Answer Me, My Prince

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Dear Miss Cordelia Gray.

Is he alive?

On the twenty-second night of the first ten months, your friend Arch.

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Dear Prince Arch Albert William.

Of course, I'm alive.

7.22. Night.

Your friend Cordelia.

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No wonder my friend is quiet.

I thought it was time for you to ask me questions, is it not yet?

I'm getting on the cycle of getting your work busy.

I know this week isn't the day yet.

Why didn't you write me a letter for two days?

Do you have a problem?

Your friend, Arch Albert, who was very bored.

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Dear Prince Arch Albert.

Nothing happened.

Cordelia Flora Gray.

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My indifferent friend, Coco.

That can't be true.

Something must have happened to you.

Should I guess?

I'm sure that 'anything' has something to do with me.

It's only you and me who write long names to keep distance.

Archie Albert, who knows you a little.

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Prince Archie, pretend to know.

You knew that Florian was a woman two days ago, but you're pretending to know everything about me.

Nothing really happened.

Cordelia,

P.S. If you wanted a letter, why didn't you send it first?

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To my Coco, who is horny for not knowing what it is.

Yes, that's right.

I don't know you very well.

I've never seen her face and I've never met her and talked to her.

But, my friend.

But there are a few things I know about you.

The first thing I remember is that you draw a circle in the opposite direction to others. Maybe you're left-handed like me. I was glad to see this little coincidence, and I looked at your circle carefully. It's sometimes crushed to the point of being a circle.

But I don't hate seeing such a circle. Your letter is more pleasant when the circle is crushed. Then I think about not being lonely at night. You're a person who often feels lonely. Maybe it's because I've been quite lonely for the last two days that you've been so curt.

You are a woman who is both enthusiastic about Heathcliff's obsession and touched by Anne Shirley's warm heart. That's why I throw myself into the sky in a mixed mood and then bring me down to the ground again.

But I can't help it. You're the one who shakes my heart with the word out of the blue, and you're the kind friend who smiles at the dry flowers.

He's the one who picks up a picture book for Noel, and he also has the toughness of tearing it up and crumpling it in each chapter. Maybe that's why it's very scary for me to get angry.

But if I dare to disagree with you, Cordelia. I know a lot about you besides this. If I hadn't intended to tell you so much, I shouldn't have hastily disclosed my library. Books we read sometimes represent ourselves.

So now I admit it. I know you a little bit though.

Sometimes I'm in trouble because I don't know how to explain what happened to me. Every time you do that, you give me an interesting letter that I can't bear without answering as if you've noticed my predicament.

I apologize for not saying anything for two days after an unkind letter. I was waiting for you to ask me first, meanly.

You're not the kind of person I know who's holding back what I'm curious about.

As far as I know, you're not the person to answer my letter in a long time.

That's why I'm more worried.

Cordelia, are you still sitting in front of your desk? Are you sure you're okay?

the lonesome night of the eleventh month

Your friend, Archie Albert, who lives almost every minute thinking of what I know about you.

P.S. If you're mad at my insincere letter, put your hand in the bookcase and hit it. I'll hit you on the shoulder.

P.S.: That's right. I'm complaining of your sympathy by talking about my shoulder that I'm not ready for. So please come back as my friendly friend again.

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My dear friend, Arch Albert.

Okay, I lost.

Sometimes when I write with you, I understand Daphne, Lucy, and Eloise.

When I read about the incident in Anne Celine's character-setting book that three women started dating the prince all at once, I was really shocked. I wondered what he did to start a relationship with three women, and he dragged them on for five years.

...Yes, Arch, you could do that.

No woman will be mad at you for more than an hour.

Your Coco.

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To Miss Cordelia who was right to be angry.

There are quite a few women who are mad at me than you think.

My sister Cecilia, Noel,

...maybe Florian.

And you too.

Among them, you are the one I'm most afraid of all. I'll write you a decent letter next time, so don't be mad, my dear friend.

