The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

Over the sky Francesca immediately regretted it.

Buildings like boxes stretching under your eyes are already much farther away.

Far away.

Long, windy hair.

Dragon feathers......

(It's not frightening, it's okay. I don't remember anything)

Almost closing his eyes, Yen, who supported Francesca, mocked.

"Keep your eyes open, or you'll make no sense."

"... I know"

I can no longer afford to pack it as disrespectful, and I grab his jacket for fear.

"I'll give you altitude."

In a good mood, Francesca stuck by accident.

Both the Dragons and the Dragons fly as if they cut the wind without going through Francesca's fears or anything else.

Night breezes are cold, and feet that don't get to the ground are unstoppable. Francesca began to palpitate.

"Pretty good view, Princess."

'Pretty good view, huh? My princess...'

I looked up to Yen reflexively, and his brilliant face overlapped the moonlight on 'The Man'.

Similar? No, that's not true. This man is not a Vaza person, he is a dragon tribe, no.

But long hair plays moonlight and looks golden. Eyes reflecting darkness mixed with gold and like an empty color. Francesca let her mouth faint in fear.

"If I fell from here, - what would that woman look like?"

I reached out thinner and thinner - -. I laughed with pleasure.

Yen snapped his neck at Francesca's condition.

"What's up, princess? Are you surrendering already?

I said, my hands are close, -,

No, this isn't that guy, that one's dead, I don't remember in the first place.

I forgot.

- There's no way that one would do that, because it's not!

"Hey?"

I felt Yen's voice resemble 'that guy', and Francesca finally screamed.

"Stop..."

"What?"

"Please! I'll make it good, please, don't drop me! I'm sorry, I'll make it good, I'm sorry, stop!

The body hardens.

Tears abound like blubbering and children.

Yen lost his expression and stared at Francesca. Loosen the speed by pulling the reins.

"Please - take me again - don't follow me..."

……

"Please, please..."

When he attracted Francesca, who shrugged, Yen sighed one, and he called out to the dragon, going down.

Francesca's father, Marek, was a remote part of the Vaza family.

He was a cousin of the Marquis of Steinburg, a man with golden hair and watery eyes characteristic of the Vazza family and a big beautiful man, apparently.

I say it seems because from one point on, his face can no longer remember Francesca as if he had filled it with a pen.

I drowned Francesca, my mother, Beatrice and I heard nothing but business, a kind father who always smelled the sweetness of a different perfume.

When the prodigy became a disease that could not be done publicly - Marek held Francesca up because he felt good for a long time and invited her for a walk in the dragon.

About five or six years old.

Where are you going?

"Let's take a walk in the sky on the dragon, my princess"

Called 'My Princess' as usual, Francesca was innocently pleased.

My mother is tough, but my father will do anything Francesca's self.

I'm a princess, and my father loves me the most, so he'll tell me everything!

Francesca did, believe me, not suspect.

I'm glad my father, who just recently slept, is up. I'm glad you're playing. He was going to put me on my father's precious dragon.

On the back of the dragon, his parents and children enjoyed the wind, and Marek gently asked his daughter,

'Hey, princess... shall we leave the royal palace like this? I'm bored here.'

Francesca shook her head without knowing how.

It's pathetic to have Beatrice alone who's always busy at work doing that.

'No, thank you. Oh, come on. You're gonna be alone. "

"... Oh come on, you like it?

"Isuzuki!

"... I see you too, huh?"

"Good day?

Marek was angry at his daughter's response and imitated the way she dropped it from the top of the dragon to the ground.

His father, pioneered by Francesca, who cried out to stop, threw up annoyance and returned to the royal palace, where he was blamed by Yunker and the Kingsguard, who changed his blood phase.

They were in a hurry for the king's concubine, who had forced the princess to take her away from her nanny and leave the royal palace without permission, and were freezing her spine witnessing a full end in the sky.

"Dear Marek! How about Francesca?"

'I didn't know what to say, so I threatened to drop it off the dragon. Damn, I won't stop crying'

"- What do you say to a toddler?"

Blamed, he mocked.

Ride yourself out of a wide window with Francesca in your arms. My father's favorite room was - the sunny room with the garden overlooking was upstairs.

"It's depressing - about my daughter, if only that woman could have as many babies again, right? I can't help anymore, but someone else should. [M] Whatever, Yunker, you do it? You'll be good at humiliating noble women."

"Your Highness!

My father's hand was almost at the same time as Yunker's preliminary motion to poke Francesca out.

Hugging Francesca, Yunker, who was slammed to the ground as he was, rushed quickly by his therapist, but still wandered the dead place for three days, and Francesca also fell asleep with a dropped shock, with a high fever.

Seeing her awake daughter, she repeatedly apologized "I'm sorry" for killing her voice and crying, to her little mother, who shook her shoulders, Francesca, for the first time in her life, lied to her mother.

"What's wrong? Mother, why am I sleeping here? Why? '

"Oh, Francesca. If you don't remember, that's good... there's nothing to be afraid of. There was nothing. '

Right, there was nothing? Is that all about dreams?

Francesca closed her heavy lid with an accurate understanding of her mother's wishes….

Queen Beatrice quarantined him by touching that her husband, Marek, was ill - and Francesca could never see his father again without surveillance eyes.

Francesca lied to her father from time to time. Bright, she played only a pretty daughter who admired her father.

I don't remember anything, I don't know anything.

