You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 451

Closing our eyes as my hand lifted to hold our right arm that trembled uncontrollably against our need for calmness, I searched within us for the gut to become the support we needed most. Since we can’t just give up... — ’I- I will do my best. I’ve... I’ve been in this kind of situation before... and I’ll do what I can again...’

"....."

’But I know... it’s different to that time... S-so I’ll ask you to help me too... we... luckily, we are two here...’

".. . . ..."

’W-we have each other... r-right?’

We both, even though we were accustomed to getting ourselves together while supporting each other, were still not convinced since this wasn’t something we had much control over. But there was a sense of resignment to the fear that started to grow... because both of us understood it wouldn’t help... which, of course, didn’t mean we weren’t scared anymore.

Regardless, I made us look around the room. Noticing at first how no one had come to take a look after all the noise we made... to then search the bits of the room we couldn’t reach with our eyes for anything that may be of use.

’We can see what’s around at the very least... that’s a good thing. But even so... besides the table, the bed and the window in the ceiling...’ — "Maybe only the sheets could be of use... besides the glass of water..."

"....."

Probably, Marianne didn’t understand well how those could be of use since she hadn’t experienced this kind of thing before... but I wasn’t truly inclined to tell her how I would use them if given the chance... since even if desperate, I hope I don’t have to get that far.

’... I wonder where this is... there’s sun outside so we shouldn’t be as far as in another country, right? I mean... How did he even bring us here without anyone noticing?? It’s so weird...’

"..."

’...’

Both of us fell silent after grasping how calm the place was unlike our head that went back to feeling hesitant to move around while chained... not truly knowing what to do, but also aware that wondering about the hows would not change anything... although... against this conviction both in a mere blink within the calmness of the room that we slowly wanted to make ours... The mister’s existence came to mind because there was a piece of us wondering about him... truly concerned and... we kind of shared the wish to actually think about the things that could be happening on the Duke’s side.

After what had happened and the insecurities that were born... we... we only felt secure about the Mister we had met.

When it came to the others we weren’t, and mostly I wasn’t, too certain if I could believe what we saw of them... but if it was the mister... if it was Marianne’s father...

"....." — Deciding not to move around as we did need to settle our head down a little more, we sat on the bed again, looking blankly at the white sheets... as we finally pondered about it.

’Do you think... he will search for us?’

"...~..."

’Right... He will, right?... Your dad won’t stay still... he will look for us...’ — I felt a momentary relief while agreeing with Marianne. But... Sigh... She still felt that I wasn’t entirely convinced. — ’... Truthfully... the main story was without us because supposedly we were dead... The main story started, however, and we are alive... but...’

"..."

’Maybe I’m paranoid after seeing the Crown Prince with the Female Lead... I might be mistaken while thinking that somehow this will move in a way so at some point the original can unfold like it should... so...’

"....?"

I wasn’t really inclined to tell clearly what I thought could happen to Marianne. Her faith in her Father, honestly speaking... I also wanted to share it in its whole... But when things are like they are... I just don’t seem able to do it.

Nonetheless, Marianne was asking me to clarify my meanings with those sensations she sent me from her corner, which was a little all over the place now... and I couldn’t keep it to myself. Because, sooner or later, she would still learn about it since this body is hers.

’... I’m not as convinced because... although we are not dead, remember that they still can make it look as if we are?’

"__"

’What if the Mister... is told that and-’

*Knock knock*

"?!"

Standing quickly to the knock on the door we didn’t expect, both of us to freeze up as a whole. Body and minds. Having immersed ourselves in the "what ifs" we had at least gained some distraction, which suddenly felt far away at the surprise with which the kidnapper’s presence showed itself.

The door opened indifferent to our subconscious that prayed for it not to open as we didn’t feel prepared to face anyone... although I doubt a moment where we felt prepared could come under these circumstances.

We lowered our gaze as we listened to how the door opened, and as I listened to the steps coming inside... it was a woman’s voice the one we heard and shocked us so much that we ended up observing how she moved. Stupefied... because we had seen her before... very often at that; helping Paige with some of her duties while serving Marianne at the Palace.

"Lady Marianne, I am to leave these clothes and water here so you may change."

"....." — ’What- what is she doing here?... I’m sure its the girl I saw helping Paige a few times...’

"Anything you may need you may tell me... yet I do not assure you we can grant it. Those are Master Paul’s orders."

’... Paul.....’

"Then if you will excuse me."

"?!" — ’Wait!’

Once she said she was leaving, I broke out of the blank stare I was watching her with. Calling her attention back as I moved making the chains resound until I wasn’t able to get closer. Noticing that where she had left the things she brought, wasn’t somewhere I could reach...