That day...

I was a little tired, and I was feeling lonely because I was overwhelmed with emotions that were hard to sort out.

By the way, speaking of Lady Daphne's Yelling. They're getting married soon. If I go there, Yelling's handsome face will be distorted. I can't stand it without seeing it, so I think I have to attend.

What do you think, is this a story that appeals to your taste? Did you want to write to me more now?

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To my friend who is very good at writing a letter to reply.

As our letters continue, your solicitations seem to be rising steeply.

Tell me quickly. Who the hell is Daphne Yelling marrying?

Did you feel lonely that day because you were saddened to hear of Daphne's wedding?

This is how one of your triple fiancée disappears, right?

Now Lucy, there's Eloise left.

Well, I'm sure there's a mountain of other women.

Cordelia, who would try to quell her anger if you told her more detail.

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My crooked friend Cordelia,

Of course, it's true that mountainous women are chasing me like a knight in the game.

But as you know, the number of women who like me and whether my love life is full of joy or not is sometimes a completely different matter, right?

Lucy and Eloise all got married early this year so they wouldn't be over 23. Thanks to Sir Yelling's insistence, Daphne became the last. And finally, each of my three fiancée will disappear into their lands and the day we meet again will be a long way off.

Now that Miss Daphne Yelling's honor will be protected by her own son, not me, I'll sell the story to buy your favor.

Daphne, Lucy, Eloise and I first met when we were eight years old. You'll guess right away if you're quick-witted. Yes, the children of the great aristocrats who had land in the capital were taking bridal lessons with Cecilia. I stepped in there.

Since we were young and didn't know how to look, we've chosen flowers in the garden, drank tea, and danced together. Because I was the only boy, I was busy with dancing partners with three women except Cecil, who had been having fun every day. They stepped on my foot a thousand times and never said sorry.

In other words, the three women grew up with me since I was too immature to realize that I was a very good-looking man, so they are shameless friends who can't take care of their beautiful faces to shine.

As my childhood friends usually do, they and I have grown apart from each other. It was five years after the bridal class that Daphne and I officially met again.

Daphne, who was 15 years old at the time, was busy showing off her jewel-like figure. I remember having my hair braided with a colored silk, and putting flowers in the back that were so colorful that you could see from far away, and a veil with beads on top of it, which surprised me by its splendor.

"Are you getting married?”

When I asked her this joke, she burst into tears.

Really, he rushed to me to bring me to marry him.

Sir Yelling was very greedy. After the Imperial War, it became customary to hurry to get married, but fifteen was too fast.

Besides, Daphne had another reason.

"I have someone I love. It's an engineer named Elliot. There's no one in the world that's so cool.”

Of course, I refuted it hard.

"Daphne Yelling, you can't say that. I can't allow you to give me the highest grade of the word "cool" even though you look at me with your eyes.”

Daphne stopped crying and politely threatened to do me a favor instead of hitting me.

I mean, he wanted me to play his fiancée.

Lord Yelling was about to marry Daphne, a changeback Bartley with a vast estate in the north. Lord Yelling would get half the toll on the road north of the capital and the bridge in exchange for selling his little daughter as he neared 40.

Cordelia, it's not uncommon in Winderton to give up that price and respect her love. Sir Yelling wasn't the kind of person he was.

"Ahh, you're a prince, by the way. If the prince chose me, my father wouldn't be able to continue his marriage.”

You were right. I can't help but admire how such a good move came from that little head. But wouldn't that force Daphne and I to get married? That's all I wanted to say no.

Of course, Daphne was a very beautiful, cute, experienced step-by-step woman and a bold flower-picking woman, but she had never felt more than a friend. In addition, I wanted to refuse to be tied up with Sir Yelling and his family. I squirted my eyes and asked.

"Okay. Let's say you pretend to like you."

"I don't like it."

