You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 525

The graceful sound and light movement of her crown startled the young man when too close to feign any innocence or ignorance. Meeting the drowsy eyes of an awake Marianne, whose smile took an elegant shape as soon as his trouble was manifested in frozen breathing.

"I fell asleep while you were gone... yet I did not think I would wake to hear your gallant whispers like this, my prince..."

"... *gulp*... I apologise...-!" — Nervous by the close and dulcet murmurs of the woman, Zeleskiaz attempted to take back a safe distance from his temptation. However, her hand had already grasped the sloppy frills of a clean blouse, keeping him as close so no escape like the previous one would be made... with almost no force in her grasp whatsoever.

"There is no need... you were saying something you did not finish... therefore, please do tell me... what was it, Prince Zeleskiaz..."

"... I woke you." — Trying to escape the question, he replied uneasily. Causing her lids to flutter in contemplation as to how to follow his attempt.

"... perhaps you did wake me..."

"Perhaps... so, did I?"

"... perhaps... or perhaps a dream this is..." — Still with a sleepy demeanour Marianne chuckled while she knew the reality this was. Playful as her fingers caressed the fabric of the prince’s blouse in a tone that wanted him to believe nothing wrong could be found... in what could be an answer given in a dream... — "Although, it would be a pity to miss what you said in my dreams, your highness..."

"... even so... these hands will never cease hoping to reach yours."

"..."

"... That is what I was about to say..." — Zeleskiaz ended up saying, entranced by the lift of her corners as another truth was told.

"It is good I did not miss it..." — The lady said in a demure sound. — "For I will also, just like this, keep you close, your Highness."

The gazes they shared after such words were declared tensed the fresh couple, aware of what they wanted yet doubtful of letting themselves sink into the pleasures a fake dream could excuse... Her hand tightened its hold of the man’s blouse, making him peek below, where also a glance of her round chest could be met.

Seconds of desired lust... that passed as if eternal without a decision being made... until she found herself needy of words to fill such dangerous silence she had summoned because of her soul’s wish to keep him near.

"... There is something I wanted to tell you as soon as possible since it concerns us..." — Fiddling with the fabric, Marianne’s gaze avoided his that observed her fingers play, just as conflicted by the situation they found themselves in. — "As we conversed this afternoon... a chaperon has indeed been chosen to follow us in this courting... At least, Father has already chosen and given them their orders... He told me this afternoon after we went in separate ways."

"... ’Them’? My Lady?"

"Yes... It is Sir Vitor and scholar Theodore."

"... the one that also serves the shadows?"

"? Does the crown prince know about him?"

"... I can tell by the man’s aura. He’s been standing at your door tonight instead. He used to guard you at a distance that is not usually easy to spot... it appeared amiss yet this explains it."

"..."

"..."

Amazed by the tranquillity conveyed while exposing great skills she did not know much about, Marianne lifted her eyes in a pause that let her see how invested his attention was in her hand keeping hold of him, calling his attention with the silence and noticing the tension hidden in his hues.

"... This must mean you have always known of his presence."

"... yes, as well as his location... it was convenient many times, my lady."

"... hmm... what a capable prince..."

"..."

"Is this why you are the crown prince?"

"..."

"... what is it? You keep staring yet saying nothing, your Highness." — At the question, the many thoughts of the man concentrated on his hand, clenching the edge he held onto with a force that could break it if uncontrolled. — "Is there something bothering you?"

Many wishes invaded Zeleskiaz at the sound of her question, which was smoothly seducing his sanity into recklessness.

Madness wanted him to hold her, tight and close in embrace, creeping without mercy so he could steal kisses she was ready to give. Nevertheless, regret was also colliding with his desires, thinking ahead of what could come if he acted too brazen, as well as conflicted by the need to convey how this visit should not happen again in the following nights, much more when experiencing this much ordeal only with her drowsy whispers.

"... You have confirmed that chaperons have been assigned by your father."

"? Yes."

"My lady... just as I figured his whereabouts with ease, although not as easily, he also is able to do it when it comes to me."

"..."

"While I am here, both of them are probably aware of my presence in your chambers."

"... However, Vitor has never noticed..."

"No, my lady... he certainly noticed." — Using the bit of the truth he knew would help him excuse this decision, Zeleskiaz exposed how the knight had kept quiet about his visits probably out of goodwill.

The aura’s skill was such that any with fairly trained skill would be able to find another a some distance and the knight was certainly one of great skills that would not fail to become aware of intruders... although it was truthfully because of the guarding shadow of Theodore who from a distance had witnessed the crown prince visiting the lady, for the chambers Marianne owned were such that protected their track from anyone even if fairly trained. — "I can assure you that both must know of my continuous visits."

"... then how come father does not know? He would have mentioned it to me."

"Well... that may change tonight as there are new orders he must have given Vitor and Theodore." — Zeleskiaz said, feeling depressed as her hand lost hold of his clothes once concern started to grow in Marianne.