Answer Me, My Prince

#38

Dear my impatient friend Cordelia,

If we hadn't had a bookcase,

If it had taken me days to reach you after I sent you a letter,

Maybe you came by my side at all costs?

Maybe he could enter the monastery, dress up as a man like Flynn, and try to become a Pilgrim. However, the old man, Veder, makes very careful judgments about the quality of the Pilgrim. If it's your handwriting, you'll probably have to cut the pen with me.

Maybe it's right between us that I'm going to your world. Since I was a child, I've heard a lot of hard-to-mouth words about a prince who wouldn't starve anywhere.

Do you think he's raving about it now? But if you read all of Lady Josephine's correspondence, you'll have the same imagination as me. The imagination that one day, against both time and space, we could meet each other.

But now, with the story I want to share with you in my heart, I want to show you a letter from Lady Josephine.

the fifth night of the moon

Hope this letter reaches your hand before your patience ends, Arch Albert.

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The daughter of Edwina,

And to Adelaide's son.

Prince Archibald must be surprised at the letter's haste by now. The other day, the Duke of Florian came to me and asked me to write a letter for Edwina's daughter to read.

But prince.

As soon as your eyes resembled the Duke of Charles Wellesley looked at me and the Duke of Florian, I realized. Whatever I write, you're the first person to read it.

Can we talk a little bit about Anne, Adele, and my childhood together? In those days, the Duke of Charles Wellesley was an idol of Adele and me. The Kingdom of Windsorton has never seen such a wonderful and elegant man other than the Duke of Wellesley.

His graceful movements stood out not only in dance and sword art, but also in many places. He was particularly talented in taking advantage of his smirky smile and taking advantage of Adele's handkerchief and barely finished embroidery.

"I thought you'd lose it, so I kept it.”

And the next day, Adele just nodded thankfully, pretending she didn't know. Now that I think about it, I think the Duke and Adele liked each other since then. I'm sure it's another question if Ann knew that.

Ann always disliked Adele being left to the Duke of Wellesley, but it was a bit extreme to call jealousy. Anne always called the Duke of Wellesley this way.

"You thieving son of a thief."

Adele and I blamed Ann for calling our fiancée that way, but she wasn't in a position to be discouraged by that. I was too young to understand the feelings that flow between the Duke of Adele and Wellesley, and I fell in love with the handsome face of the Duke of Wellesley, and I just looked at him like Ann.

Prince Archibald, you may have looked like the Duke of Charles Wellesley and Adele.

You, Duke Florian, seem to have put her in place.

Now that both of them are dead and gone, I don't know how embarrassing it is for me to remain and write this letter.

However, even if they are not destined to die early for their children, the parents would not tell their stories of their youth.

So you've come to the right owner of the story. I have come to know both of your parents' stories and have waited for the day to tell anyone.

It was when I was 12 years old that I entered my friend Ann, or Princess Edwina's maid of honor.

I was only two years older than Princess Edwina at the time, and it was not fair for me to sit down as a woman, and it was all because of my special friendship with Princess Edwina. It was a good opportunity to stay next to the princess and learn etiquette, and it was an honor for our Yelling family to have a good marriage since she took the role of a maid.

But Princess Edwina has been sorry for the years since she had chosen me as her maid of honor. Because if I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have been taken hostage to Roitlingen.

I'm sure you've already heard from Veder how we got to the Roitlingen Empire, how we lived there, and how we came back here in a strange way.

I don't want to repeat that story. Memories of those days are dotted with horrible experiences, sometimes just thinking about them makes me feel bad.

But in any time of distress, there are moments of such joy. It was that moment when Princess Edwina and the knight Arthur Gillan first met. So please don't be so sorry for asking me to tell you this story.

Voluntary life in the Empire was much poorer and poorer than it was known in Windsorton. Without being able to adapt to the custom of Roitlingen, which is different from Windsorton, we had to adjust ourselves to the difficulty of "nothing" and especially of "not being given anything to eat.

It was a fresh question mark in my head that helped me overcome the situation. It was a 16-girl curiosity about the second prince of Roitlingen, Liner Selene von Roitlingen.

He was a little strange to everyone's eyes. He was big, but his scrawny body made him look a lot younger than his age, and his crooked steps made him look like someone who wasn't good enough.

The impression of her face, which is more beautiful than a woman, resembled my mother, who the Emperor of the Empire regards so much, was well erased by such weaknesses.

But it was his residence that was more suspicious than those.

