Answer Me, My Prince

"Cordelia Gray."

When she saw a man smiling at her name, Cordelia had no choice but to be obnoxious even though she knew she would look silly.

A man is so handsome even though he is really handsome.

"Oh, he, yeah? I'm Cordelia Grey, but, um, I mean."

"How did I know? I heard a lady with a red hair and a pretty face was coming."

He said so and the man grinned. Her eyes, like a fairy, were bent with a subtle blue color.

Wow….

Cordelia opened her mouth unknowingly.

It was really too fresh to work in an antique shop.

"It's Liam."

"Liam, Liam. Oh, I'm Cordelia Gray."

"I know."

"How?"

"He just told me."

Oh, yes, I do.

With the embarrassment of saying stupid things, Cordelia had to close her eyes tight. It was because of the power of Liam's smile, which stuck like a shoehorn at the end of each word. She was so beautiful that she thought if she opened her eyes, she would cause fatal damage to her eyes.

While Cordelia was so keen on my eyesight, Liam went to the back of the calculator and was looking for something.

"Hold on, the manuscript was here.”

"Find it slowly!"

When Cordelia shouted urgently, Liam replied with a smile.

"I've got it here. There's nothing to look for.”

"Oh, yes."

The manuscript was in fairly large quantities. Cordelia was handed it over, put it in the bag as slowly as possible, and walked the bag latch very slowly to lock it. There was nothing more to do now.

However, it was too bad to see that handsome face for such a short time.

Liam stared at her face as she hesitated to say anything more. Then, the bell rang at the entrance. It was a new guest.

"Welcome."

Liam turned to Cordelia immediately after greeting the guest and whispered:

"I'm just looking around here for a second. I'll be right back. You can't just go. Never, never."

Of course, I'm going to watch you push your back to go away..

Cordelia held back what she wanted to say and looked at the man's back as he walked toward the customer. It was absolutely awesome.

When I saw a Hollywood actor filming a movie on this street a few years ago, I didn't get this exclamation.

The man literally looks like a 'prince in a fairy tale.' No, it's like a fairy tale. Anyway, it was clear that the race was not human.

Cordelia wanted to take out her phone and take a picture of it. Cordelia recalled privacy and portrait rights violations, enduring the desire to sign up for all social network services she used, even though she wasn't using them.

After a few seconds of fundamental concern about what the law is and whether it should be followed, Cordelia abandoned her desire to own a man in the smartphone storage space and decided to enjoy the moment with her bare eyes.

The new guest was an old lady. Liam was explaining this and that with a friendly smile in front of the glass cabinet. The old lady nodded her head, and eventually picked up the silver candlestick and embroidery necklace from an antique teacup that was sure to be expensive. The old lady looked at Cordelia in front of the checkout counter and said,

"Oh, I can't help but buy this and that with that face."

"You can't spend all this money at once to come again."

The old lady chuckled.

"That's true. The little girl is better than me."

While receiving such praise from a stranger, Liam finished his calculation and came back to Cordelia.

"Have you seen anything?"

"Yes…."

Your face...….

Cordelia nodded, swallowing the words.

"Then choose."

"What?"

"Choose one of the things you want here. I'll just give it to you."

"Oh, yes... yes?"

"You've worked so hard to get here. Now it's time for a reward. That's what Ann said. Give me anything."

"Oh, it's okay. This is my job."

"No, it would hurt my heart if you didn't take anything."

After saying that, Liam looked as if his heart was really hurting. Actually, I just frowned on my forehead, but that alone has hurt Cordelia's heart.

Well, then I'll take you.

Cordelia looked around, enduring what she wanted to say that...

The Victorian style tapestry was beautiful, but it was not the size of a small room in Cordelia.

The oak armchair looked pretty good, but it seemed as heavy as it was strong.

All the items in the glass cabinet were Fine Antique products, so the price would be enormous. There was no such thing as a quick choice for giving it for free.

"What do you think? Did you pick one?”

"No, but I'm starting to like this store.”

"Isn't it a nice place? It looks normal, but there are real treasures hidden here and there."

It's not that it's not true, but when I re-established the spirit of being possessed by the fairy of Photobello, this antique shop had more good items than I thought.

"Do you want me to pick one for you?"

Is there any possibility?

