’He said he would co and he didn’t. He’s a d*rn prince... was sending a note or a ssage with soone too much to ask?... It’s obvious he wasn’t in a fight. He looked too freaking fine in those luxurious clothes for that.’
A part of had tried not to think about it. Just as I did while bothered at the waterfalls... but this ti it wasn’t working out.
’... Is it my period? It’s delayed so maybe that’s why I’m this easily edgy right now...’
"....."
’Urgh... I have a headache now. If it’s about to co...’
"... Lady Marianne... is there sothing wrong?" — The princess that had gently not talked much to probably aware sothing bothered , suddenly asked with appreciated secrecy.
It was only a second I took to decide to tell the truth of my current state, and with my blank post-it notes already out lying lonely on the table, I wrote for her to know.
[ I have a headache. I wish to take a stroll. ]
"! Is it too hurtful? Would you like for to tell Talmhach to co treat you?"
"..." — [ No. Thank you, Princess. A stroll will serve to gain so air. ]
"... Then I should join you."
’Urgh... Sorry princess but right now...’ — [ I appreciate it... However, I would like to go by myself. ]
"..... I understand... Do go and refresh yourself. Be careful not to wander out of the camping site."
Nodding to her suggestion I noticed how she then gave a nod to Vitor and so guards I knew were part of Robus Pars. It was nice to know she took care of us like this... but then again, I actually wanted to be by myself.
Completely... without the guards following .
’Either way, it can’t be helped. I would be stupid not to bring them with since this event is a good opportunity for anyone to kill .’ — Kind of nonchalant I told this heavy truth to Marianne. Who I felt was shaken by it as it wasn’t a laughing matter.
I stood from my seat and bowed as a gesture to excuse my leave from the other won. Which was aided by the Princess who elegantly inford I was to briefly vacate the tent.
From the side of my eye, I saw how Vitor and two of the guards followed as I left the tent.
I couldn’t help but feel annoyed even if aware it was necessary... I guess it was simply one of those days I don’t like any little thing going on...
I walked around. Through paths of dirt frad by grass and tents. And on every tent I passed, I noticed that each had a different print of cloth where I could read the nas and learn the emblems of the households owning them.
Naturally, as if touring, I arrived at that one pertaining to Marianne’s Surna: The Sylfinnier’s...
I watched it carefully from the outside. And surrounded it out of curiosity unlike I did the day before to see how big it actually was.
Eventually, I was standing before the entrance and stared at the closed curtain with an empty head... only feeling strongly in my chest the wish for the mister to suddenly peek out from it and et him again... Welcoming us with his fond smile... and imdiately cuddling us... aware of our current conflicting sadness.
"..."
’Haha... I guess it’s too much to ask... at this ti the mister must also be in the hunting grounds.’ — Bumd since I knew I wouldn’t find the comfort I was searching for, my head looked down at our feet that were invisible because of our long skirt.
The smile I forced ourselves to wear hurt this ti... and it made realise I truly don’t like this sensation of loneliness...
Forcing a smile only enhanced the sadness that provoked it.
’Sigh... why am I like this?? It must be the hormones ssing up with ... it’s not that big of a deal but I feel like it’s cracking up my heart slowly...’
"....."
’... I know... it’s not good to overthink.’ — To the hand that had taken my fingers I said with now a more honest smile... moved since it was obvious I wasn’t alone in this chaotic flood of emotions overruning our peace of mind.
I lifted my head to stare at the wide sky, inhaling the air I originally went outside to take and, trying to clean myself from these stained thoughts wanting to soil every bit of ourselves unnecessarily, my chest still felt stuffy and conflicted. But having the support of soone who felt the sa way so close was good enough to clarify my view of the situation.
’There are many things we don’t know yet... let’s be patient... at so point, we will cross paths with him again... we can directly ask him then.’ — Coming to a resolution that still made nervous, I felt how the heaviness beca more manageable.
I looked around us, thinking that maybe we could converse with Sir Vitor to change the ambience and mood going on a bit, but then I realised I was... like I initially wanted, completely on my own.
"???" — ’When did they stop following us?? I didn’t even notice...’
Making sure I wasn’t missing their presence out of missing it for looking fast the first ti, I looked around more thoroughly. Confirming there was no sign of them anywhere near where I was.
"....." — ’... Yes. It’s weird.’
A shared unsettled shiver went through our body. There was a little bit of fright that tried to overwhelm within the coldness of it. But thankfully, it wasn’t as if I felt so down I couldn’t rationalise as I usually do in these kinds of suspicious circumstances.
Even if the bodyguards I was always accompanied by weren’t visible, I knew there was one that guarded from the shadows.
... At least... even if I had no way to be certain he wasn’t also gone... thinking he hadn’t gone anywhere was what we needed to remain calm.
’... This is getting repetitive. It’s when I reign my uncertainties that sothing unsettling happens.’ — I said, tired of the cycle I considered I had fallen in. Staying composed nonetheless. Watching this ti the trees not so far from out spot where I believed the guards in the shadows could be.
"..."
Gosh... The silence... never felt more alarming.
’We better go back.’
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