Unnamed Memory

The exposed throat is indefensible itself.

Ruth whispered to the woman as she mouthed to that white throat.

"What's your real name?

"... really?

Her response is tongueless. I guess the thought hasn't turned well. The man laughed at the voice he heard back.

"A rig is the name I gave it. If the original is human, I guess it has its original name. What's that?

A woman captures a man's face in her big eyes.

That's how she had the uncertain bitterness of her emotions, and when she exhaled her hot breath she murmured "I'll see".

When I woke up in the morning, she had not already stayed the way she was. Sleeping round the corner of the bedroom.

Ruth was a little troubled with her sleeping head as to whether she had become round since she changed her appearance or had been round since before.

He reaches out to the table by the sleeping table and takes the paper he kept there.

The paper, which was blank, was left with bills and signatures of a woman wearing black dye. Unexpectedly, it said "rig" in a beautiful letter, and he stares seriously at it.

"Is it real after all..."

Apparently there are still strange things in the world.

Ruth had no choice but to clean that up. When he cleaned up the incident, he applied the remaining dye to the front leg of the sleeping rig and also tried to take the leopard's foot shape.

Naturally he looked disgusted at the waking rig.

The information on the Wang capital is constantly being brought to Willidis Castle since the incident of the poisonous princess.

That included the matter of the northern border, where unfavourable information for the current system was in the majority, but in this case Ruth had not made a divided decision as to whether he should be pleased with it or not.

He frowns as he glances over the pile of paperwork.

"It's best for you to understand that I don't have the lust for power."

That's what you're saying, Your Highness.

It was Lanoma who opened the door abusively and came into the office. When the man placed the seal in his hand in front of his master, he indicated to open it.

"This is a letter from His Highness Volg. Read it."

"From my brother?

Ruth was surprised by his nostalgic name.

Volg, the youngest of the four brothers, is still remembered for Ruth as the boy he was when he last saw him.

A brother who was clumsy but had an honest and equal character. That didn't change against my belly brother either.

When Ruth opens the letter, there are words there that care for him about the assassination attempt the other day, and after a brief touch on the current situation in the Wang capital, he concludes: "I want you to tell me if there is anything in trouble that I can help you with".

To what could be described as abrupt favorable content, Ruth read the letter back again.

"What is this?"

"It won't be what. Your Highness's brother."

"I know that, but why are you suddenly sending me a letter?

"Because I contacted you about the other day."

Lanoma sees Ruth with both hands on her desk when she says it seems troublesome.

A man who usually stands floating. But at this time, both eyes were lit with the will to demand that they face it seriously.

Lanoma spins her words pale before her husband.

"We need collaborators in Wang Capital for the future. I used to talk to His Highness Volg when I was serving the palace, but he's far more decent than the king. The same goes for His Highness the Log right up there. Those two were much more royal than kings and pales."

I can only hear you criticizing the present king's system.

Ruth just changed her complexion when she heard that. I frown and look up at my men.

"Wait, Lanoma. What's the hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry. It's too late. I'm also putting exploration into the Lords right now. I'll give you a list of who can be a beneficial ally to His Highness in a month."

"We haven't decided to start a war yet."

That is not an issue that can be decided very overnight.

If you start, the country changes dramatically, even if you don't do it badly. I'm just sorry. There will be many sacrifices.

For this continent, which has finally taken off its wartime, that is an avoidable choice. I want to choose a different path more if possible.

Isn't this just a reward for personal grievances if you poke it in the first place?

- That's what I thought, to Ruth's words trying to retain his men's impatience, but Lanoma didn't try to pull a step back. Close your eyes and look at your husband.

"Your Highness. You are indeed kind. But you won't just be kind. What you have is a king's vessel. Fourteen years ago, until now, I don't know how hard you've had in this castle. But even the lower town of Wangdu seemed terrible. The weak had to die. I grew up drinking muddy water there. What's wrong with the people wanting a kind king? You have the blood, the power, and the temperament to be king. Use that for more people. This is not the only little castle in your country."

The silence after exhalation falls on the spot.

Words that beat the ideals rather than pleading and pleading were hit by Ruth from the front.

A small void arises.

When Lanoma looked up, she returned her heels as though that was all she wanted to say and left the office with dignity.

Ruth, who was half-hearted, breathes deeply as the room air returns. I put my forehead up and looked at the rig that was by the window.

"Whatever you want to say... that hurts my ear"

Indeed, he wished that he would preserve this castle and even the wilderness and make an adult of it.

Defend the portion forgiven without defying the king. That's how I protect my "family".

- But was it also a waiver of duty as royalty?

Ruth leaned against the back of the chair. I stroke the head of the rig that came beside me.

"Do you remember? Fiona used to say." Best if everyone's happy, "he said."