Cordelia nodded. Liam laughed again.

"You think you want something that's reasonable, don't you? Is it easy to take home and keep it?"

"How did you know?"

"I do some magic. Now, how about this?"

Liam brought a small box of dark wood. The box, made up of slanted trapezoidal shapes, was the size of Cordelia's briefcase.

The gold metal wrapped around both corners of the box was probably plated with iron because it could not be real gold, and there was no particularly splendid decoration except for the small carving of a tangled chain in the middle. Nevertheless, it was an object that attracted me strangely.

"What's it for?”

"It's a library. You put books in here and keep them.”

"Two or three books will be full."

"In the old days, books used to be priceless, so a couple of books were great books.”

"It must be a long time ago. About Victorian times?"

"Maybe it was before that. It could have come from another world."

These words were quite vague compared to the presumption of the decades that I was giving to the old lady, where I got them from, and what they were from. I liked it. Cordelia loved things that were imaginable because they were always vaguely empty rather than exactly falling.

"That's great. I'll take this one."

"Really? This simple?"

"Yes, you chose it."

"I've picked the right one. It's a real magical thing.”

"You said that to the customer over there, didn't you?"

Liam laughed again. Looking at the fresh smile, Cordelia even had the illusion that flowers were floating around Liam's face. Cordelia smiled awkwardly as well, shutting her mouth when she was about to make a joke that it wasn't you, not a bookstore. Without knowing what Cordelia was thinking, Liam put things on the counter and went on.

"In fact, it's a passage to another world."

"A passageway? If it's this big, cats won't be able to get in if they gain a lot of weight.”

"Cats say everything goes in their heads."

"But my hair doesn't even fit.”

What was so funny about the remark, Liam burst into a laugh. Cordelia was somehow proud that she made such a handsome man laugh. After a while, when the laughter stopped, Liam continued with playful eyes.

"I didn't say people were going in. Cordelia, you know what? It's like a time-consuming mailbox."

"Do you often appear in movies?"

"Yes, do you believe that?"

"I like fantasy novels, but I'm not crazy enough to believe them."

"Sometimes that really happens, Miss Cordelia Gray. If you have any difficulties, write a letter and put it in this box. Someone will answer."

"Do you come to my house and secretly search through the boxes and reply to me?”

"I don't have an address column on my customer's card, so I'm relieved."

By saying so, Liam skillfully stuck out his customer card. Cordelia, who was naturally handed it over, said, looking for a pen in her bag.

"That's how you let me use the customer card. It's a great skill."

"Here's the pen. This is also a gift. Write a letter for the briefcase.“

"It's an honor. Here you go. I'm done."

He stared at the card as if he were checking his handwriting. It was fortunate for Cordelia that the eyes were only there. Cordelia's face turned red when she received the pen and returned the card because of her slightly touching hand.

"Cordelia F. Grey"

The man read her name while looking at the card.

"It's a big name. “

"No, it's a perfectly elegant name."

The handsome man was good at compliments as well. The wrapping of the briefcase was strangely clumsy, but again, it was very gentlemanly to bring it to the entrance of the store and see him off. Cordelia put her disappointment behind her and greeted him with a nod.

"Please write a letter."

"Will you really come to my house and write me back? You didn't put a tracking device here, did you?

"What? Up... what?"

Liam asked again if she understood Cordelia correctly.

"No, I'm not."

Cordelia said so and laughed.

* * *

It didn't happen very often to meet such a handsome man, so Cordelia was still in that lingering feeling when she got home.

I wanted to call someone and tell them what had just happened, but when I looked back, it was just a few words, flirting with a fantastic-looking man I met in front of a green sign on the streets of Potobello on a rare sunny day. I didn't know why it felt so special.

When she woke up from her dream, Cordelia quickly pulled the package out of her bookcase.

As with ordinary office workers, the desk in Cordelia's room has long since lost its original meaning and turned into a place to throw away the clothes she wore today, but Cordelia removed the clothes from the desk and placed a book locker on the right side of the cleaned desk.

"You look good.”

Situated at a neat desk, suddenly feeling like doing something, Cordelia quickly turned on her laptop and checked her mail first.

0605 20:50

보내는 이: 가렛[email protected]

To: Cordelia "[email protected]

Hot-blooded editor Cordelia Gray.

