Chapter 142: Chapter 142
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[ Then, does that mean we can play and eat together today? Marvellous! ]
Dioclecià had glimmering eyes as he stared at the little text the Lady had now given him. He was expecting to be dismissed after her question on his schedule and had felt grief to think that the kind Lady was also not happy with his presence.
Yet, the gaze she looked at him with was simply honest and bright, conveying her true delight for having him visit this morning.
Shyly, he intended to answer as controlled as possible, holding his joy from being obvious in his voice as the Prince answered.
"I... It is only for breakfast, My Lady..."
To his answer, the Lady rolled her eyes downwards letting the tender lids wither as she tilted her head in apparent disappointment.
"Hm? What has the Lady inquired on, Dioclecià?..... Oh..." — Leaning to selfishly read the message meant for the Little Prince, Francois slightly lifted his edges’ corners, pleased at how the Lady was behaving just as nicely as he had expected her to and even excelling his predictions.
"Fear not, My Lady. Dioclecià could make good use of a break from his studies for today. A Prince should also make friends and I believe Lady Marianne would be a great influence on my son... Do you not agree, Third Prince?"
"!!! Y-Yes! Uh-... M-My Lady! If you may have me for today, then I would gladly leave today’s studies for tomorrow!!"
Excited by the unexpected permission, the child tensed his body to let a stronger voice come out instead of the low volume one he had been using from cautiousness.
Following his eagerness, accordingly to the ambience, the foreign soul moved the possessed body in a cheerful way that exuded the elation that could not be performed on her delicate visage.
Clapping her hands repeatedly to then join them together in a fist near her cheeks, she shrank her shoulders tightly to portray her ecstatic mood.
The men all smiled and, Infected by her lovely energy, the Emperor gave the initiative to finally March their way to the place he had prepared to enjoy the meal he had skipped at the start of his day to share with the cute child.
"Now that the issue has been solved, let’s go to the Terrace Lounges. I am certain that Lady Marianne will be delighted by the sights there."
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Zeleskiaz had stayed awake all night trying to figure out how to deal with the conflicting sensations her hate could bring him and the ways to attain her desired everything to himself.
Most of the unstoppable time, his head remained blank, not knowing where to commence to get her acceptance while his restless body moved some extremity, anxious from the ignorance of the feelings he couldn’t entirely decipher.
He would unconsciously stop his fruitless search whenever the reminiscence of the Lady’s shared touch flashed through his head to immediately set newborn heat in his body from the luxurious treat he had received on her balcony.
The trace her hands had left on his chest as they wrapped around his neck... And the feel of her slim and bony fingers on his concentrated jaw, that was only interested in engulfing her tasty mouth in deeper kisses... How the meaty lip... Carefully bitten by his dangerous teeth felt maddeningly soft and tender... appetising in their cherry shade that only served to incite the craving to suck on them strongly, once and over again to experience their fresh sweetness...
"Fuuuhh..... Lady..."
Frustrated, he had undone his already disarranged appearance, loosening the suffocating clothing he was wearing to let more of his heated and covered in passionate sweat skin breathe the intrusive breeze sliding through his windows.
Pained by not attaining much concentration on what troubled him, his night went by with urgent struggles and only when the sun became the apparent culprit to enlighten the dark bedroom with golden lightning... slyly crawling between the curtains... It was only then, that The Crown Prince decided to clean himself from the distasteful odour his blooded hair and hands were oozing since yesterday evening.
Taking a long bath, still lost in his thoughts, the red was drained out from his beautiful locks returning his manly essence to its pleasing original fragrance that the Foreign soul had mistaken for a cologne.
Although his body should have been empty of energy from the long night he had pulled awake, his whole being was vigorous and ready to continue awake for the rest of the new day.
It was as he changed into a new outfit that a message was sent to him, from his Father, The Emperor... One giving him the place his feet should bring him to.
Knock knock...
"Your Highness, His Majesty has confided in me to deliver a message..."
".... Speak."
