Answer Me, My Prince

#31.

My greedy friend, Cordelia.

Sir Elliot, of course you have a pretty good face. Well, let's just say that Yellinga's only daughter can walk for five years.

However, the face is no match for me. Don't try to collect handsome people in writing anymore. There's Liam next to you who's more handsome than I am.

The 22nd night of the elementary ten months.

Archie Albert William Rendike Ollim, the most handsome man in Winderton.

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Prince Arch Albert William Rendike.

You and Daphne were childhood friends like Ann and Gilbert.

It would have been the first time in five years that they had met and offered a contract relationship.

You must have done very well to look like a lover to others.

Kneeling in front of Daphne, kissing her back of her hand, holding her hand and dancing. But love doesn't come out.

That only makes sense when Knight Elliot is much more handsome than you.

Now you're going to give him the title of the best-looking man in Windsorton, Arch Albert William.

Your keen friend, Cordelia Ollim.

P.S. Do you have any thoughts of getting a portrait of Knight Elliot for your friend?

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Foolish Cordelia.

You know that the old closeness between a beautiful man and a brave woman doesn't always result in love, do you?

Your beautiful friend, Arch Albert.

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My foolish prince.

Like us?

Your brave friend, Cordelia.

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My lovely Coco,

We're a little out of line. I don't think of Daphne every day.

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Prince Archie, the liar.

You're a true flirt.

To Daphne, we'll give her the answer she wants.

Lucy and Eloise will get the answer they want.

Now that you're giving me the answer I wanted.

But that's a lie.

You don't think of me every day.

At least as much as I think.

I'm always upset that I'll be the winner in this game, but I'll forgive you. Just like all the women who heard your sweet words did.

P.S. It's past midnight. It's time to go to bed. Good night, my prince.

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To Cordelia Gray, who's been bothering me today.

Let's talk about two days ago, under the warm night of the elementary ten months. Perhaps if you open that short letter for a long time, your harassment with this pure flower may be lessened, so let me tell you how much I thought of you that day.

As you predicted, I finally noticed Flynn's identity on the day of the Twelfth Night play. When Noel picked up her tunic, so the hem of the dress in it began to blow away in the wind, when she closed her green eyes tightly, everything suddenly came together.

A face too sour to call a man.

Trying to take a girl's steps naturally when dancing,

What Cecil was doing especially surrounding her,

What you told me to read the Twelfth Night,

In addition, many other clues that were hidden in your letter came to mind one by one.

Flynn was the viola itself.

Viola that had to be dressed up as Cesario.

I felt so pathetic about myself that I didn't notice until now.

As if he had read my thoughts, he looked at me with his eyes drooping like a sinner. As soon as I saw those eyes, I couldn't help but wonder why.

If I said, "You were a woman," I thought I'd cry right away.

I looked down first as if I wanted to turn away from me, and then I looked at me, and then I looked sideways again, and then I felt sorry for the anxious eyes that came back to me.

The expression was so strange that I looked for a long time. When I looked at it, I got mixed up.

The first thought I had was that it was beautiful.

When I thought of her as a man, I thought she had a pretty face, but now I can only say that her clear skin and small freckles on her nose were shaking her big eyes. Why didn't I know she was a woman? I think I thought so again.

And then I started to question the inevitable.

Why did he dress up as a man, have he lived like that since he was young, or have he purposely done it to come to the palace, or will it be revealed in life.

Thinking about that, I suddenly turned red. I felt sorry for everything, thinking about trying to take off her clothes, throwing water over her white shirt, scrambling her red hair, and hugging her with the intention of avoiding the cold in the cave. When I said I was sorry, she looked at me and asked me what I was sorry about.

I just answered that I'm sorry for everything.

I thought I'd understand even if you said that.

He just shook his head.

"The prince did nothing wrong. There's one thing, but you probably don't know it now."

He said so and smiled, but I thought I finally understood how the knight, who sadly loved Princess Edwina, felt.

You'll laugh at me, but it's only then that I can understand the feelings of many women who have confessed to me. It has long been incomprehensible to me that a person can fall in love with only one appearance.

But Flynn made me realize that the face of a human being has this power. It wasn't just because it was beautiful. I just looked at his face, and my heart was numb.

I thought that if I had met Flynn a little earlier, maybe this pity would have become love, and I would have fallen in love with him. I thought there was nothing to overcome the lonely feelings of people in the world.

Then I thought of you for the last time.

Would you look like that on a lonely night, too?

If so, how painful would my heart be?

Would your hair be as red as that if you wanted to be strawberry blonde?

Do green eyes look like mano or summer grass?

If I hadn't met you, if I hadn't spent the night with a woman like you, I would have fallen for Flynn and been chasing her all summer. Even if you don't shed tears at the news of Daphne's wedding, as you can imagine, it's a perfect summer to start loving someone by chasing their beautiful teeth.

But I'm already late.

I'm not like a young man who went off to have sex because he couldn't get over his books.

Rather, I look like a fool who spends all night writing books on leather,

I've spent this summer all over knowing you.

Now I know you, and there's no one like you.

But we can't call this love because we can't meet forever.

Now, the fall left to me is in front of me.

When you see a beautiful woman, you think about yourself, and you complain that no one is like Coco, and you end up being an old lady like Vader and rotting in your pen.

So, my friend, don't say anything to my heart that I think of you every day.

You've never done this in front of Liam, so I won this game.

Your arch Albert.

P.S. I'm leaving tomorrow morning to attend Daphne's wedding. It's an uneasy journey to carry a bookshelf, so don't worry if you don't hear from three or four days. My Coco. Even if you're awake, don't even think about getting a mole on your face. Sleep tight.

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To Cordelia who is still depressed.

I don't know how many things happened until I hid here. I understand that I have no choice but to write it short. I'll write everything down as I remember it.

First, people can see whatever they want. Peter saw what Archie wanted to see, and you saw what you wanted to see. And what you saw was wrong. Don't get hurt.

Second, so forget what you're thinking now. He didn't see me that way. I saw you from me. You don't know it makes me happy and funny.

Third, you'll be here some day. When the time comes when I can't write anymore, visit Liam. Just stay there until then. Don't tell anyone, don't do anything. I've been thinking for a long time how things work out like this, but I think I should write this letter. I'm stupid to think like that today. But someday you'll understand.

7.23. Dawn.

Your best friend.

P.S. Tear this letter the way you like it.

a review of one's

Dear readers.

First, the changed cover is so beautiful. You're saying twice because you want to brag about black.

Second, thank you, Mr. Rakrak, and Mr. Immers, for giving us a lot of sponsorship coupons. Beautiful reviews, comments, selections, and recommendations all help me write. Thank you very much.

Third, if there are people who are anxious about the delay in the serial cycle: This novel is a contractual work and will be published after a series of completion in Jo Ara. I am also afraid of the problems such as Tekbone, and I know the benefits of the paid series, but for a short period of time, it is right for me to do this. I'm really an out-of-the-box attention seeker, you know. They said it's good to swear if you don't spit, and you can't let go of the excitement and the silence you have with your readers at dawn.Oh, my God. The horse has grown longer than Vader. Anyway, please read it with confidence.

P.S. If you don't like this one... Tear it the way you like it.