You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 426

"People should notice." — Used to the sarcasm Orland berated his interest towards the daughter, Zeleskiaz nonchalantly replied, hoping to frustrate the man with fair truth. — "If they do, an implied warning will be conveyed after all. It does not matter if I fail to make it unnoticeable."

"... You’re not a beast to be marking territory. Mind your implies, brat. It’s my daughter you’re seeking."

"She’s a flower I am to protect from being plucked. That is all I wished to imply... Duke...?"

His senses while conversing with the father suddenly found the woman between the many assistants... yet wonder invaded his expectation for a rotten stench of aura was near the Lady’s just found purity, which was taking her away from ignorant women that giggled pleased at an image the disturbed Paul disgustingly crafted.

And so, in consequence to the effect the scene provoked in the devoted Crown Prince, his own aura commenced to be poured out from agitation once again, making him utter a gruesome mumble before the Duke of Sylfinnier who instantly sensed the danger.

"... what the f*ck’s he doing..."

"... What??"

... Any peace of heart Zeleskiaz had earned was wiped off with the scene of a depraved man dragging her into a close dance. The baffled Orland that followed his gaze while stunned by his rough words also caught sight of the siblings, turning severe in scrutinising judgment, for he knew it would happen... yet could not believe Paul would suddenly pull Marianne from other’s company with such shameless ease.

"... He didn’t wait at all... he went after her just as I left her."

"... Miserable... disgusting bastard." — Able to focus his hearing at this distance, Zeleskiaz could listen to some of the nonsense Paul was telling to Marianne’s ear. Hence, the wrath immediately pushed him in her direction... being stopped by the Duke, briefly, unaware it was solely for a warning. — "Don’t you stand in my way!"

"... Zeleskiaz. Go and take her with you but don’t make a scene."

"-..." — To the meet of Orland’s eye, Zeleskiaz flinched, noticing his wrath was not alone to the sight.

"What I’ve done until now... don’t dare ruining it, brat. Be clever even if you also want to torn a few limbs apart from that kid."

It was with such kind of approval that Zeleskiaz rushed, also pushed by the hand of the Duke to Marianne’s side. Listening to unnerving things... she would probably continue to hide given her love for her parent... and yet he would tell nonetheless to the Father.

Therefore, aware of the events he had experienced, while in the courtyard he had found and taken the Lady to... as the appreciation of the woman was told in this quiet solitude, guilt was bothering his conscience, for he knew it would be seen as treason by the beloved Lady who trusted his secrecy... Howeverr, it was her safety what Zeleskiaz considered further important.

"Gratitude is not needed... just as my apologies are unwanted by the Lady... your words of apreciation are for myself, Lady Marianne... for I..." — Meeting her anthracite, those intently listening to his sayings, Zeleskiaz gazed deeply into them. Yearning for the hues to notice... how troubled this growing love enhanced his care. — "At times I believe I do it for self satisfaction since it is your eyes attention what I seek..."

"..."

"Attentive to what I tell with such brilliance... just like you do at this moment."

"....."

"Even if... unrightfully. That is." — His head lowered as well as hers did by thrilled embarrassment. Although with different meaning, dejected, thinking of the rights he lacked to hog the woman for himself. — "Ultimately, the dances of the Lady, I wanted them all to myself... selfishly so. Unreasonably so."

To Marianne, the humbleness of the prince only allowed her to stare at his honesty be poured. And yet, even as intently wishing to understand the conflict this meant for the man with what she could tell... a sweet warmth commenced to spread from her tum and chest towards her cheeks. Invoking a simple yet pleased thought.

’Yet saying this you are so... So... honestly cute... Zeleskiaz...’

Out of bashfulness, the woman decided to appreciate the fountain before them, saying no word in her available notes, inviting silence to settle as no reply was written by her hand and the prince’s sayings had been told without following further.

However, within the stillness, his eyes drifted to watch Marianne’s clean and graceful profile. Youthfully alluring under the light of a discreet moon enchanting his concern into soothing delight.

’Love...’ — He inwardly sighed with stuffy heart. — ’This... to think it’s enough with your sole stunning presence to feel content... even if concerns are looming over our solitude... your being disolved them so effortlessly, Marianne... oh... Marianne...’

"... Tonight... perhaps instead of holding your hand in a dance... it is your everlasting beauty under this moonlight that is to fill my memories... everlasting memories I am to hold onto tonight, my Lady."

’~~ Mng~..... how... how can he say that so easily...’ — Moved by the compliment, the gaze of the lady that came to meet the Prince’s lowered to the gain of tender blush. Fiddling with the stack in her hands for a moment. Searching for the courage to write what her heart wished to convey at the feelings he evoked.

"... Your figure granting greatness to the moon’s brilliance... it is not a scenery I find frequently and yet it is undeniable... that it wholesomely suits your purity, Lady Marianne."

The compliment that followed caused her heart to tighten in a thrilling tremble along her lids... grasping the stack, troubled by the delight, however finally pushing her hand into writing her thoughts.

[ Do not say any more. ] — Marianne shyly handed such quickly written message with lowered crown, fluttering her lashes while timidly avoiding his gaze.

Zeleskiaz’s time stopped briefly, feeling cast down by the compliments being seemingly unwelcomed by the beloved. Facing away from her, embarrassed because of permitting his enchanted spirit utter unrestrained praises.

"Were my sayings too vivid?... If it made you uncomfortable... I am to say no more." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

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