Your father wouldn't shove me down or anything, would he?

'Cause I can't believe you didn't treat me like that, man.

Unable to hear that answer, my father became an unspeakable wreck without recovering from his illness...

Yen went down to the roof of the building nearby and grated me from the dragon. Sandragon licks Berri Francesca's cheek and grunts.

He said, "I'm sorry I scared you."

"... you know what the dragon says? Like Singh."

"No? Not at all. But maybe it is."

Francesca is frightened... he's a nasty man.

I felt a tear on my cheek, so when I tried to wipe it, Yen would wipe Francesca's handkerchief away as if she were a toddler... I saw it as frightening when it was so hard on me, and I was brushed over my head.

They smile gently as if people have changed.

"I'm sorry, ma'am - I scared you mean it"

"Huh."

"Have you stopped crying yet?

The tone had completely changed to something that would soothe the child, and Francesca blushed in a different way.

Until earlier it should have been an object of seduction, but it has been lightly downgraded to a child... I am ashamed that the dragon tribe has seen the incognito... Prince Wang. And he must have realized - what happened between Francesca and his father.

So sympathetic and gentle... it's been labored. Oh, again, I've put my shame on you. I'm about to cry again for what can't be the aftermath of crying and wipe my tears wildly with my cuffs.

"Oh, it's not your daughter. - Something that's not a child. I'm not crying!

"All right, all right, all right. I'm sorry."

Protest crying and you will be flattened again.

As Francesca shuddered and embraced it as she tried to cry in regret and confusion, Yen sighed and hugged the child softly.

"Earlier, I was totally bad. Bad place for bugs and eight hits. I'm sorry I reminded you of something nasty. You're not bad, Francesca."

"I don't know what I hate."

"Okay, I didn't. I haven't heard anything."

"Huh... don't tell anyone I cried... please..."

"Okay."

Don't tell me what I said.

"Okay, look,... cry without patience"

Embraced with increasing strength, Francesca cried, clinging to Yen for incredible things, wagging out.

"Look, wipe your face"

"Thank you, thank you..."

"There's a runny nose, you got it. Just kidding."

"Thank you for pointing this out..."

The tear attack subsided and Yen was poisoned as the two of us looked at the stars side by side. Francesca accidentally buries her face in a handkerchief.

Of all the heterosexuals I've ever met, Francesca makes a foolish point about perhaps the most beautiful man and truly wants to dig a hole and fill it.

Curse yourself for what you are doing so seriously on such a cold roof and the shallowness you make. Besides, the biggest humiliation was the situation where Yen seemed comforted by not being nice to me no matter what I thought.

"Nice, nothing. Even if you can't get on the dragon."

"... Prince Wang, you're all disappointed that I'm not a dragon. Not the prince. I'm a princess... because I can't do it... and I can't live up to everyone's expectations without working twice as hard as people..."

I can rub my head again when I ring my nose.

"Kings are better suited."

"... I guess so"

"Leave your work to the brilliant ones to play. Sometimes you can say something great and tighten it. So, quit when you get tired of it. Someone wants to do it, even if it's not you."

Francesca was confused because it was the first time she had said it that way.... I think he's weird.

"... now, I want to do it. So I won't quit..."

Yen narrowed his eyes a little and said nothing later just to say yes.

"Yen... why are you traveling out of North Mountain?

"Remilia asked me, too, that"

"... even to Remilia?

Francesca remembered a pompous side to Yen in Remilia.

Remiglia also showed up. I was surprised to see that her situation is now much more floating than hers...

Yen explained to me unexpectedly by standing one knee in disobedience.

"I thought North Mountain was boring... and I have people looking for me. I can't believe they found us, but I'm suspicious that we're even alive."

"Looking, human? Where are you? Can I help you?

When Francesca asked unexpectedly, she was smashed in the forehead.

"Don't let Prince Wang shoulder a stranger in a personal affair. It's not you who's looking, it's the queen's men."

"... Yes"

Yen laughed when he correctly said the fold and reflected. Okay, and get up.

"Thanks, I'll just get the feeling...... it's time to go home. You'll be scared, but just a little bit on the dragon, keep your eyes closed and be patient."

"... yeah"

Replying like a child, Yen gently lifted Francesca to the saddle. I think it's warm and I lean down.

Stick to Yen and jump up... strangely there was no fear at all. Even though it's on the dragon.

... Francesca narrowed her eyes and looked up at the sky, clinging to Yen.

The sparkling stars are much more beautiful than the stones in the jewellery box......

"Bet is my loss..."

Saying it as it rocked on the back of the dragon, Yen laughed.

"Bets carry over, see you next time"

Do you think there will be another time?

Yen only gently escorted Francesca to the tower, then pulled the reins.

"Wait, Yen! I... I'm here sometimes. Sometimes. Are you coming back?

"If you feel like it."

"Wow, I think I'll be there tomorrow"

Yen narrowed her golden eyes.

Would you have been offended? I don't know, would they have thought? But the beating of the early bell interrupts reason. The tall dragon man approached Francesca as he jumped off the dragon in a useless move.

A sweet voice hits my ear.

"... you're an idiot, you. That's when you say," Come back tomorrow. "

The exhalation overlaps gently.

Plump left...... Yen jumped on the dragon again. One gaze as the sandragon pities the foolish princess, and the whimsical dragon clan returns to the night sky.

Francesca walked into the cobblestone, alone, watching her leaving back...