You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 395

Taking a moment to drown the embarrassment of her following actions as she lightly lifted, Marianne’s hands went up his limbs to request his help in their move. Looking at him with a clear need for his ready pamper.

’Zeleskiaz... Take me out of here...’

"? Er, my lady? Y-You should rest a little more..."

’No... I want to leave.’

"..."

’... Take me to my room... Please, Zeleskiaz...’ — Placing her hands on the birth of his shoulders with great effort in standing, Marianne demanded in quiet. Feeling frail as her emotions wanted the two of them to continue talking somewhere else.

Hence, the lady’s persistence could not be ignored by the troubled Crown Prince.

Ensimismated in the honesty his heart was previously expressing to the beloved lady, her change and pressuring demand within crystalline eyes made his heartbeat stammer slightly... For the trace her hands walked up his neck made him shiver helplessly at her natural and unintentional allure, which caused chaos in his head before forcing it to settle given the situation.

’Uff... T-this is... Oh, my lady... I am hopeless of a man...’ — He sighed within.

Therefore... once more reigning his impulses, Zeleskiaz did as the lady wished. Taking her in his hold to carry the woman to the chambers she owned at the palace.

Giving notice to the guard so the physicians would be sent to the Ninth’s chambers, Zeleskiaz and Marianne departed from the royal infirmary. With a faster walk than before so rest would be granted quickly to the injured lady.

"Open." — Zeleskiaz ordered as they neared the chamber’s entrance. Waking himself forcefully from the daze her fragrance and soft body induced as he carried her... Surprising the guards that would be reproached because of their concern.

"?! Your Highness?? Why is the Ninth-!?"

"Kh! The fact you don’t know should be enough to sentence you." — Unable to bear any more ineffectiveness from the people supposed to keep his beloved safe, Zeleskiaz roared at the man with a clenched jaw, fighting the distortion of his expression from the rage, as within himself, the prince knew showing hostility would not aid Marianne’s current condition.

"... Here, my lady, excuse me a moment." — Quickly and busy, placing her on the nearest furniture, Zeleskiaz made sure she could support herself before going back to the door; telling the men outside distinctively annoyed in his sound this time what should be done. — "Make sure notice reaches the Duke about the Ninth’s whereabouts. The moment you see the Ninth’s personal physician announce it. Are my words clear?"

"Y-Yes, your Highne-!...ss..." — Stiffened, the men answered. Being denied of his sight right after, for his patience was not to be spent with useless knights.

"...fuhh..."

Once closed, Zeleskiaz’s head lowered. Sighing as it leaned on the line demarking the door’s closure. Straightening to turn and look where the lady waited... timid... Right where the prince had left her.

"... I apologise... I ought to make sure your father is always informed of your state, my lady. " — Coming her way, Zeleskiaz told the already aware Marianne. Extending his hands naturally to take her to the mattress where he deemed should lay.

Nonetheless, the hands of the woman who previously had held onto him halted his intentions... while lightly pressing on his chest, peeking with shyness at the confused man.

"?... Is there something? Did I... uh?" — While he asked, the lady shook her head, distracting him from his inquiry with a graceful hand that pointed at her night table. Mistaking her wishes. — "... Uhm, I was already intending on moving you to your mattress."

’No, not that!’ — Frustrated at his misinterpretation Marianne shook her head stronger, imitating with her hand, writing gestures. — ’My notes!... I want you to bring them, please...’

The innocence of her stares broke his concentration, baffled by her charm and by his easy-to-distract mind.

"... Your stack?"

’Yes!’

After processing her wants, Zeleskiaz asked. Receiving her enthusiastic nod before leaving her once more to get the demanded object, which she received to immediately write on it while the man kept talking.

"Here it is... Um, my lady I suggest you to lay down... staying as-is will not be of any-... talk?"

Interrupting himself after reading the lady’s message, the Crown Prince’s intrigued expression met her bashful one that nodded once again in confirmation.

[ Can I talk with you? ] — Reading again her short message, the prince took a moment before he answered.

"Of course the lady can... however, I am concerned. Talmhach suggested for the lady to rest..."

"..."

[ I want to talk with you first... ]

"..." — Both remained quiet at her request. Provoking unfounded restlessness in the man for there was guilt lurking in his heart. — "... w-what is it that the lady wishes to talk about?"

"..."

"... I am to answer if it is something of my knowledge." — Noticing Marianne’s hesitance, Zeleskiaz decided to reassure her even if counterproductive to himself. Waiting then patiently for her hand to move.

[ Last night...]

’!? Cursed Izeneya...’

The man thought as he saw her start writing, feeling immediately blue from the ideas such beginning instilled.

[ Last night, the prince did not visit for practice. Was there an inconvenience that kept you from coming? ]

"... Y-yes... there were matters I had to take care of suddenly." — Able to breathe again, Zeleskiaz said.

"..." — [ No notice was sent... ]

"...... I apologise. I simply focused on my tasks thinking the lady would rest earlier as it was a busy day..." — He lied, conflicted by the lady mentioning his lack of notice, only to fall more stunned the more words were written on her stack’s sheets. — "Nonetheless, notice should have been given. I agree and ask your pardon."

[ I waited... for you were to tell me about your day in the hunt. ]

"...."

"..."

The more her thoughts were read, the more breathless and overwhelmed his chest evolved.

Before him, so close by the precautions taken in case she needed his support, the beloved’s dainty blush decorated her adorably sincere as the stack showed with purity the things she wanted to share.

And so... so as to not leave her without reply... the crown prince gulped. Forcing his words to come out.