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No, what is this...How could this happen...?…."Oh, was someone next to you?"
The Crown Prince, who was approaching me slowly, suddenly said. I thought I'd found Daniel. His trembling voice chilled frighteningly.
It was instantaneous. His arrogance was revealed from an oblique look at him as if he were treating a complete stranger, or his subordinates.
"……I have to go now, Reina. May the glory of Bichelon be reached."
Daniel, with a firm look on his face, greeted me briefly, and bowed briefly to the crown prince looking down at me coldly.
Daniel, who finished the greeting given only to the crown prince, left the visit with a firm step. So in the room, there were only two.
Me who died at his hands, the one who killed me.
"……Milady……?"
"Eh……don't come near me."
The Crown Prince took a step forward. Before returning to that figure, the moment less than a day later for me, the scene of me approaching me with blood splashing to kill me, vividly overlapping.
My whole body trembled. I thought his bloody touch would strike me hard again. I feel like I'm going to be given that awful pain again.
"……Sorry. I won't approach you, so please look at me."
Well, I did. As if I were taking a step back and trying to appease myself as much as possible, even I was nervous. Clearly enough for me to be confused.
"What should I do?"
“…….”
“…… How can I get rid of Milady’s anger.”
I felt a deep thirst from him who looked at me anxiously. He's in pain because he can't reach me, and he doesn't know what to do with his eagerness.
Before long, in the stillness that continued, I could only hear the harsh breaths of the two. For quite a different reason.
His sorrowful breath and my breathing with aggressive emotions.
In that tension, he, who couldn't take his eyes off me for a moment, opened his lips and talked to me as if he couldn't stand it.
“…… I know it would be rude to you, but I couldn't stand it without finding out the name of Yeong-ae, so I dug around and found it out.”
I still, this situation is unacceptable. This happens, how can this be. It was my side that always approached him first, and it was me who always tried to lead the conversation.
It was me who was always anxious to get any of his attention, and only me was the one who trembled with anxiety about whether he would ever hate me.
“Reina.”
At an instant, there was a shock that seemed to be hit by a hammer in the head. It was always the moment I dreamed of before returning.
His voice ringing in my name. My name flows between his two beautiful and greedy lips. And like this, getting his passionate and sorrowful gaze. He, coming to me.
All of this, how long I have been dreaming.
“By name, can I call you?”
'Can I call you by name?'
Suddenly, an intense shaking, as if the world was spinning, penetrated my head.
An anxious trembling with conviction in case of rejection, a cold sweat soaked in tension, and the sad eyes that sadly contained the pain of being unable to control that emotion wrapped up from head to toe.
Even.
Everything was horrifyingly the same as I was in the past. As if it was duplicated as it is.
“… … I hope for your answer.”
'… … I want your answer.’
Ah, how does this happen. Transparent tears were suddenly filling up from my shocked eyes and overflowing. This is really, nonsense.
“… … Are you crying? Don't cry. My heart seems to be torn.”
Why? How come my tears, how come you're broken my heart?
Ha, ha, ha.
A mad smile ran wild, losing control.
Such a terrible fate prank. How could you do this to me?
" Milady? Are you okay? Milady?
He, who didn't bat an eye even after seeing me die splashing blood everywhere, just ran to me, surprised as if the sky had collapsed when he saw me sitting down with my legs relaxed.
I prayed to heaven, to earth, to the sun, to pray with all my heart, but I had never been in his arms.
Was the warm warmth in his arms this easy?
He, who was noble in the world and arrogant as if he had all kinds of things in his hands, knelt on the floor and bowed regardless of whether the dust would dirty his white uniform.
Just for him to meet me for the first time today.
I still can't stop crying like crazy. If there was a God, I wanted to visit him right away and cut off his breath. Like this, it's cruel and vicious.
"Calise."
“……!”
I whispered his name halfway up. It was to check.
"Uh…… how can I…… How can milady call my name...… No……."
I knew it.
He opens his eyes at my call. His feelings, which he could not hide in his silvery eyes, shone stark. A feeling I know better than anyone else. It's a vain thing that I held more than anyone else.
"Really…… how…….”
He couldn't keep talking and hesitated. I only called his name once. You don't know what to do with excitement and joy.
Was this just how he felt when he laughed at me?