"His Majesty wishes to communicate that, he will be expecting you to join him at the Terrace Lounges soon for the guest wouldn’t feel pleased with Your Highness’s delay."
As Zeleskiaz heard the words sent to him, his hand halted his movement as it laced his wrists in the frilly sleeves of his shirt.
Abstaining from responding, the Prince took his time arranging the open shirt trying to forget his father’s annoying timing.
"... Your Highness?" — Concerned, the servant asked, immediately receiving the Prince’s response.
"Leave."
Without saying a word the servant humbly escaped the scene, desiring to avoid being the one upsetting the ferocious Crown Prince further.
Zeleskiaz was done giving more spins to the matter. The only thing he desired was to be near the Lady, and whatever it was that was driving him to act in this unsuitable way with new unknown sensations... Zeleskiaz wanted it all to be slowly discovered as the two conversed.
If their chances of meeting increased with an unwanted company, it did not matter. The Crown Prince had only been able to unravel two desires in the long sleepless hours and he was adamant about obtaining the two however he could.
Having her close... And somehow attaining her everything... Were now his only clear goals with respect to the Lady.
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Grooming himself, unconsciously picky at anything that seemed out of place from his outfit, Zeleskiaz left his enclosed quarters without needing to tell his servants to clean the slowly putrefying corpses decorating his floor.
Silently walking to the place he had been summoned, he crossed paths with the ones who would turn his disaster into a common room.
Nevertheless, only the way leading to her whereabouts was clear to his sights.
His decisive steps only began slowing their speed as closer he got to the terraces where she posed her beauty.
Uncomfortable by the unique restlessness of their next encounter, which seemed to be creating a joyful void in his chest as Zeleskiaz knew it was soon to happen, The collected Crown Prince ignored it completely. As it was unknown to his confident self, he came forward, crossing the vault arch entrance that would quickly let her alluring figure into his sight.
Seating at the oval table, accompanied by her Father and two of his relatives, Lady Marianne displayed her gorgeous hair over her shoulders, flooding like elegant river waves dyed in the sunlight that highlighted its lovely colour.
The Lady’s straightened back in her seat that received her bushy long fur demonstrating how slim her torso was as it curved on her hips and seemingly modest voluptuousness, wearing an outstandingly pure and soft pink dress that brightened the place ostensibly as the teacup was slowly brought to her splendorous lips, innocently fluttering her lids like gorgeous wings... Caused his bland pupils to dilate in ecstasy.
She was...
’Mischievously gorgeous...’
The Prince thought, feeling how her dazzler visage drifts light itself in shame.
"Crown Prince... It is good to see you have arrived earlier than expected..."
Hearing his Father’s voice, the Lady turned to look in his direction, to which unconsciously the Crown Prince averted his eyes to answer the entertained Emperor.
"Good Morning, Your Majesty. I must say that I did not expect your notice... Yet, I appreciate the reminder for this meeting."
Showing off his nonchalant attitude at his Father’s enticing smirk, Zeleskiaz demonstrated great composure to then greet the other people present.
"It is good to see His Grace again today, I hope you had comfortable rest in the room prepared to receive you."
"... Greetings, Your Highness... It was indeed a pleasant night of rest." — Orland said, placing his front as a Duke with observant eyes.
"... That is a relief..." — Noticing the Duke’s cautious gaze he answered dubiously as his eyes rolled to the child who is his little brother. — "... Good Morning... Dioclecià."
"... Good Morning..... Your High–" — The Little Prince suddenly halted his greeting, concerned at how he should address his older Brother. However, once he peeked at him as his Royal addressing was being said he corrected his sayings at the displeased stare. — "Zeleskiaz..."
The Emperor, who did not know anything, widened his eyes at the short exchange that was followed by the careful stroke on the child’s head given by the supposedly disagreeable Crown Prince.
"Well done." — Zeleskiaz lastly told the child.
Summoning on everyone attending the breakfast, disbelief for what they had witnessed, being the two Princes Father the one most impressed at the relationship they seemed to display.
’... My two sons... Call each other by name??’