’fuhh... D*mned be those famous rights...’ — Trying to caress his nose with hers, Marianne cursed with a pained frown. Attempting to reach him again even if forcefully, for there was more he wanted to convey while her desire only ached for his grazes. — ’ You used to not care... and now we both wonder about it...’
"Honestly so... I am forcing myself into a deathly abysm of patience, my Lady..."
"..."
"Do you have a clue as to why that is? That I continue to force myself...?"
’No...’
"... You don’t?"
’No... I don’t... I don’t know...’ — Keeping close as she denied with a drowsy deanour, Zeleskiaz smirked at the adorable ways of the lady. Waiting as enchanted as his love beca when close, by the romanticism his soothing whispers provoked in her core. — ’So please... please tell ...’
"... Fuh... You shall not learn of the reason yet." — Separating suddenly from her awaiting lips, the Crown Prince smiled widely while holding her hand as if another piece was to be danced. — "I am to stop myself this ti to honour such reasons."
’Huh?? B-but...’
"But the dances, do not take them from myself tonight... Let my core reverberate to your sound again, my Lady." — Dreamy, courting her gallantly, Zeleskiaz paced elegantly around her without losing hold of her hand nor sight from her gaze. Smiling handsoly as he placed himself behind her to tease the woman with a mischievous whisper to a timid ear. — "I am to listen to you even between the loudest of sounds."
"..."
Feeling the thrill his manly voice provoked, Marianne looked over her shoulder to et his enticing gaze, returning the man’s playfulness with as pleased and charming smile. Eventually turning on her feet to take a mont to appreciate the lovely confidence of the Crown Prince he sotis relinquished before her.
Sweet flutters then strengthened, settling within the lady’s stomach with pleasant sensations, glad to hear such a sentence... for in her plans, it was him who she wanted to be attentive of her sound the most...
’You better keep that promise, Zeleskiaz...’ — Shortening the distance, she stepped forward in preparation for another piece. — ’You will need to listen carefully once I co to talk to you.’
"... What lody is the lady to sing for us?" — Suddenly, he asked. Ignorant of her inner thoughts yet slightly timid at her enchanting hues flaunting gracious eyelashes. — "If I may say... so of the songs you tend to sing do not leave my head easily... If it is alright, a suggestion from those I would like to give."
’Oho~? A suggestion you say? Which would that be?’ — Entertained by the shyness Zeleskiaz tried to hide, Marianne tilted her head as quiet inquire. Aware that if he desired a song, he needed to sing so of it himself for her to know.
"Ahem..." — Nervous, the Prince cleared his throat, also aware of the needed actions. Reminding her so so consideration could be given to his lacking abilities. — "D-do excuse if I do not sing it as well..."
"Kh kh~..!" — ’Just sing it~ Silly kinky~!’
She laughed with cut voice, looking at him with innocent anticipation.
Zeleskiaz’s sha could not find a reason to be anymore at the Lady’s wonderful spirit, and he humd a small piece, which she recognised and joined.
"Hm~ Hm~ Hmh hmh~ hmmhm~" — ’Qual pluma al vento~ Why would you say that~ you don’t sound nice ~?’
Playful as the child is used to, a mix of her thoughts ca together with the lyrics she sang within. And as the dances they wanted were enjoyed, more of his sound suggested other lodies she had played.
"Mhm~ This one I truly like..." — He would say, giving complints to every single one she sang in the end.
So very common, at tis they would pause.
"... What kind of dance would suit this lody? Does the Lady know?"
’Mmm... Nope. I have no idea.’
"... Then maybe we should make sothing up ourselves... Like this?"
’!? Woah, Hahah! No~ It should be like this~’
"Haha!"
As if playing, then both solely laughed at the unprepared pieces they shared before a sole fountain. Him leading her beautifully yet enjoyably, so so of her laughter could be heard again. Finding the simplicity of the activity as the most precious of the night.
It was not after too much ti had passed that the two were away that they decided to return to the Hall. With wonderfully lit spirits, yet still regretful to have to end their sole company.
However, as they had done already before, acting separately they still reunited when in the crowd of nobles. Sharing mischievous glances with ease until the ti to go back to the Royal Palace arrived.
Although it was during the death of night that the return was made, it was with the aid of archaic tools that the path was lit for the horses to see.
A sneaky Prince who had intended on slipping into her carriage made the stealthy escape from his own carriage. Although, ultimately he did not allow himself to do so once in his secretive sches he saw the woman comfortably resting inside the ease of a special carriage.
Even as the n who were naced to stay quiet glanced nervously at the Crown Prince’s doings, Zeleskiaz simply reaffird his threat with a glare as he went back into his rightful carriage. Seating back to stare at a dull ceiling... yet smiling at the image of the Lady he was able to appreciate and luckily hog to himself for most of the event.
"I’m... It’s as if my heart still dances to the sole mory..." — Overjoyed, the hands of the man grasped the seat with overwheld delight. — "I swear... this patience is a needed torture... you shall learn once I tell you... for I solely keep it so I can lose it one day, Marianne..... the day I finally co to have you as my one love and lover..."
Once more, he encouraged himself to continue such efforts with the illusion of a future. One where she was everything... his light and rest...
’Marianne... My Empress...’
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