At that time, the palace where we Windsorton people stayed was located in the poorest and most remote part of the Empire's vast and splendid castle. Like a prison in the north where there was no sunlight. Right next to it was a strange, built-up, roofed again on the roof, a grotesque gray palace with no windows, where Liner von Roitlingen, the second prince of the angelic empire, lived.

It's suspicious that the queen's son, who is so beautiful, lives in such a place, but what's more strange is that Prince Rainer comes to our house almost every day.

His visit began with no opportunity or notification. From the very day he arrived in the Empire, he came to our prison-like living quarters and smiled and said:

"This is Edwina, are you there?”

Did you run into Princess Edwina on your arrival?

Did you fall in love with Princess Edwina at first sight?

That night, I remember going back to Girls' Generation and falling asleep chatting like that. In fact, I was the one who chatted about the beautiful face of the prince like a doll, and Princess Edwina was just a bit sour.

"I'll see all the crazy stars."

I remember when you went to bed without saying anything.

But the crazy guy's out-of-the-box visits continued the next day and the next day.

It was a day or two when I was afraid that I would have to go through any difficulties by answering the wrong question. One of us, a shrewd man, has come to know that the Second Prince is in great hatred of the Emperor, and that he has been completely pushed out of his succession and has built his own palace and is experimenting and repeating himself.

I know that sounds like a ghost, but the person you're dealing with is a little...

...it looked like it wasn't working.

I thought I could be more comfortable with him. So I thought I could ignore him. He was as gentle as a dog that would never bite him no matter what he did.

Nevertheless, the curiosity about this man has not been erased because of his unique actions.

He always approached us casually and told us stories without a word of beginning, and the stories were incredibly to the taste of the princess Edwin.

Suddenly, Edwin or Princess Arthur Gillan's favorite knight, or something like that.

She brought her favorite tea and asked me if I'd like to try it.

She brings me a couple of her favorite white grapes every day.

Past the railway, peaches, plums, apricots, and apricots. You look like you'd like them, so you throw them at me and say, "I've got them."

You bring the same horse that the princess was riding, and you pretend to like the black horse, and then you fall.

It was all a good thing to say that it was a help to our needy lives. As our Princess Edwina, it would have been surprising to see only the things she would be pleased with.

However, when I was watching from the side, it was somewhat awkward. And when you look at it from the side, it's often like seeing a single-stringed person with poor legs.

When I talk to the princess, I wonder if they can really fit in so well with each other, but sometimes the story suddenly runs far away.

Especially when Prince Liner suddenly talked about magic for a long time.

"Do you really want this time to go back to Windsorton, Edwina?”

"Isn't that obvious?"

"Don't do that. Speak comfortably, please.

He had a beauty like any other woman, and his lips were childish like a child. And then, Princess Edwina speaks as if she were the brusque man of the world.

"No."

"Don't do that, try 'no'. Then can I let you go to Windsorton?"

"No."

"Do you hate going back to Windsorton?”

"You asked me to say no."

Princess Edwina, by the way, said, "No matter how you defy the Second Prince of the Empire, you growl and growl as if you weren't scared at all." Then, Prince Liner will say, "Yes, yes" as if every word the little princess says is scary.

"So, Edwina, have you ever heard of attribute magic?”

"You think I'm stupid?"

"Yes, I'm not a fool. Right. You're so smart. But I've been talking about this many times, and I keep starting."

"I don't want to hear it because I have a long limbs."

"Wait, listen to me, it's Edwina. You know, from the... acceleration magic, you can move at incredibly fast speed, right? Did I brag to you that I'm good at it?”

"That's what everyone does when they buy the magic, right?”

"Yes, it's Edwina. But that, can I do it very quickly?"

So what do you want me to do? You want to move fast and get us out of Windsorton? Who's going to take care of the afterlife?

"That's not it, Edwina. It's moving really fast, and it's moving very, very fast, and the space is twisted and the time stops. On the contrary, if you move so slowly that you can't even imagine, the space will mix up and time will go forward."

"So you're saying that you could outdo three years?”

"I haven't done it yet, but after doing it today, I came to brag about it to you."

That's what he said, and he was talking like an excited kid, and then he went into my room under the pressure of the princess.

From an early age, there was a rumor circulating in Windsorton that Prince Liner was not favored by the Emperor because he was very weak. So it didn't seem so strange to go back to his room after a long talk.

Maybe because of that, the visit time wasn't that long, but as we came every day, we got used to it. Sometimes I got bored on days you didn't come.

Princess Edwina also waited for Prince Liner to open and close the door on the day he didn't come, but it was never because she got close to him.

Sometimes, the prince brought his favorite fruit, like grapes, peaches, plums, and apricots. Every day that I spent like that was already past 100 days. We were all starving, and we had to make some sort of plan.

