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The clear words of her letters had disrupted his insides in an ignorant chasm.
It was a lovely truth she had shared to a curious question he had done because of her velvety presence when witnessing the creature.
Her eyes looked at it with loneso resignnt to let it leave for an uncertain fate and his eagerness to learn whatever lighted those eyes with any emotion of hers, threw him to ask an answer to his doubts without much consideration.
Nonetheless... His heart confusedly ached at the obtained knowledge.
[ No. I am one. ]
"..."
[ I like it when he calls a bird. ]
"..."
The Crown Prince had seen in her eyes the yearning as she wrote the answer. The Lady’s spirit vibrated greatly in a lovely air, certainly writing those words with heartfelt sincerity.
Yet, once again... Such honesty had him chained in new conflict.
The reminiscence of her gleam when eting the far sky in their regrettable return erged selfishly in his mind. And so, Zeleskiaz blurted.
"... Therefore... The Lady finds joy in the sky and birds who travel through it...?"
"..."
A decisive nod was given, as well as a boost to his conflict of naless desperation. Hence, aware that his grief was to summon a sight the Lady did not deserve to watch...
"I understand. It is regrettable, yet I ought to leave so the Lady finds rest."
"..."
The two souls listened surprised. The man’s response seed rushed, and even to the carefree soul inhabiting Marianne, his harsh expression, as well as his reluctance to et her eyes for long, felt misplaced.
"Until later, Lady."
Quickly he turned to flee, as the woman stared confused at the sudden end of their evening.
Nonetheless... She said nothing.
Neither on the outside nor the inside, she stayed hushed at the scene and, ultimately perceiving the curious gaze of her maid, she freed herself from the silent wonder to continue her day.
’I should take a look at my treasure...’
She decided, trying to change her focus and attempt to leave behind the disappointnt disguised as confusion.
anwhile, the Crown Prince’s strides beca wider at the gradual suffocation he felt. His destination was his private chambers, yet that is everything his psyche was conscious of at the ti.
Zeleskiaz’s speed only halted at his entrance; where he hesitatingly opened the gates after an uncomfortable pause, only to find the familiar sight.
With every paced step he gave inside, The man’s desultory heart, felt puffed in ache, nacing to pierce his chest out of discord.
"..."
The feel of the pure cloth... and then its plunging soft sound on the floor.
The sll of coloured feathers... Those she liked.
Swallow...
’... I’ve devastated thousands of these creatures...’
His clear inward sentence summoned a heated headache.
— I am one. —
’She is...’
Zeleskiaz felt faint.
In his eyes, she was far more enchanting than those simple creatures. Nonetheless, he now could see in them the appalling similarity to her lovely elegance in their delicate wings covered in luxurious feathers.
Prominent in their beauty and stand... just as she was portraying herself when teaching him her likes.
"... She’s certain to despise now..." — Zeleskiaz barely pronounced in a choking voice as his features struggled with the pain.
His hand, like he has never done, caressed the depressing bars of the huge cage, feeling its cold temperature and heartbreaking edges that prevented the creatures from leaning on them.
’... If she once was a bird... And had co to et as these have...’
"Kh.."
The rusty flavour that ca from his lip was maddeningly deleterious. Yet he still tasted and swallowed it. Intending for its harmful mory would never leave his soul.
Zeleskiaz’s next actions did not wait.
Driven by the difficult pressure his emotions placed on him, the bars of the cage were opened.
Though, unlike usual, instead of his hand going into it in search of the feathers, he recoiled. A step after another... And yet another one.
He slowly stepped back; Away from the cage that held the creatures that now only reminded him of her desirable figure.
...Flutter...
One feather fell and after a curious one made its way out of their prison, the others followed.
Flap, flap... Rustle...
The man’s eyes watched the wings shortly fly in the restricted sky of his chambers. Chaotic yet free, every single one of the creatures seed to gain a new beauty once freed from their cage. The sound of their flapping and random twits reached his ears differently from the cracking sounds he used to make from holding them.
Running his gaze through the surrounding feathers, the Prince fixated his eyes on a lovely pair that shared its species with the one the Lady had previously waved goodbye to.
