You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 427

[ Your mindfulness troubles myself at times, Crown Prince. ] — With a bit of hazard, she wrote for the man.

"..."

[ Tonight... your hand coming for mine in a dance is something I have been waiting for throughout the Ball. ]

"... You were waiting... my Lady?" — Stunned, the man that had looked the other way lifted his head to watch the Lady, whose sincere yet shy hues glinted as they came to meet his violet. Nodding lightly... to then say more in her writings.

[ I was waiting... I looked for the Prince yet could not find his presence... ]

"... Did you truly, my Lady?" — Suddenly, something else was lit within Zeleskiaz because of her frail attitude. Slyly forfeiting his humbleness, wanting to become brazen... drawing nearer so her gaze would not look away thanks to the closeness. — "Was my presence... truly being sought by yourself?"

’... y-yes...’ — Nervous yet without space to escape him, Marianne nodded, refuging her gaze in the notes as she wrote some more. — [ For a moment... since His Highness has told before his wish to have my every dance... A thought crossed my mind, thinking the Crown Prince was displeased with myself. ]

Marianne’s essence conveyed how troubled a feeling she experienced while being this thoroughly honest with the man sitting next to her. Taking all of his breath away with such lovely words for he had felt more than displeasure but enraged jealousy once deprived of her hand... Although ashamed of it... for he acknowledged no fault was in the lady.

"...." — A brief moment of silence was created as he tried to comprehend what Marianne’s honesty could mean. Coming to no true understanding... and deciding to continue to be truthful to the also honest beloved. — "As I said... it would be selfish of myself to be displeased by it..."

’...’

"... Yet I am indeed... truly... very selfish my Lady." — With such a certain sentence, Zeleskiaz made her turn his way and face his serious glint, continuing to tell how her beliefs had been correct. — "So very selfish... that I have trouble controlling my instincts so I am not to cause you hardships with this selfishness I possess."

’... hardships, huh?...’

"You have danced so beautifully tonight... and yet I had to look away because of my selfish nature." — Saying this, his eyes could not continue looking into the lady’s contemplating ones. Conveying his intentions to change... for as the sibling had told, the rights he wanted to have were not his yet. — "I do not want this to become an inconvenience for yourself, my Lady... Hence, lose such concerns... I am to correct this nature that is not rightful."

It was with this last determination, that the flutters his implied jealousy had dissolved from the woman’s sensations. Provoking her to also lower her gaze in blank ponder... understanding how this ambiguous relationship was troubling both of them equally.

The realisation was not a wonder for the chosen child. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

In her cleverness that was charmed by the man beside her, she could still see the hazards the circumstances provoked, not only at this time but even before this honesty was told by the Crown Prince himself... yet even if saddened by the trouble he could also be under...

’I am sorry, kinky...’ — She said while glancing at his concerned presence. Aware that she could not continue to reciprocate the honesty with the truth her heart wanted to tell.

For it was too early... too early in the times she understood her reality was currently in because of her knowledge. — ’I’ll act... as if what you said doesn’t matter... as if it doesn’t mean anything... only this time... I’m who’s truly sorry...’

The trouble was kept in her chest, controlling her wishes to convey how it was not necessary for him to correct anything... since in a corner of herself she also came to yearn for her every dance to be owned by the Prince.

Quiet once more governed as no word was exchanged while the man and woman composed their inner conflicts. Only coming to an end by the Lady’s positivity who was not to allow the night both had been waiting to end with lowered heads and bitter taste.

’... Alright, I’m done waiting!’ — Rising from her seat, she took her skirt to stand before the man whose head curiously followed her movement. Extending her hand to the Crown Prince with an unwavering determination to get what was promised. — ’Take my hand, kinky. I’m who is taking you out for a dance tonight.’

"..."

’Come on!’ — To the unmoving bafflement of the Prince, her hand forcefully came to take his. Pulling on him so Zeleskiaz would stand from the bench and join her in a soundless dance.

"?? My Lady, what...-?! Uhm... " — Suddenly bothered because of the hand that brought his to lay on her lovely waist and back, Zeleskiaz lost track of the inquiry. Clearing his throat from the thrill the closeness Marianne had drawn on her own provoked. Smiling, nonetheless to the conflict, thanks to the brilliance in her hues and readiness of her pose. — "Er... I can tell your intention... yet how are we to dance at this place? Solely the sound of the fountain cannot replace the musicians’ melodies."

’Yes, but~ I have yet to get my practice today, kinky~’ — Already decided on the solution, her corners only lifted in pleasure to his quick change of demeanour. Taking a moment to choose the song while unconsciously feeling in her fingers the toughness of the arms and shoulders she held onto. Leaning on him while the cosiness also distracted her mind from a choice. — ’Hmm~ now what to sing~...?’

"... I could hum a piece... yet embarrassingly so, my sound is not one the Lady or anyone would enjoy, haha." — He said, nervous from her gentle closeness. Ignorant of what to do to not lose it while the woman calmly contemplated on the piece to sing.

’hurm~... I do wonder how you sound while singing...’ — Moved, she lifted her head dedicating a fond smile... lowering it shortly after for the song she was to hum... burned her cheeks with its significance. — ’But...there’s already a song in my mind...’

Along sound without lyrics, a song he had listened to before at a distinctive waterfall his residence owned commenced to be hummed sweetly slow by the fair Lady. Whom now leading the dance, remained close, hiding her visage from the man while the piece was sang.