You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 406

The Duke hadn’t said anything but we most probably would have gone back with him if not for the Princess’s invitation.

I did feign reticence, though.

I’m actually kind of abusing my stay at this point... but I prefer to shamelessly live in a stranger’s house than stay at the house where the strangest psycho roams around freely.

When I told the Duke I wanted to stay, he didn’t even make a fuss about it. Thankfully. I was so very nervous, yet he only made us promise to keep sending letters every day and if not possible at least every other day so he wouldn’t... "miss us as much"... hehe~ so cute.

"....."

Ahem, anyway, back to the current matters... here they don’t make me starve for events. And I would say it’s idiotic to even try. I mean... this figure is too good. Too nice. Our curves are right where I or anyone sane would want them. Hotter than a roasted potato and I dare say... tastier. Fufu~

’The gurl was bad~... this gurl is dangerous~’ — I singsonged excited and thrilled my childhood’s idol song just as cool as if my surname was Jackson. — ’Woh!’

"Oh, my lady, I am sorry, did I comb your hair hurtfully?" — Probably at my frown that was simply feeling the vibe from the satisfaction the song granted, Paige asked. Concerned, since she was still getting used to reading the faint but now visible gestures my face could show.

’... No... it was my hair, my face, my lines... divinity I saw, Paige~..... sigh, don’t worry.’ — Still wishing to enjoy the good mood I was in, I answered changing the song accordingly. But even so, it’s a joke only I can enjoy here.

"Lady Marianne, only a few details are left, aren’t there? Do endure a little longer." — Then the Princess who sat a few steps away said. Strict with her voice’s tone yet clearly delighted with that grin she had on her face.

It’s comprehensible, Madame Fannie Moody had left not so long ago, so we could now enjoy the silence we felt comfortable with. Although, for a while now, it’s a silence I’ve been filling with a random playlist my mind came up with.

The make-up, our hair, our dresses, corsets, accessories, shoes, nails and even our undergarments were luxurious... not like they weren’t before but somehow, today it felt as if even this had a boost along with my mood.

Nevertheless, the time to board the carriages arrived in a blink. Perhaps it’s because I’m getting used to enduring long preparations after having so many.

The Princess was to board in a separate carriage for herself as well as I was. With many guards and knights... we were to be escorted out of the Palace’s grounds with the riders guarding our march.

I didn’t get to see him... but I had been told the Crown Prince would ride the carriage behind ours thanks to the Princess... whose words were...

— I know you believe he should head our march, and indeed, he should... yet there is a pledge he gave to you, Lady Marianne. —

’~~... Why... ugh! Why is he so...~!!’

— Brother said, as he has pledged to head and guide your troops, Robus Pars, he is in no place to march a step before that one he serves. —

’nh~ serve us?? Gosh... I never thought he would take it with this much seriousness...’

I felt the urge to peek out of the window, back at the carriage that I knew was behind us. But I resisted the urge like a grown-up, self-controlled woman... which I am.

’Nngh~~!! Come on!... Don’t. Get. Impatient!’ — After covering my face from the overwhelming flutters, I told ourselves. Brainwashing ourselves to hold onto the little sanity we are allowed to have when excited.

The direction we were heading was opposite to the one to our home, the Sylfinnier’s lands, were. And thankfully, it was also closer.

Once we arrived, a little over an hour must have passed. The Noverrne’s household was slightly similar to ours only that a little darker as its walls were more of a stony shade. But even then, the decorations were wonderful... as one would imagine from a Duchy.

The sun was getting ready to start disappearing and an orange light was illuminating the sky and our shapes... the door opened little after the carriage stopped moving... placing itself right before the entrance to the mansion so I could get down as etiquette demanded, which is why I was surprised by the hand that was offered to me the moment I was to get down.

’Time to get moving-...?’

As I said... etiquette said... Every guest should get down right before the entrance...

"My lady."

So why is he here to help me get down... when he should wait in the carriage behind mine?

"Allow my hand to aid your steps."

"..."

The question was there, roaming aimlessly in my blank head. Yet I wasn’t about to deny his hand... That would embarrass him more than asking about it later... besides... in all honesty, my hand wanted to take his the moment I saw it was him who offered it.

’Alright...’

It was a split second that it took me to lay my hand on his so he would help me.

My feet met the ground weightlessly nice as my eyes were enraptured by his handsome appearance that looked so very polished he had me more impressed than ever. And as expected his sound was to make up for mine in greetings, bowing deeply to us... with that soft smile that easily conquered our reasoning.

"Was your ride comfortable, my lady?"

’-!... Nope. Not really... but it’s fine now~’

"The lady appears energetic, how pleasant."

"~~"

"You forgot etiquette to show further respect... lady Marianne is certainly moved. Impressive coming from you, brother of mine."

"... Jasmine. I forgot you were here."

"I do not think you forgot but decided to forget it, Brother Zeleskiaz."

’ah~ not their fighting again~’