"... This is how it ought to be." — He mumbled, heavy from how strong fatigue he felt out of guilt.
"... Even if the thirst pushes into insanity..."
— I prefer it before causing harm to sothing she finds delight in. —
Words without true shape resounded at the bottom of his soul.
That day, every cage holding winged creatures was opened. Hundreds of them flew away into the skies over the palace and marched beautifully in the red lightning of a disappearing sun.
Nevertheless, sleep was deprived of him. Bothered by his past, Zeleskiaz blankly watched the empty balcony that wouldn’t have her presence in the anti.
Even recalling their passionate twining did not appease his affray.
His asured deanour had been disrupted by the imprinted feel of the frail corpses in his palms and fingers.
Zeleskiaz felt sickened with himself. Saddened greatly for harming creatures that represented her coly virtue.
— Leaving here this chance ends —
"..."
Pained, his eyes closed. Recalling the aty lips that even in the dim light appeared appetizing in their cherry shade; Juicy, sweet and succulent in their softness... His heart ached at the surreal mory.
"... It hurts." — The Crown Prince declared, clenching the loose blouse covering him.
’Why does my chest aches so greatly right now?... I...’
"I’m at loss... My Lady..... I cannot bring myself to understand what you have done to ."
Every little detail of her figure crossed his mind in a blink.
"It’s not only your restrictions that have in desperation now... This... This painful throb my insides keep on amassing at what I’ve done unknowingly..."
Intimidating strife... and shortness of breath...
"How am I to overco this qualm... This deserved penance... To appreciate your illusion calmly again?"
’... Lady... What is this sentint you have cursed with...?’
Ignorance at the obvious that was unthinkable for the Prince. His new feelings kept evolving their deepness, selfishly, steadily...shalessly.
Indeed, like a curse, strong and relentless, the unique emotion was to invade him completely in his oblivion. Although... the sensation was so spectacular in its complexity, that whenever the distance was shortened to the recipient, his whole existence beca ecstatic at the enormous bliss of her presence... And it was this heavenly sensation... That brought him to unconsciously help the curse to grow further.
"... A disease... A calamity... A curse..... Even though I know how dangerous a sentint this appears... Haaa..... My Lady..."
’I cannot bring myself to halt its destructive power.’
Nothing like this was ant for him to experience. Nonetheless, Zeleskiaz was learning the uncontrollable force of the unknown.
"My Lady..... My Lady Marianne... Feathered mist that invades my entire spirit..... Help Fenrir... So I can be at her side proudly and drown in her gaze without sha."
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In the tall building, at his favoured spot, the man was once again changing the bandages placed to cover the unwilling-to-heal wound.
The itchy sensation of the fresh air grazing it as it was set free from the old bandages scorched as strongly as it did the mont the weapon flew towards him.
’... I should have obeyed Bashaa... The ordered distance of sixty ters was certainly not a whim...’
The unkempt man was still bothered by the unexpected response he received after approaching the Prince’s whereabouts thoughtlessly, simply curious to see from closer what occurred inside after learning the presence of a certain Lady there.
’He’s a dangerous man... It took him a re second to find even when concealing my presence... It wasn’t a bluff when Bashaa warned the clan.’
As a mber raised by the stealthy clan, he was stunned that the feared Hero of the Empire was indeed an opponent the Umbra Quadrigis ought to respect out of the nace he represented to their extrely trained skills.
"... My Lady... I couldn’t even peek at Miss Marianne’s figure because of that deadly poniard."
The book he had lent to her rested peacefully on his buried desk where she once ca to surprise him.
"... I hope she’s recovered... I hope the Crown Prince won’t harm her weak spirit further with pressure..." — Spreading the healing oil on the wound, he mumbled regretfully.
His intentions at the ti were to guard her against any harm that could co her way, yet her chambers were guarded by the invisible veil of Fenrir’s protection and the only place he might have been able to watch over her was where the rules demanded an extre distance from the Lady’s companion.
"... I wonder when His Grace will send news on her recovery..... To think it’s been a week since they left for the Palace..." — Theodore mumbled, preoccupied for the girl who had left to stay near a man that easily injured him.
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