I can't control my flustered, heated whole body. I'm trying to be a puppet in my grasp. It's funny how it's funny. Yeah, it's funny.
The cold eyes that trampled on my love just yesterday are good and the blade that cut me casually is vivid. You hated me. You coldly kicked me out when I begged on my knees.
You're confessing your love now? You're excited for me now?
What is God's intention to give me this situation? Did he punish me or did he reward me?
What the hell am I supposed to do?
"……lost."
"……Yes?"
When I recalled the memory of that time and recited it lightly in a dim pronunciation, the crown prince asked me again. It was a wait that seemed to want to hear what I had to say.
I know how miserable the wait is.
"Right now."
"To the extent that it could flow out of your mouth."
When the waiting breaks into pieces.
"Get away from me."
It's not a trivial name. Even the crumbling pain of that time.
* * *
"Sister."
“…….”
"It's my sister."
“…….”
"Sister!"
Oh, my gosh! I trembled with surprise at the sudden loud voice. Nicholas, who was watching me like that, pouted his lips in a sulky manner. Nevertheless, I looked at my expression to see if I was worried.
"What the hell is wrong with you ignoring my calls?"
"Oh, sorry Nicholas."
I have something to think about. I suggested taking a walk in the mansion first, but I thought too differently.
"Well... if you're sorry, you can pat me."….”
What? Cute. Nicholas, who rolled his eyes once naturally, bowed his head, stuck his purple hair out to me, and raised his eyes up to check my wits. With sparkling eyes, like a puppy acting cute to its owner.
I thought he was trying to cheer me up by making me feel better. At only fifteen years old, one head is taller than me and does such a deliberate trick. Well, is that too contradictory just now?
"Oh, good."
He was so cute that he burst into a light smile and swept his hair a couple of times. Along my fingertips was his mysterious violet hair.
He smiled with his eyes closed as if he were getting any massage. They say it's good, and they add a light touch. So cute. I'm dying.
Taking a step forward, he called me. The cool night air smeared Nicholas' loving breath.
"Sister."
"Huh?"
"I heard the Crown Prince had been there earlier.”
Your Royal Highness. I trembled at the word for a moment. I remembered something earlier.
'……then I'll leave you for today.’
He was frozen for a moment when I told him to stay away from me right now. I didn't seem to take my word for it. But he soon bit his rosy lips and backed away from me.
I didn't even think of rebuking myself for speaking informally to him, looked at me anxiously with a thirsty look, and left a word.
'……Lady Reina, I'll be sure to visit you again.’
For the first time, his back, which disappears beautifully with heavy steps, looked lonely.
"It's because of the Crown Prince, isn't it?"
Oh, I was mesmerized again. Nicholas smiles as if he's not, but he's as quick as a ghost.
In fact, it was only in front of me and Daniel that he showed this untied appearance. Nicholas never relaxed in front of Brother Alec.
"I don't know what happened, sir."
"Huh...??"
"Don't forget."
The purple eyes, which stopped stomping and stared at me clearly.
"I'm always on your side."
It wasn't long before I had to smile like a cute puppy.
* * *
Bright sunlight penetrated the sleepy eyes through the crevice of the dark pink curtain, which could not completely cover the window. The texture of the white silk dress wrapped gently around the skin was great. The comfort of being buried under the covers was friendly.
I blinked slowly with a spirit that was not intact.
It was a familiarity that was distinctly different from the fancy room where I had been in the morning for decades but never awkward. I can feel the nostalgia of the old days.….
"Ah……."
I'm back.
A split groan flowed from between the lips. I'm thirsty maybe because it's morning. Swallowing his stagnant saliva, he stared blankly at the white ceiling.
Slowly, past memories came to their place in the haze. A terrible past life I wish was rather a dream. And the seventeen I got back. The more I remembered, the more confused I became.
I still can't believe it. All the actions of the Crown Prince towards me, rather than having a chance to live again.
Reina.
The strong tremor of his voice, which was blowing cold like a snowstorm. The moment when the transparent silver eyes that were pushing me away were facing me.
"Is it a dream?"
Of course it isn't. It's been a long time since I realized that all this is real.
When the crown prince came to my room, he was half out of his mind. Maybe it was completely out of the question.
The past was pathetic, so hung up on what to get in such a moment. Also, that ineffable sense of despondency bothered me even more.
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