"Bring me some potatoes or bread instead of this."

When Princess Edwina said so, I noticed myself nodding my head before my heart hurt. But Prince Liner answered with a pure smile without even noticing.

"You don't even eat those things because you don't eat them, Edwina. I know everything you like."

Then, with an angelic smile, he carried a basket of white grapes and apricots to Princess Edwina. It was an exceptionally hungry day. Princess Edwina's nerves were also sharpened. It was also a time when the princess could not even think about changing her role with us.

It would be hard to fill your stomach with white grapes and apricots, but I wanted to put it in your mouth. When the prince dies, we're all going to share it. But I don't know if you're feeling better that day, but I'm going to watch Princess Edwina eat. He did.

"Eat, Edwina."

"That's enough, I'll eat later."

"No, I know. You want some white grapes. I want to eat. Didn't you sing that song?”

Sometimes he had the habit of making things up and telling them as if they had actually happened. I thought it was strange, so I told Princess Edwina a few times, but she just passed it on, saying, "If a person's body is not healthy, it must be a little crazy."

I don't know why you fell for that. You must have been very nervous about the idea of sending the prince quickly and distributing white grapes to us.

"I never sang that I wanted to eat grapes.”

"No, you like grapes. Among them, I like white grapes the most."

Stretching the back verse as if singing, Prince Liner was full of what he liked so much. Princess Edwina's stiff face was the opposite of him.

"Later."

"Ride horses later."

"I'm going to eat it later. And do you have any potatoes or something? Wheat bread is good too. Black bread, too. Please bring that. Let's be here."

"You don't eat things like that because they don't taste good, do you?”

"When did I."

"I did it last time. Wheat bread, black bread, and potatoes. Other than that, fruits like white grapes, peaches, plums, and apricots are the best."

"I've never done that."

"Try it. Don't do that."

"I'll have it later."

"When are you going to eat it later, Edwina? It's a fruit I just picked. It's very cool and fresh?"

Prince Liner's tone of voice was becoming more and more like a child's nervousness was mixed. And then Princess Edwina's attitude got colder as well.

If I had said, "Okay, then I'd go," I would have welcomed the prince again tomorrow, but Prince Liner was too childish to walk away from him.

"Okay, then I'm going. Say that instead of me.”

"What do you mean?"

"You do that. If I bring something. Good job, good job. Go ahead. You did a good job. Pat your head, too.”

If you look at him putting his face in as if he were a dog, any wooden person could burst into laughter, but the cuteness didn't work for our princess. He was only thinking about sending him away and feeding us white grapes.

"Get rid of it."

"Do it, Edwina."

"Get rid of it. Get rid of it."

"Don't do that. That hurts my heart? Just pat me once and I'll go. Say good job, Edwina."

When you ask for love and your opponent is cold-hearted and doesn't listen to your response, you get a strange nervousness. Even though I knew that I had to step back and stay still, I couldn't help but keep nagging at the anxiety of twenty-two heads, which I felt so pitiful.

Maybe it's because I'm a similarly weak person like Prince Rainer. A strong man like our Princess Edwin must have looked pathetic.

The princess once again spoke to Prince Liner.

"Go. I'll do it for you next time you bring the potatoes.”

"I'll get the potatoes. Do it now, Edwina."

"Hey! Go away!"

It was then that Princess Edwina, who couldn't stand it, screamed. It was an angry situation for the princess. It would have been childish to us to have such a desperate need, and to play with conditions and conditions.

But I'm sure you hated Princess Edwina for not being able to thank me for all the love I put into her. You two didn't break your stubbornness and were staring at each other for a long time. The first thing he opened his mouth was of course Prince Liner.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You liked it last time! I told you grapes are my favorite!”

After saying so, the Prince Rainer, who turned away, came back to Princess Edwina, as if he were filled with resentment. Then he poured out his words like quicksand.

"I did everything you liked. I've memorized everything you said you liked, and I've done everything, everything, a few times when I did. The same thing 17 times! Do you know how hard it is? Do you know how tired it is? Whenever I go back, I get hit by my older brother. Nevertheless, he turned it around every time. And you still don't look at me? You can't even stroke my hair? You don't even know that. You don't know that. You do!

Princess Edwina stood for a long time, looking at Prince Liner, who was out of breath and collapsed after crying out, looking at him looked like she was trying to remember something.

I also wondered what he was talking about. Some servants opened the door to the noise, but the princess returned them and closed the door. And finally, I asked Prince Liner:

"What have you done?”

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