. Yen is right. As he chewed his lips on remorse, the Dragons threw even more mean words at the princess.

"So? Shit. Serious lady sighs on what?

"Ku...... Bu, that would be disrespectful!

"Nothing. I'm not one of your people and... Daiwa, I guess I was thinking about the disgust Hayal said during the day"

He gets gently transferred and even points out his emotions and loses more words.

Hayal repeatedly told him during the stroll. I wonder how great it is to ride a dragon, and when Francesca will show off her dragon to the envoys.... even though Francesca can't ride a dragon.

"A man who can't ride a dragon doesn't deserve a king, did he?

"... ah"

As the golden eyes would try, the princess put her hand on the heart because she saw Francesca.

Because I felt like the wound had been decided with a knife.... I can't help it if the humans told me. But being told by the Dragons is tantamount to being branded. "You cannot be Prince Wang," he said. Francesca... I mean, I heard.

"So..."

"What?

"... so the chief won't come? On the table to celebrate my King Prince."

Francesca regretted it terribly after she said it. What an unusual thing to hear. Besides, more importantly, to this monstrous dragon tribe man. Yen said, I don't know, and drew sand dragons. Pull the reins. Apparently he's not really into Francesca. I guess you're going to fly off and go home to your own Negijo.

"It seems true that Her Royal Highness cannot ride the dragon... When I ride it, it's horrible and I cry, and they say," Oh, my God. "

Francesca got upset. I feel like my stomach burns when I think about who was saying it, but it's true, so I can't say it back.

"I don't think it matters to the chief. Whether you ride a dragon or not, I'm usually not interested. He hates humans."

……

Yen tried to fly across the sand dragon and looked at Francesca as if he thought he would.

"- Right,... what, I'll put you on the dragon? Let's make a bet with me, Princess."

"Bet?"

"If the princess could ride my dragon and circle over the royal palace without the sound of weakness,"

"... what if I could?

I'll talk to the chief.

"You?

"He won't refuse my favor. Absolutely not...... what do we do?

Stupid, I think. I smell lies from this man.

Francesca stared at the outstretched hand. What are you trying to get on a stupid bet, wondering while I think I should just turn back... feel something I can't resist. Invited with a sweet voice.

"... it's a good moon night. Nice view."

I can hold my fearful hand in my arms, pulled with strong force.

From the rude dragon clan, it smelled faintly sweaty.

The hair clasp, which had stopped the clumpy hair, made a noise and fell on the stone floor.

Soon after they took away their consciousness from it, the two of them rose to the sky.