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Zeleskiaz had surprised himself with his spontaneous acts.
The man had certainly determined himself to serve their agreent the respect it deserved, as it was a compromise he was making with the Fair Lady in sight for better developnt in their peculiar association which had been steered in that direction by his thoughtless impulses.
It was the great contrast between the grief her teary eyes glimred in threat to permit her visage to shelter any tear that would deluge over her abundant eyelashes, hinting at the common sadness that invokes such actions... And the response she gave to his query, contradicting the initial despairing perceptions he had amassed inside, that brought a relief the Prince had yet to experience this wholeheartedly
Nonetheless, it was not the result of her answer that invoked the unstoppable impulse to softly kiss her lips surface.
The woman who had monts ago been told about the revival of her long-lost expressions had once again let her inner self take shape in her body’s host’s delicate countenance.
Portraying an enchantingly gossar smile, the tears beca a beaming decoration to her brilliant anthracite pupils, reverberating through his unstable heart with rumbling impacts that threw away any conviction to respect her conditions Zeleskiaz had.
It was only natural for the Young Prince to break the self-imposed shackles placed on him by the agreent they had co to. The Lady was breathtakingly beautiful in her usual emotionless deanour, and even though he had witnessed greater demonstrations of the shape her dull expression could adopt... This last one she unconsciously manifested was uncanny by laying the proof of how treacherous a man Zeleskiaz was when it ca to the Lady’s disinhibited visage.
She was a sweet whiff of a spell, that with every little additive enticed him dangerously towards the betrayal of their deal.
The Crown Prince was appalled by the course her presence lead his lust so effortlessly to bite the lure of her charm, in what seed to be an unintentional act on her part.
Hence, his petition of patience and forgiveness on her side was not as unfounded as the Foreign soul so guardedly presus.
"..."
The two now stood by each other, in the deafening stillness of the Crown Prince’s bureau as his hand, gently, yet with adequate strength, held her bony hand, dismissing any chance for her desired retreat.
"Lady Marianne... please do not sentence ... the predicant the distance you established in our compromise... I believe is the adequate one for I have acted selfishly... Nevertheless..... when–... If these incidents occur in the future... do recall..."
Fighting the urge to express his beliefs as strongly as it was permitted at this ti, his free hand clenched to restrain the rest of his corpse from leaning further onto her downcast crown... which refused to et his lilac hues breed more vigorous shades. Zeleskiaz was fairly away... Yet his whisper resounded with potent devotion as he continued his words.
"... Recall that all I’ve perpetrated in our encounters... was beforehand... an act with great restrain on my part, My Lady Marianne..."
"...."
No spoken response was to be expected, yet... he lingered near her...
"..."
... Eventually drawing his hand away from hers, that one fighting to desist the nacing whim of grasping his.
"... Maybe it has beco an issue for the Lady to find reliance in at this stage..."
"...."
"Yet I... I beg-?!"
The Prince was suddenly interrupted on his desperate intent for a request by the unusually fast ergence of her left hand, spreading her fingers widely across her palm.
It was the outco of the Foreign soul’s considerations during their silence, that was now displayed in her unique actions... Which appeared outstandingly odd to showcase once placed in this new Realm.
"...? Lady??"
Remarking on the importance of those five fingers, Marianne tried to highlight the spread hand in an unnecessary rush, struggling with her lack of voice.
’Five!! You have five!! Ugh! Give a second, I need the little notes... Sigh, If only you could... No, cross that, it’s best if you can’t read my thoughts. Marianne is enough to get the torture.’
Bewildered by the energy her body was moving with as she bent to retrieve one of the stacks laying on the centre table, Zeleskiaz watched her with confused amusent, leaving only a bit of the restless uncertainty the conversation was leading him into... to remain in the back of all his perplexed psyche.
[ Your Highness, I think I get the gist of what you an when asking for this. ]
’I an... Your opponent is no less than our pretty girl so... d*mn... And mixed with my aweso personality... Bloody hell, kinky... This must be agony for you...’
