You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 87

She was practically next to him.

The startling place she was found, along with her position, was completely unexpected. Nonetheless...

Her beautiful body, resting on the bit of grass, surrounded by flowers that seemed worthless compared to her ethereal features... Were the ones that took all of his breath away, instead of her abrupt appearance in his sights.

Noticing her closed eyelids and her silent breathing... He glanced all over her existence.

How the dress fell on her body, exhibiting without decorum her curvy lines... How the sun fell on the bare skin at her cleavage, long and slim neck, and her gorgeous and hypnotising countenance..... caused within him a suffocating sensation, an extremely passionate drive to sink his fingers in her soft body’s skin which was wrapped by such inconsiderate dress.....

Maddening jealousy invades his being, holding his grudge against the fortunate sunlight... That gets to touch her precious smooth skin without a care for permission and with no hint of rejection from the Lady.

Her hands, laying on top of her stomach, those he wanted to be touched with and..... Her seemingly modest... but voluptuous breasts...

’... Hahh... This woman is... She’s driving me crazy...’

The usually elusive and confident stance of the Crown Prince seemed to crumble in her presence. His fingers were tingling in restlessness, his feet wanted to close the distance to make it nonexistent, and his chest... The orchestra his lungs and his heart were playing with a chaotic tune... were all making his adrenaline heightened. Slowly but surely, summoning his dangerous and barely controlled thirst... That one type of thirst he only started to feel when he met the mysterious Lady.

Staying frozen in his place, Zeleskiaz observed Marianne for a long time before letting himself get closer.

Making sure she was asleep, it was only once the Prince was convinced, that he took action.

In complete quietude, he came to her side and, resting one of his knees on the grass mattress she was sleeping on... The Crown Prince took one of her spread strands of hair, and lifted it carefully, only to lean closer, breathe her aroma and shamelessly declare...

"... Do not forget... To come to me..... Visit the Palace, My Lady..."

Zeleskiaz whispered, with his manly low voice, letting all his passionate desire to take her with him in that same moment, paint his tone with a seductively muffled volume.

"... I will be waiting..."

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It was incredibly difficult to open my sealed eyelids. The nap we had just floated out from, was as deep as the ocean, and our eyes were as tightly closed as if they had been pasted together.

Usually, one would wake up all beaten up from such a deep sleep... But not this time.

We had been constantly tired for a long time. Although we were back to the "normal" I know of in this body, we still had a lot of exhaustion accumulated. Whether it was being caused by our condition, our falling sick, the nocturnal visits, the uncertainty of when I will be able to hum again or all the unknown things I keep discovering that were not said in the novel... It is all bound to take a toll on us even if we don’t certainly feel it to its real degree.

That’s why when I finally was able to open my eyes... Our body felt truly rested, like it never really did in all these weeks.

The sky I saw immediately after opening them to their fullest, was one preparing to let the sunset dye it in warm colours. And even though I knew that meant we needed to go back into the Castle because we had spent too much time outside... I felt incredibly glad to have been able to spend a peaceful and relaxing time like this with Marianne... for the very first time.

We had our lovely moments before, but this time we truly just hanged out and chilled outside.

This is precious quality time I’ve spent with my girl here.

We didn’t need to worry about anything. We didn’t need to mind about our surroundings... We were all by ourselves, being ourselves, and having a nice time by ourselves.

This outing has been such a great success that I am decided to repeat it countless times from now on. If my baby red panda gets used to what is outside, she will definitely make progress and find herself again.

She has been doing a great job enduring Paul’s sickly games and today she has been doing as she wants and expressing her emotions so well, I am sure we will keep improving further until we regain our voice and even the words to speak.

I will keep staying by her side and help her out. Therefore, she can rest assured that nothing will happen to her as long as I’m here.

And not only me. If I were to ever disappear for any reason... My girl knows now that her Father is here for her too.

... Speaking of which...

’Anne... We need to go back now~’

A tiny twinge of dejection came over our body as I said this. Ignoring my playful tone, Anne became immediately depressed by having to end our outing. However, I wasn’t finished talking.

Thus, also ignoring her disappointment, I continued to sing the rest of the plan.

’If we don’t get back~ when will we give his gift to your Father~? I wonder how he will react~~ Do you think he will like it~~?’

An excited jolt made me seat up from my laying position. Marianne was completely willing to go back now.

Like the lovely daddy’s girl she is, Anne was obviously impatient to go to her father’s presence and give him the present we took the afternoon making.

For my part, I was also restless to quickly hand it to the good Sir.

I’m very grateful to him. He said we shouldn’t thank him because it is his delight to care for us...

No. Not "for us"... For Marianne.

That’s the reason why I do need to show him my gratitude, even if I shouldn’t say it as Marianne, I can’t just let the warmth he has unconsciously given to me go without thanking him somehow.

’I do have manners... I would feel guilty otherwise.’

I felt a tiny flinch in my ear. Anne was paying attention and I could tell it was her way to ask "what are you talking about?" to me with the momentary pause she put on her excitement.

’Nothing~ Just... Thinking out loud (?)... Hahaha... Come on, we should hurry! We might get to have a little tea break with those delicious vanilla biscuits the Duke asked for the first time we visited!! It’s been a while since we had them~’

Wrapping the tiny empty wooden boxes, where the snacks came in, with the pretty cloth and then taking the portable canvas as I made sure the quill and ink bottle were clean, we got up carefully tidying up our dress and shawl to begin our way back to the Castle in a fast pace... Well... a fast pace for us...

To us, it felt very quick, but I’m sure that for any other it would be a normal walking speed.

’Heh, I’m truly curious if sloths know they are slow like we do or just think they are the normal ones and others the ones with a weird speed... Huhuhuh! It’s interesting right, sweetheart?’

Chuckling on the inside, I could feel Anne having fun while we walked as fast as we could, hearing my random thoughts. If now she can even feel entertained by them...

I guess it’s a good thing there is not much of a filter between us!

Arriving at the main entrance, I tried pushing the door to open it. But...

’Woah! So heavy!’

Therefore, without much choice, I knocked on it twice.

Knock knock!

"....."

’... Uh... Should I make a knock-knock joke while we wait–?! Oh! never mind~’

It took a few seconds to get someone to open it, but luckily, the one to open the big door for us... Was none other than Mister Thomas.

’Nice!’

"Lady Marianne, I am sorry for the delay. Please come in quickly, the wind is getting stronger outside."

Foosh~

Looking back, I saw how even the short grass was being swept by the increasing strength of the wind.

’Huh? Woah! He’s right! How come I didn’t notice?? And I thought it was because of ur speed!! How foolish!’

The tingle in my chest to my inward comment told me once again that Anne was laughing at it.

’Heh, you like those jokes? or are you just in a good mood~? Either way, keep laughing honey because I love to feel you having fun!’

We entered our residence as I teased my pretty girl, and even before Mister Thomas said anything to start serving us, I impulsively lifted my hand carrying the empty wrapped cloth and, forfeiting my index finger from holding it, I pointed with it in the direction where The Duke’s office was.

’Mister! Please take me to the Sir!!’

I was very aware that my eyes were conveying our eagerness because right now, I truly was practically jumping in impatience to go to him.

’I have to give him our awesome gift!!’

However, in the midst of my excitement... I failed to notice... I was literally giving tiny jumps in my spot.