The problem facing Koyor today was its military fragility and the physical weakness of Kyle, its heir apparent.
The fact that Kyle was forced to co to the country even after a grueling voyage made one imagine the nuisance of the problem.
Eventually, the exchange of greetings by Arnold and Kyle ended, and she sensed that Arnold was looking at her.
“Rishe.”
“Yes, Your Highness?”
She looked up when he called her.
Rishe, who had been waiting in the corner, walked to Arnold, who was yet to be seated.
“I’m Princess Rishe. It’s a pleasure to et you.”
“Pleased to et you.”
Rishe looked at Kyle in front.
Ceramic-like skin and silver hair. Short, trimd silver hair that glowed on the surface.
His eyes were a pale light blue, resembling the surface of a clear lake.
The stubborn glint in them reflected his tenacity.
He really resembles an ice spirit.
She rembered the tinge in so girls’ cheeks as they gossiped about him.
“My na is Rishe Ilmgard Wertsner. It is a great honor to et Your Royal Highness Prince Kyle.”
“―― ……”
Rishe smiled, the next mont —
“I’m Kyle Morgan Cleverly.”
“!”
Kyle dropped to his knees without hesitation and quickly knelt before Rishe.
It was flawlessly done, quite like a professional knight.
When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes, which seed to be made of ice, shone through the light.
Kyle remained in that posture and stated quite naturally, “You’re the image of a beautiful goddess.”
Uh.
Kyle seriously looked straight up at Rishe.
“I’m extrely honored to et you. Please forgive my rude outburst in the presence of such a beauty. I had thought that His Highness Arnold’s fiancée must be a princess of incomparable beauty. I just didn’t imagine how much.”
Uh, uh-huh…
“The gold that our country boasts is no match for the sheer brilliance of Lady Rishe. Even the flowers in full bloom would be ashad of their existence before you.”
Hearing the complints raining with such sincerity, Rishe recalled.
It’s…
In so countries, there was a culture of ‘n praising won.’
Children were routinely taught this technique from an early age.
Whenever a woman was walking down a muddy street in Koyor, a strange man would stop her and offer her a gentlemanly escort so that she wouldn’t be in danger.
According to her ntor, it was devised to entertain families during the long winter months when they couldn’t leave the house.
Whether that was true or false, she didn’t know. But in any case, the higher the status, the more the n of Koyor tended to respect the culture.
In other words, Kyle, a prince and a very serious man, would carry it out with a straight face.
It was only as a courtesy, and Kyle himself had no other intentions.
However, he was so sincere in his complints, that won were reputed to say, ‘Despite knowing that it’s a routine, I almost took it seriously.’
“You flatter , Your Highness.”
Rishe smiled, accepted the complint, and then flushed it out.
It was also the Koyor’s way to not overreact, but take things in stride.
Not that it matters.
There was sothing that inevitably bothered Rishe.
Prince Kyle’s complexion is terrible…
She looked down at him kneeling in despair.
His skin, even though it’s white, looks even paler. The nail on his index finger is cracked, and there are lines running down the side. The mucous mbranes at the edges of his eyes are a bit too white, too! And his posture is less energetic than usual; his voice is obviously softer than before!
She quickly accounted for the nutrients and herbs she needed now in her mind. In the anti, Kyle showered praises on Rishe.
“The fingertips of His Highness’ chosen bride are beautiful, as if they were adorned with jewelry.”
“Thank you. This nail polish will be manufactured in Garkhain soon. I hope everyone in Koyor will be able to enjoy them as well. Your Highness Arnold–”
“…”
Huh?!
The mont she saw her fiancé standing beside her, Rishe was taken aback.
It was because Arnold was looking at Kyle with terribly glacial eyes.
Did I miss sothing?!
T:N: Hahaha
Arnold: You lookin for death? ∩(·ω·)∩
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