Did you participate well in the treasure hunt on Wednesday night in Photo Bello?

Tell me tomorrow what treasure you found.

I would appreciate it if you could tell me if it was worth the effort.

P.S. I found a nice pub near the office. Let's go together for lunch tomorrow.

The next mail was editor Mary Ann.

060519:50

From Mary & "Bloody [email protected]

To: Cordelia "[email protected]

Cordelia.

Report the manuscript you received today at the meeting tomorrow morning.

Mary Ann.

I can't believe I should report the manuscript I received today to the meeting tomorrow morning.

My heart was fluttering at the thought of having lunch at a nice pub.

But what gives her strength when she meets the world's most handsome man, Cordelia quickly sits at her desk and starts reading the manuscript.

The princess goes a long way to find the knight, and the only heir disappeared, the bespectacled king lies down and her cousin Adelaide becomes the new monarch of Winderton.

Queen Adelaide married a handsome duke, gave birth to daughter Cecilia and son Archibald, and after her husband's death, she raised two children alone and ruled the country.

After a long time, one day, a princess and a knight who disappeared from the forgotten forest are found. In the backyard of the cabin, there is a tomb with a raised mound. The names of the princess and knight are written on the monument erected in front of it. Two people died and were buried there.

There is also a picture in the cabin. A painting of a red-haired princess and a blond knight. And there is one more person between them. A child with a burning red hair that resembles a princess, and a bright green eyes just like a knight. He is the son of a princess.

The older king wants to find his only child, his grandson, left behind by the princess. The queen also thinks that she should find her nephew and return the throne, which was not her own from the beginning.

Prince Archie, the son of the Queen, sighs.

No matter what happens, you have to find her more than your sister Cecilia.

If Cecilia, with her ambition, finds her first, she'll kill her right away.

The sequel to the princess and the knight was a story that started like that.

After reading about 40 pages of manuscripts, Cordelia took out her notebook and wrote down a brief note.

1. First, Princess Cecilia is portrayed as a wicked woman too improbably. Who in the world is such a mean woman? How come you're so big?

2. The queen is too kind to try to return the throne to her cousin. No sense of reality.

3. I like the description that Prince Archie is handsome, but it's a bit pathetic. Too much weight and no ambition to be disqualified as a male lead. It's a problem if she finds a child with red hair. You're not going to take care of it. You only play every day.

After I finished writing it, it was too obvious. When you send it to a writer, you'll have to mix compliments and flattery properly and rewrite it. But it was tomorrow's job. Today, I read everything and prepared my first impressions to report to Mary Ann at the morning meeting.

[I think it will be richer if I supplement the point where the probability is less than a little bit.

Yeah, that's what I should say.

With that in mind, Cordelia decided to put the manuscript and notes in the bookcase for now.

Yes, there was no problem until then. The problem occurred the next morning when I opened the bookcase.

The manuscript is gone!

There was also no roughly scribbled Codelia's note. There was only one faded piece of paper in the empty book locker. an old-fashioned piece of paper as thin as a crumble in one's hand There were several neat lines of writing in antique handwriting. Cordelia quickly read it aloud.

Dear unknown intruder.

Who the hell are you to come into my room and leave this letter in my briefcase?

Had it not been for your insightful assessment of Cecilia's personality, I would have immediately delivered this blasphemous document to my mother.

I don't know how you got into my room, but I appreciate your grandeur.

Thank you for your detailed compliment on my appearance. I am happy to agree with your comment that you can't handle your work properly and just play every day. I think this is the most comfortable way to enjoy the joy of being born, what do you think?

I'm glad to meet someone who knows how to make a pleasant mockery, apart from differences of opinion on how to enjoy life. So I'll close my eyes on this one. I hope you have a peaceful time.

Ps. I very much agree with Cecilia's comment that she is evil without any probability. When you ask me how I grew up like this, I would like to answer that I've been like this since I was born. It's been like this since I was born, at least since I was four. You're a consistent person, aren't you?

On the sixth day of the green moon in 1314, on a sunny morning, at Arli Palace.

Archie Albert, the son of an impeccably good queen and the brother of an improbable villain.

a review of one's

Dear readers.

Thank you very much. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

The writer of the dawn.