Answer Me, My Prince

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Dear Prince Arch Albert.

I keep all the letters you gave me in my old treasure chest. At the bottom of the box, there are letters from your sponsors from boarding school, and your letters are stacked on top of them. With Peter's, and Noel's.

Just one, except for the prank letter you sent me yesterday.

I didn't mean to tear the letter from the beginning. The problem was, as always, alcohol. I don't know. Juliet says, right?

"Cordelia, it says to tear at the bottom. Do you know what happens if you don't tear the letter apart?"

"I can keep it well."

"You're going to die. You're going to die. I can name 142 characters in the mystery novel who died because they didn't do as they told me to.”

I was also a little drunk, so I could hear that remark with exceptional conviction. So we tore the letter to pieces and left it by the river Thames.

And then on my way home, I suddenly realized that this might not have been from Vader, nor from the ghost, but from you, Arch.

You also show off your beautiful handwriting in the manuscript room, so you could have skillfully imitated my handwriting. I'm sorry I lost a letter from you, but I can't take it back. Well, it's a letter that you ordered me to rip anyway.

Actually, Arch. I liked your letter right before I sent you a prank letter.

I was excited because I felt like I was listening to a serious confession. How do you know so well what women would like to say? If I ask you, you'll say sweet things like, "I'm not a woman, I know you well, Coco."

Believe me, I can't believe you didn't seduce Daphne.

P.S. To be honest, I've already read the letter ten times. So, you can't even say you love me? Flynn's so beautiful that I can't fall in love with her? Yes. That's too bad, huh?

P.S.2: But how did you know that I have a special obsession with paper tearing methods?

7.23. Night.

Drunk Coco just got back from the Thames.

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Dear my beloved prince.

This is Cordelia holding a collection of poems in front of the bookcase waiting for the day you enter the monastery.

Yes, you can tell by the handwriting, but I'm a little drunk today. Juliet listened to you yesterday, so it's her turn to listen to her today. Besides, since you were absent, I had no excuse to run home quickly.

But rest assured, Prince. You're too shy to do anything dramatic while you're drunk. All I do is read a book, write a letter, and quietly give you a shot. Maybe by now you're up to date at Daphne's wedding.

You know, prince. Can't you just carry our magic box the next time you go away? Even if it's a rough road, you can bundle it up and keep it, right?

I've been told that I'm not coming back for three days, maybe four days, but I keep looking into the box. Even though I know that nothing comes out of it even if I look in endlessly.

Vader must be busy too, but he doesn't want to sneak a look into our bookcase.

The letter with my question about why I played such a prank is so lonely with a letter calling for Vader.

There are still two days left before you come back. But I open the box once every time I read a book in case you come back early.

The book I was reading now is a collection of epigraphs by poet John Keats, so I'll transfer it to you.

My dear girl, I feel myself being controlled by you. Even a few lines are fine, so please write me back. I will treat you with love like yesterday.

Yes, that's right. Following this poem, I called myself my beloved prince.

My prince who is more beautiful than the lady whom the poet loved,

Hurry up and dedicate your summer to me again. I'm already giving you all my nights.

7.24. The second night without you,

Cordelia feels controlled by you.

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Greedy Arch Albert

I've been thinking. You're a very, very bad person.

I often leave my library for one reason or another, but if I neglect my letters for a few days, they pretend to be sulky and make me feel guilty.

I wonder if you're upset that you don't have a letter, and look at me sitting in front of the bookcase every day. If my friend Juliet finds out about this, she'll be very discouraged.

Juliet says that the reason we can't do well with the person we love is that we can't hide our feelings of love. Is it easier to get dumped if you show that you like it too much?

The more you like it, the more you like it, the more you hide it, so that you don't get impatient, and don't just hang on to one person. That's the secret to Juliet's success.

If I were a little more proficient, I would really have done that, right?

You could have pretended you didn't receive your last letter instead of writing it every day and putting it in your bookcase, as you wish.

I could have made fun of you by saying, 'I sent you such a letter?' while slightly ignoring the word that you think of me every day.

But I'm a genius for that kind of course.

I'll tell you a funny story that just popped up in my mind. It's about my mom and dad.

Juliet never listens to things like this. My daughter, who wants to hear about her parents' relationship in detail, says it's weird, but she doesn't want to imagine it or know it.

I understand how Juliet feels. Mrs. Kaplan and Mrs. Caplan kisses me like crazy and tells me what happened in the car the night Juliet was born. Yes, I really don't want to know that either.

But you know the prince. My case is completely different from Juliet. My mom and dad don't give me a real kiss. To do that, you have to live for now, but my mom and dad are all dead!It's a joke, so don't look gloomy, Prince. I'm just trying to tell you a funny story.

A daughter like me who doesn't even know what her father looks like is bound to hold her and beg her.

What was your dad like?’

How did you meet your mom and dad?’

In my childhood, when I was constantly asking such questions, my mom gave me different answers every time after time. Sometimes he told me how handsome he was, how tenaciously he was after her, and sometimes he made some stupid mistakes.

My favorite story is about my father's letter. And on the day she sold a thing in her store, and on the day she was in a good mood, I had to beg her to hear it, and I heard it again and again and again.

She complained about it and said, "Yeah, it's good to see it again." She said the same thing twice or three times.

A long time ago, before my mom accepted my father's heart, he wrote a letter to her. I wrote a really long letter and left it somewhere, but my mom didn't even know it had come, so she went there for a long time before she found it.

The day I received my dad's letter, my mom didn't waste time sitting at her desk and writing back. Rather than writing a letter that might be delivered at any time, you wanted to run and hug your father, aren't you a different person from me?

Dad, who had never dreamed she was running towards him, was just disappointed all the whole time.

How sad would it be that you didn't receive a short reply saying that you received the letter well after a day or two, when you heard that you had barely visited?

Prince, as you know now, it's hard to wait for a reply from a letter.

So when my mom walked to my dad without taking a train or a bus, he was very upset.

It's been a long time since the two of them met, and my mom stood in front of my dad with a little overwhelming feeling.

But my dad suddenly asked me this.

"Did you read my letter?”

My mom said,

My dad was so cute when he asked me like that.

So he wanted to put everything behind him and make fun of him.

"What letter?"

As soon as my mom said that, my dad's face turned pale.

"So where the hell is it?”

When he went back home and tried to find the whereabouts of his letter, she stopped him. He grabbed my dad's shoulder and turned it back to himself. My mother's lips ran straight to my father.

So they had their first kiss.

After a clumsy kiss, Dad was shaking like a girl.

My mother smiled and said, looking at her pretty face turning red to her ears.

"I read it all. After reading it, I came running because I missed you."

My mom didn't tell me that much, but I sometimes think. That day, my mom attacked my dad.

Yeah, I guess I was born that day.

Yes, prince.

In my parents' case, the one who reads books all night long was my dad, the one who runs out and has sex. I'm always sad that I'm more like my father when I was born to such a behavioral mother.

If I could run to you, would I have been able to do that kind of trick?

Could I have made fun of you by saying, 'Oh, I didn't get anything like that?' after reading your sweet letter that calms down all my jealousy, saying that you thought of me even when you looked at a beautiful woman?

Well, I'm just gonna beg you like my dad's daughter.

Please, I write a letter as soon as I get back.

I've read all three of my letters for three days, saying I'm back safe and sitting at my desk.

Only after you reassure me like that, change, wash, and unwind your travel, my prince.

7.25.

Cordelia is waiting for you.

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