"Yeah, I don't like it, but let's say it is. And what are you going to do after that? Are you going to marry me?"

Fortunately, Daphne's answer to my question was:

"Are you crazy? I'd rather do it with the old Bartleby!"

"That's right, Daphne. I'm going to marry that old Bartleby because I'm with you.”

Daphne smiled instead of spitting or stepping on her feet like Cecil. So we had a perfect consensus for old friendships. Taking advantage of the ripe atmosphere, she offered me a deal.

"You just have to be my fiance for five years. Maybe it's a little longer before my father gives up."

What Daphne wanted from me was to act as a passionate suitor, interfering with the marriage of the family. Just until Daphne's age has passed her marriage, and all the marriages her father would want are gone.

This job was a bit tricky. I had to beg daphne enthusiastically, but at the same time, I had to be a prince with a reason why I couldn't marry daphne right now.

"And what if we get married? So, what if your Majesty and Sir Yelling are unanimous in their haste to get married if you like it so much?”

"You could create a situation where you couldn't.”

"I can't."

"Do it if you want.”

"What do I get?"

"My faithful friendship? How grateful are you?"

I wouldn't mind if I refused. But Daphne's headdress looked too heavy, and she looked desperate as she ran with that heavy hair.

Besides, I didn't think it would be a bad idea to get friendship and gratitude instead of being a little annoying. That's how my first contract relationship began.

The question of how to keep up with Daphne and not marry her was solved just next month. Lucy came to see me the first week of the month, and the next week, Eloise came to see me for the same reason.

Anyway, the fathers of Windsorton.

Anyway, that's how I came after Lucy and Eloise. My honor has fallen to the ground, and my other nickname has become the rag of all Windsorton.

The Yelling of the Black Wolf, the Dane of the Red Wall, and the Devons of the Yellow Butterfly all gritted their teeth against me, but what should I do? I am the only Prince of Windsorton, whom the King of Kings cherishes so much.

In addition, I've achieved something that I didn't expect. The three noble families, who were ambitious to join hands with the famous, were tied to each other.

My mother, who realized that, has begun to condone my late marriage and hankyuk, and I can manage my life quite well, except to incur the glare of mothers with several men and daughters who are married.

This job brought happiness to everyone. Lucy, Eloise, and Daphne were married to people who were much better than their father's. With their sincere love, who waited until they were full of marriage and couldn't get married anywhere.

In fact, I don't know much about Lucy and Eloise's marriage except that the love lasted more than five years.

But I've had a few encounters with Daphne's married knight, Elliot.

One time, I was waiting for Daphne to fit in ten dresses, and one time I stood still and watched her listen to her speech for over an hour.

He seemed to have been jealous of Daphne and me because he couldn't believe we were in a contract relationship. Daphne was reproaching him for how he could put such a small heart on a woman's honor. Well, that makes sense, but it's still an hour long, right? But he looked at Daphne, who was making a lot of noise.

The cheeky lips are so talkative. They look at me for a long time and laugh. But after buying Daphne's anger, the smile on her face didn't go away. The only thing in his eyes was love, not boredom or irritation.

Talking makes me even more eager to attend their wedding. It's quite fun to see other people's love even if it's not mine.

Yes, Cordelia. I told you.

I don't have much to do with what you love so much.

This is all that Daphne and I did.

Your pure flower, Arch Albert.

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Archie Albert,

Did you leave out the most important thing?

Is Knight Elliot handsome?

Whenever you forget the importance of description, your friend, Cordelia Grey,

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Dear readers who have been waiting for two days.

Coco and Archie had two days off, so I had two days off... as an excuse. Now I realize that it's my way to bring two long episodes every two days.

Whether it's 10,000 characters or 20,000 characters, I now realize that you have to bring the letters you shared throughout the day.

I realize again that I'm a footage fool.

I'm going to take these three lessons and fix the serialization notice. While I'm fixing the notice, you can press recommendations and selections and go to the next page.

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