Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

"How could Luca be so blind to marriage..."

"Well... as the business grew bigger, there was a surge in matchmaking stories to my brother... and it seemed like there was a lot going on at that time..."

"I see..."

If you are a man with as much family and assets as Luca, let alone a sincere response to a woman, it is not strange to be married at all. But Luca didn't have any such floating stories of women's relationships, and some ladies questioned her.

But as far as Luca's furious additions and subtractions are concerned, apparently, she doesn't have much good memories of marriage or the women themselves. That apparently affects my sister, too, and Elena answered embarrassingly.

"It must be tough on my marriage... and not the one I admitted to..."

(Luca......)

But Zizzy thinks Luca's drowning in Elena has a reason.

Elena was only one precious family member for the eldest son of the affair, who was to succeed the governor without even being ready for his heart. Of course I was hoping to grow up as a designer, and somewhere there must have been a strong sense of protection 'if I were to replace my father'.

(... well, I also feel radical...)

Towards Orbit, Zizzy claps in her heart.

I want to support his one-way thoughts, but in addition to the overly strong barrier called Luca, Elena at the time is full of heads about the new brand. We won't be talking about engagement or marriage for a while.

I was just looking at the two noisy people who still had to, and Elena cut out weakly, "Um," she said.

"Your Highness, thank you for everything."

"Huh?"

"Even at the party, and... you told me not to give up my true feelings..."

"Oh, that's just what I wanted to do..."

"That's what I was happy about.... It's easy to think 'poor' and 'tough', but actually reaching out from yourself is something I can't quite..."

Elena, toward Zizzy, who shrugged, lowered her head deeply as she broke her knee.

"My brothers and I will continue to serve the royal family. Please continue, thank you."

"... Yes. Nice to meet you."

Zizzy breaks her knee as well.

The two people with the bumped gaze smiled pleasantly, neither of them.

Eventually, the dinner party lasted until night, dropping off all the invitees, and by the time the Twizzies came back to the master bedroom, it was already a few hours before the change of date.

"Oh, good job......"

"Oh."

Finally freed from the pure white dress, Zizzy fell into bed, wearing a large gown. The hair, which was tightly tied, was also lowered and Tiara was housed in a safe in Geisel's room. I also had the earrings lined up next door, so I'm sure the Levis will have fun tonight.

Geisel also took care of the white costume and was sitting in a chair dressed up before bedtime. Reminded of the colorful awesomeness of the ceremony in its setting, Zizzy wakes up somehow and sits back in the corner of her bed.

"What's up?

"Oh, no, nothing..."

After being deluded, Zizzy remembered the situation all the time.

(Speaking of which... the ceremony is over now, so no patience, no need, so...)

Turn your gaze to the fearful Geisel.

Then he was also looking at Zizzy again, and his eyes just turned to each other. The fire seemed to come out of her face, and Tsitsy panicked and nagged.

But Geisel sat side-by-side, shrinking his distance from Zizzy, wondering if he had lifted his hips out of the chair. When Tsitsy exposes her nervousness to the noise of gibberish, the feeling falls over her head.

"Good luck today."

"Yes, no, I'm not at all... isn't Your Majesty more tired?

"To this extent, there is no such thing as"

(to, I can't escape......!

Heh, and to Geisel, who raises the corner of his mouth, Zizzy finally decides to be ready. But Geisel couldn't get any closer, and groaned as he stroked his glossy Twizzy hair.

"... do you remember the words you swore at the ceremony"

"Uh, I just..."

"'My heart will protect you and my arms will be your shield'... this is my heart"

Eyes like Levanite peek from beyond the rusty dark hair.

"... I'm no fun, I'm not even a man... but I only want to protect you in lieu of my life"

"Your Majesty..."

"So please... I want you to stay by my side"

Geisel's hand moved away from Zizzy's hair, as if she had touched the broken object. Keep it up, Geisel is silent and quietly awaiting Zizzy's reply.

Zizzy was swimming her gaze to indulge in embarrassment, but eventually lay her own palm on the back of Geisel's hand, which was on the bed.

"Wow, it's my pleasure to continue..."

"Zizzy......"

You didn't think you could touch him, Geisel glanced at him as soon as he opened slightly. Keep your layered hands together and attach the other hand to Zizzy's jaw. Attracting lightly, Tsitsy also lay down her eyelashes as she was used to.

And - after a second vow (kiss) is offered, both of them lose sight of each other.

……

……

An awkward silence flowed between the two.

I don't know when to let go of the connected hand, and Zizzy stays stiff in that position. Then Geisel urged me to "go to bed".

"Ha ha hi"

I bit it, and Zizzy dyes her cheeks red in an instant. Then I heard a smile leaking from Geisel's mouth, which was next door. It's not, and shortly after I correct it, I can hold it up to Geisel's firm arm.

"Don't be so scared"

"I can't believe I'm scared..."

Geisel moved somewhere pleasantly to the center of the bed, approaching Zitzie's vanity.

Geisel comes covered on a zizzy thrown out on a blanket with a bosun. Because of the alcohol in it, Geisel's cheeks were also slightly upbeat, which gave off the colour until it was unusual.

Zizzy happens to block her eyes.