The girl who was laughing in any place, in any predicament.

She wanted that happiness, thinking of the people living in this castle as "family".

That's probably why Ruth, who was her family more than anyone else, after losing her, thought it first and foremost to fulfill that wish.

Driven by revenge, it's only been three years. After getting past those three years, he hoped to repaint his hatred with something else.

But "everyone" probably has a different range of meanings depending on the person. Lanoma says to make it all the people of this country.

It's too big a story, too ideal.

Ruth thinks to a story that is not so easy to say no.

Time to stop and feel. The snuggled black leopard stared up silently at the figure.

The moon you can see through the window is no different from usual.

Ruth looked up from a wide bunk at it as if it were sewn into a clear night sky. Reach out your left hand and comb the brunette's hair.

"Rig"

"Yes."

"Did you hear about the noon lanoma?

"I was listening."

The woman who was lying down depressed looks up. He poked his elbow and supported his jaw, staring at the man. Moonlight shines in my black eyes.

Intelligent eyes are completely different from the glossy look they had until an hour ago.

Ruth laughed bitterly at the woman's hair as the moon changed its shape.

"I think what he's trying to say is best. Because royalty is one who stands above the people, but at the same time is a service to the people. If you haven't played a full role, you have to replace it. If there are more suitors in the royal family, it will be easy to replace them."

Ruth turned a blind eye to the opinion of a woman much calmer than she thought. Tilt your gaze and return it to her.

"But that's me? If the impossibility is greater, the sacrifice is also increased. There are countries in the west where people's representatives take the lead in politics, but they are not too violent."

"Only a rich country can entrust its people with politics. It is true that public opinion will be easy to reflect, but it will be detoured until it is executed for that matter, and it is easy for interests to stray in many ways. If there are not more than a certain number of well-educated people in the First Nation, it can be a more tragic situation due to a lack of vision. For that matter, the royal system is narrowing its education on politics down to the royal family and raising executive experts. It's natural to lay down excellent government. If you can't do enough work yet, it's only a waste of resources and time spent. It also makes you want to replace the king."

"... you don't say funny things"

Ruth laughed with a mild surprise at her, who basically sees royalty as a "luxuriously raised political expert".

It is true that he, born of his slave mother, is skeptical of the nobility of blood and the idea of being respected merely as royal, but still not as pragmatic as she is.

Rather, he thinks of royalty as a "spirit". Spirit that continues to oblige people to protect their lives.

And that's why Ruth gets lost in Lanoma's words. I wonder if I am fulfilling my full obligations at birth.

"For the rest, reform in the short term is still easier to do on the initiative of an excellent individual. In that regard, you are originally royal and quick to talk to."

"I still have another brother. Unlike me, my brother is not abominable."

"I'm sure that's true."

Rig woke up with his hands on the bunk. My black hair slips over my white skin.

Ruth took a serious look at the woman who was too beautifully done and still made her feel unreal.

When she pulls the cloth and hides her body, she notices the man's gaze and tilts his little neck.

"You, how old are you now?

"Suddenly what?"

"No. You would have been a leopard when you came to me, wouldn't you? Sixteen years since then? You look a little older."

With a slight limb, she would be around twenty years old in Ruth's view.

Was it then when I was four that I was made a leopard?

But for that, I feel sophisticated in my tricks and thoughts. Regardless of the theory, I don't think I remembered the behavior with the imitation of seeing from the man's him. Ruth ran her gaze over the rig as she explored her true identity, which she was secretly concerned about.

But the woman only smiled bitterly at the question.

"It's a secret. 'Rig' is sixteen, isn't that good?"

"I call it young making, that kind of thing"

"I'll bite you."

Rigg took his hand and showed his pearl-like teeth, but when Ruth laughed, he let go of his hand just mouthing it on its back.

He draws the lady's armpit into his arms. Rig had a dripping eye under his eyelashes that blinked instantly, but closed his eyes immediately.

"I don't know what to say about ideals. But I know how that guy feels. When I look at you, I get greedy - I expect that maybe I'll get a reality close to my ideals.

I know it's an unsolicited wish... "

"I'm not that good. It's too immature for me."

Ruth's bitter laughter was not self-derisive, but true and untrue.

Did Rig notice that? He looks up to him.

Dark eyes. There was a mist on its surface. On a night too deep to be foreseen, a man's gaze is drawn.

"I'm really, really sorry"

"Suddenly."

"I'm sorry."

White arms wrap around my neck.

That's how Ruth hugged the rig that buried his face in his chest, surprised. I hear a small grunt similar to a sob.

"Sorry... just a little more beside..."

"Never mind. Stay forever."

To the voice of a powerful man, she does not answer.

But the woman took a deep breath, as she sought warmth.