You Think I Won't Talk? Chapter 394

Staring at my own hands, I knew the embarrassnt I did feel wasn’t enough to release him. And so, I blankly pondered...

’... Even so... I...’

"..."

"... It is difficult to let go." — The crown prince then surprised with my thoughts. — "Strangely enough... I fear drawing away may not be wise...haha."

’... R-right... so... just... just don’t draw away...’ — The flutter to his unconfident smile made lower my head. Because thrilled by his presence and the feel of his hands... I could now be more conscious of all it entailed.

"..."

It was a cosy silence that went between us, and as I absorbed the warmth his arms emitted through the shirt I clenched, he then continued talking.

"The circumstances were truly... how it ca to this, I am not to inquire right now, my lady... Solely... that you are safe, it is appeasing to my spirit."

At his honest gaze, I felt breathless... moved and feeling more of these emotions he was able to light within us. Overwheld by the need of my heart to tell my gratitude...

So I did my best to keep him close... to eventually bring myself into smiling... And say it even if only modulation was allowed in the process.

— Thank you. —

My lips smoothly made it without a sound. And I kept staring into his beautiful eyes, hoping much more of my feelings were told through them.

"... It is I who is grateful... for even if I failed to prevent this wound in your fairness... My lady... you still rely on myself even as I do not deserve such grace." — His hand caressed a small scratch I had on my face, and our eyes closed to it, shaking our heads because the regret he appeared to have was useless, aningless even since a wound is better than losing our life. — "... Do not deny this fault in myself, I beg you... this wound is to leave a scar in the lady’s clean white. I am terribly sorry, lady Marianne."

’... Oh... A sacr you say...’

Both of us glanced at the leg that at this point I didn’t care about covering.

There was a part of that felt worried about the scar he ntioned. Probably the part Marianne governed since I knew a scar in a woman was unthought of in this period and how it would interfere with a lady’s future.

Her worry suddenly felt like mine too, and I had the desire to ask the prince... if the scar was such a terrible thing...

’... Yet how can I...’ — Looking up, I t his eyes, feeling troubled... because I wanted to know yet couldn’t get myself to ask.

"... I am sorry..." — He repeated. — "I am aware of the ladies care for an appearance... this may be undesirable for you... however, allow myself to convey that a scar would never cloud a man’s sense when eting you, my lady."

"..."

"No sane man... would even mind it in yourself..."

"..." — This ti I was breathless by how devotedly his eyes looked at us... and also speechless this ti not by our condition but by the thrill of his closeness that... as he kept it... I took a glimpse of his hand... which carefully took our torn dress to cover my leg in gentlemanly consideration.

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Within the lady, his actions felt conflicting.

The small avoidance of that morning still bothered her peace of mind... while the prince’s conflict differed completely... for within the man, the woman’s rely on him... the knowledge about a woman’s special concern for clean bodies unlike those of n troubled him...

Furthermore as her attentive hues watched his every action and listened purely to his honesty that wanted to express how he was to love even the scratches left in her.

"....."

Her observant grey gems made his hand nervous. Nonetheless, they soon drifted to et his hyacinth shades again, asking in her silence what his heart wanted to confess.

’... Are you... a sane man, Zeleskiaz?’ — Wistful, the brilliance of her eyes secretly inquired. Also nervous for her hands lightly fiddled with the sleeves covering his strong arms. Although not enough for a timid smile to appear in her corners. — ’I... I hope you are...’

"... I ought to confess however, keeping sane shall be any man’s hazard, haha... for instance, the lady’s reticence to the needle surprised ."

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"In my eyes, lady Marianne is contradictingly a frail and strong woman... yet even now, the lady’s hands will not let go of my support... It is... It is sincerely pleasant of an honour..."

The battle undergoing inside Zeleskiaz felt the strongest as Marianne continued to hold onto him after his almost bashful comnt.

His natural talk was a hazard for the Crown Prince’s heart as the closeness was enchanting for his senses; while to the affected woman his eloquent coquetry was welcod... for doubts over her behaviour under the panic were clarified as mistaken with his timid smile.

Moved and shy, her crown lowered to look at a restless leg that was covered by his kind hand and ultimately in her silence...

’... I want to leave this place...’ — She told the man within her thoughts as the top of her head leaned on his torso. — ’Soone may co in... and there is so much more I want to hear from you, kinky...’

Overwheld by the questions she wanted to have reply to from the very prince, an embarrassed sigh left her; feeling the touch of his hands in her bare arms get hotter... and inducing further desire to gain so of the impulsive grazes the controlled Crown Prince would be solely allowed to win.

"Uhm... Was my vision of you... distasteful, my lady?" — Unaware of the anings her sigh entailed, Zeleskiaz inquired.

And she paused...

’No...’

Lifting her head to stare at the man as his touch beca apprehensive of continuing to hold her. Provoking the lady’s glance at the release of his grasp, which made her lean over on him to shake her head, looking straight into his eyes to convey it more clearly.

’! No... It’s not that... it’s the opposite... ’ — She said inside fading in sweetness.