She thought, continuing the writing of the text she needed to convey.
[ Thus, I believe it is only fair to grant so ease to your efforts. ]
Looking at the writings she handed, Zeleskiaz widened his purplish eyes in disbelief without achieving comprehension of what she was implying by "granting so ease to his efforts".
Nonetheless, her anings soon ca in the spare stack she possessed.
[ I shall give you five opportunities, Your Highness. ]
"...." — Silently, he blankly stared again at her words.
[ These are the number of tis I shall forgive your thoughtless impulses. ]
"... Five tis...?"
Nodding with explicit determination, she then added more to her letters.
[ Were You to use each of these chances I am giving you... The sixth ti will not be forgiven and any relationship between us shall find a definite end, Your Highness. ]
Her offer was kind yet dangerously severe. The Crown Prince felt faint at the outco a sixth misstep would drive the two of them to and could not say a word by how strict of an opportunity was being given.
"..."
anwhile, the foreign soul thought to herself as she watched the conflicted Crown Prince process the contents of her handwriting.
’... I know. It’s a bit shocking, but you should be grateful Kinky goat. I only decided on giving you five chances because I had graded you with five points earlier. Now you’re back at zero, so you need to get yourself together if you want us to get better acquainted.’
"..."
A few seconds passed by, and finally, he spoke, adopting a business-like attitude.
"Fine. Nevertheless, I would like to clarify a doubt I have regarding these ’Five Opportunities’ you are kindly giving to , My Lady."
"..." — Gracefully, Marianne tilted her head in wonder as she responded with her thoughts. — ’... What is it?’
"May I interpret that these opportunities have a start from this mont onwards? I refuse to believe the Lady would deduct the number from the previous mistake I made. Am I right?"
"..." — ’Tsk... Sly b*stard... Yeah, you’re right! Happy?!’
Elegantly affirming his guesses with the slight movent of her head, opposite to her true reaction, she answered after regaining composure from how unbelievably petty a question he was asking.
Although he could feel her displeasure, for her body was much more expressive as the strong waves of her aura could slightly be felt in the distance they held, Zeleskiaz felt trembling excitent for he also was clever and, as the Foreigner had secretly stated... Sly enough to turn these conditions to his favour.
"... Ha..."
The corners of his mouth lifted mischievously now in a muffled snickering. For the new idea pleased him remarkably.
’My Lady... Five tis is more than enough... Thank you very much... I shall use them wisely, Lady Marianne...’
"As I thought, Lady Marianne is truly a fair Lady. Then, I shall seize this kind chance you are giving and take into great consideration this amount."
"..."
"Therefore..." — His hand approached her once again, slightly surprising the Lady. — "Now that we have co to another agreent... Let us proceed with the matter we must attend to... I am intrigued to know what your practices are about, my Lady."
"..."
Giving a dubious glance to his hand, the woman inwardly scoffed as an irritated sentence was told to the ignorant Prince.
’Hmph... We do have things to do, but I won’t fall for it. Let the hand get so breeze while you wait. Using gentlemanly manners to get your way... Hah! When you go I’m already giving a third run to the block, my friend. I’m not blind and I know where the desk is, so watch , arrogant Lead.’
Turning her back at him, she went around the couch behind her and walked the path the Crown Prince desired to escort her to his desk further into the bureau.
Marianne only placed her gaze on him once she stood in front of the large desk, looking back at him with similar arrogance Zeleskiaz usually portrayed, waiting prominently with a hand on the flat surface as new concealed words were said in her inner self. Nonetheless, these words were still being conveyed to the man she was directing them to, for her eyes did not hide her intent.
’So? Don’t just stand there. Weren’t you intrigued to know? I’ll tell you, so get your a** here. I don’t have all day.’
Her statuesque stance... Although nacing for how cold her eyes were challenging him, was mysteriously attractive.
Zeleskiaz could only grow excited at this ti...
... For any new findings about her entrancing existence were sure to be shown before him... as their encounters have now been sealed by their compromise and are to be done with frequency.
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