You Think I Won't Talk? Chapter 390

anwhile... She who quietly held onto him...

’... I don’t want to close our eyes...’ — Weakly, she thought at the current situation. — ’What happened... I’m still confused about it...’

Staring at the grass the mount was walking over, Marianne blankly pondered after a horrendous encounter with death, coming to appreciate the warmth and the sight of a manly arm keeping her in his hold while guiding the beast.

’... I feel... stupid, Anne...’ — Elizabeth told the other soul in their body, liting curiosity in the child pertaining to this realm. — ’Everything was crazy... never before had I felt so much fright... and yet...’

Her forehead then cuddled more to the man as her lids closed frustrated at the emotions her current self went through after such events.

’And yet... because of this... warmth of his..... the concern in his eyes... I...’

"..."

’Sigh... I can’t even think of what we went through since we are this close to him now.’

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’I shouldn’t be like this... after what happened, how can I feel so moved only because of this?...’

Such kind of thoughts inundated my head the more I enjoyed the horse ride.

’... perhaps it’s the shock...’ — Lulled by the sound of his heart resounding as I rested on him, I tried to excuse this relaxation my whole self felt. — ’Not wanting to think over that horrifying thing..... I’m probably... just... just using this cosiness to forget about it...’

There was not much doze invading . The tiredness I had felt after being rescued from the claws of that monster had diminished considerably sohow... And once more, because of this nonsensical state I was in, I felt amused at the randomness of this body’s condition for it would not fall ill when it should and would collapse when it shouldn’t.

Nevertheless, I’ve co to think, only because of this experience, that this ti’s ramdomness and incoherence this body’s behaviour has may have a cause... at least now.

"..." — ’This pretty tear... it’s really not just pretty...’

I know for sure that I had run a marathon at full speed while running away from that monster. And it’s obvious that such an accomplishnt wasn’t an accidental recovery.

My speed had been aided by sothing, and it’s only this tear that cos to mind since Fathia had said it.

"..."

Watching it blankly as the horse moved us like a peaceful wave, the beautiful bracelet the tear had evolved to was affectionately admired by us. Thankful of it... Since even if it was my unclear and remnant chaos of a head mistaking it, my wrist felt warm and caressed by the delicate accessory.

’Thank you... Aenean and Calla...’ — Feeling my throat beco a knot at the emotion this honest gratitude provided, I closed our eyes to try and picture the spirit and empress I’ve never t. Sure that both were probably beautiful... one truly tiny while the other as gentle and graceful as the current Empress.

It was maybe the confused state of ourselves that had us divagating in many thoughts during our move to the Palace.

Many tis, I would lt happy by the closeness with this man... beco distracted by the herbs or even little creatures we found on the path...

My head would go back to think of the glooming eyes of the skull and feel the fear and rage again... feeling softer as the eyes of Marianne’s father and his reassuring voice and care would then settle down as I went back in ti to reminisce... But then again a concern had going in circles only to get back to it.

And it’s driving mad...

"Your Highness, you may take the Ninth to the care mattress." — Hurried even though I felt alright in my weak state, doctor Talmhach opened the door to his infirmary, inviting us while he quickly went to the concoctions he displayed on a shelf that with his small height he could reach.

And yet... I was whining inside, and not because of the pain my wound caused. But because of the prince’s hand... and my dress.

’It’s such a little gap and yet his hand...!’ — I thought embarrassed since he had told to be careful of it, and even if there wasn’t much to see thanks to the way he lifted , his fingers accidentally touched a little of my skin... while my hands could barely hold onto him... since even if not sick as expected, my body felt powerless. — ’ngh~... Why does this have to happen... more so now that I have the urge to talk to him about last night and this morning...’

Everything felt troubling to . The closeness, the little touch, the warmth transmitted through his shirt... the puffs of his... grazing against the top of my head... how I could feel him and appreciate how different fras we had while I felt small in his hold...

’... Nh... Why...’

... The fact that I took notice of all of this even though I was dizzy because of the hassle moving was...

Truly, my senses and focus are acting weird considering the situation I’m in.

"... My lady... it is alright... I will not take away my hand’s support." — Carefully placing on the small bed, my hands kind of naturally opposed releasing the little hold they had of him. Just like with Marianne’s father... only that this ti it... I just didn’t want to separate because there was no fright in this ti. — "... If you wish I am to remain near..."

’... Ungh~... Yes... Well... kinky... I’m sorry... I’m being weird...’ — My eyes couldn’t continue looking into the gentle look he gave us, clearly concerned but thoughtful, because, to my hands’s search, he remained close. Supporting even though it wasn’t really needed... while I took advantage of it selfishly and afraid that he would leave.

"... Talmhach do sothing." — After a mont, I heard him say coldly to the doctor... making shrink more, conscious of my actions that maybe... maybe they are annoying him...?