Answer Me, My Prince

Annual leave (3/3)

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Perhaps it was that he left so much food that he would never come again, that Prince Liner's footsteps became rare again. I had to wait for a month after the sound of Prince Liner's laughter was heard in the palace again.

The prince came in sobbing and limping as usual.

"I brought you something interesting, Edwina. Would you like to come here?"

As he said so, it was the two bookstores that Prince Liner put forward. At that time, we wondered why he didn't bring anything to eat, but he brought a crate of hard wood. Princess Edwina also received it with a sour face.

"What is this?"

"Well, you'll be surprised when you see it. Maybe I could do this well and let you go to Windsorton."

"...how many days have you been away for this?"

The princess's face is stiff.

Prince Rainer is such a child-like man that you can't understand how we feel, but if he doesn't come to see us this long, we'll be very nervous. First of all, I'm worried about the prince, and I'm worried about eating with a thinner heart.

As a princess Edwina, who knows our hearts, might hate the prince who came and didn't come again. Now that I think about it, I was worried that it might hurt, but I think I'm angry that I'm coming back with a good smile.

"Why are you so unruly?"

When Princess Edwina said that, I was intimidated before Prince Rainer. My prince, I thought you must be crying like a dog in the rain.

But you were saying this with a face that was almost finished with a new man.

"Yes, it's Edwina. You must have missed me."

At that time, I was probably the only one who saw the shyness of the princess. The little shame quickly disappeared, and the indifferent mask wrapped around the little princess' face again.

"It's loud, and you're so good at it, explain what you're doing and how you're going to do well.”

Prince Liner began to explain hard.

"So that's what I mean. Time and space are..."

"It seems to be confusing because I've lived many times, but I think I've heard that explanation 17 times already.

"That can't be true."

"Just get to the point."

"So, Edwina, can you put anything in there?"

"What are you putting in?"

"Well, if it's a potato, it'll take ten pills."

The princess frowned again.

"I told you not to play with what you eat, didn't I?"

"I see, I see. Here you go, then. “

It was the paper that Prince Liner said so.

"Why don't you write anything here and put it in the bookcase?"

The prince stepped back a couple of steps and sat at the table and placed on it a locker he was holding. The princess put the other box she had received from the prince on the floor, and really wrote anything on the paper she had received and put it in the box.

Then, over there, the prince opened his library and took out the paper that Princess Edwina had put in.

"What do you mean?”

"I wrote that I'm annoyed."

"Next time, write in Roitling Engines.”

"I'm a Windsorton.”

"Yeah, that's why I learned Winderton like this, isn't it? But I don't know how to read it. So write it in Roitling Engines, will you?"

While we were talking about it, we didn't realize how amazing things had happened. It was only after Prince Rainer's long-suffering for Princess Edwina that he realized that the goods had moved from the locker to the locker that he could not keep his mouth shut up.

So, Prince Liner really created something great.

The next day, whether it's true or not, a very trivial routine started again.

It was the next day that Prince Liner brought Tilbert to the palace. Tilbert was a teacher of the Prince of Wales.

"I'm here to teach the princess the Roaring Engines."

And then Tilbert began to write a lot of wonderful handwriting with a lot of Roitling Engines. My princess just stared at me and said,

"I know how to do it. Do you think I'm better at writing?"

When the princess said so and began to write, Prince Rainer opened his peach-colored mouth like a startled man and asked in surprise.

"Hey Edwina, did you know how to use Roitlingen?”

"Who can't use it?”

"Wow, you're a genius, aren't you?" How can you write so beautifully? You can write later.Oh, huh?"

Princess Edwina's cheeks turned red like the lips of Prince Liner, even though she complained that she was not writing well. That day was a victory for Prince Liner. The prince eventually got the agreement from our princess that long writing would be written in Roitling Engines.

That's how the good times of bookkeeping began.

But my princess never put a long message in it.

[Powder]

[Potato 100]

[Bread 9]

[Chicken, if you have]

He only put in such paper every day, but Prince Liner always ran with it in his hands so that it wouldn't get wrinkled.

"Yes, Edwina, you wanted some grapes."

with... Unfortunately, bookstores were not a very good place to barter. One day, the prince lied down and couldn't bring the grapes and put them in there, and they rotted black and arrived at us.

Princess Edwina saw it and complained to herself, "How can he make such an accident?" But I thought to myself. Maybe there's a very long, long time in the locker that Prince Rainer has been missing for Princess Edwina.

He was a prince who liked our princess so much, but he never wrote a letter himself. Princess Edwina, who is quick-witted, knew right away that the prince said he couldn't read well last time and was silent, but I didn't know that and said this.

"Prince Liner, my princess, read the Roitling Ender, too. Write me a letter in Roitling Eng, and the princess will read it."

Princess Edwina, who was next to me, poked me in the ribs, but what can I do with the words I've already said?

Prince Liner said in a quiet voice that he has never heard before.

"Well, dear, I can't write. Well, I can't write well, I can't read."

I don't know how to answer, it was when I was hesitating. After breaking the awkward silence, Princess Edwina questioned Prince Liner in an exaggerated tone as if she had been making up.

"You told me before that you had a good time reading about Arthur Gillan's story. That's a lie."

"Yes, I lied. It's Edwina."

Whether the conversation was better than the silence, Prince Liner laughed again quickly. Princess Edwina still asked in a theatrical tone:

"Then why did you pretend to know?”

"So, um, I saw the picture. My teacher, Mr. Gilbert, will also explain."

"Why can't you read when you're so smart?”

Again, Bessie, an angelic smile lit up our palace. Princess Edwina breathed a deep sigh that the Prince Liner always breathes when he came, and brought back a book of "The Knight Arthur Gillan's Story" that he had received one day.

"Listen."

So our princess' resonant voice began to resonate in the humble flower garden of the palace. The prince closed his beautiful eyes as if he had inserted a star in them, and he listened to the story of Arthur Gillan, the princess recited. On the lap of our princess sitting at the corner of the armchair, the body of the prince slowly collapsed.

When I cut her off her knee casually, I thought she'd tell me to clean it up, but she was just reading the book she was reading silently.

We all watched the scene, but it didn't feel so profane for the weak man to cut his knee. The dog, like sleeping on its owner's lap, was considered only natural.

It was a late summer like now.

The cool breeze shook the prince's eyelashes. Princess Edwina stopped reciting for a moment and swept down the Prince's cheek. I remember looking at it for a long time because it was so beautiful.

I think it took more than an hour to finish one page. When the princess' voice died down, the prince opened his closed eyes and looked up at her and said this.

"It's Edwina."

"Why?"

"You read the story well, so you can write it later."

"If you write well, do you write well, or if you read well, do you write stories?”

"Isn't it better than someone who can't do it?”

Perhaps because of the summer wind, the voice of Hwang Ja-in seemed more mellow than before.

"Edwina, would you like to write a story about Arthur Gillan later?"

"Did you see the princess do that?”

"You don't have to be a princess, you do that. Or you can do both. If you're going to do something like that. Write my story, too.”

"What story?"

"The story of a brave, wonderful, and handsome knight who kills for his princess."

"That's a lie."

Our princess' voice, who is protesting like that, is so fresh.

"Am I ugly?”

The voice of Prince Liner, who said that and laughed low, was so sweet.

"You're not handsome, you're pretty."

My princess didn't tremble, she looked at her pretty face and spoke well. Whether I was thinking that or not, you two were still talking softly.

"Then just write a lie. You're very quiet."

"Rainer, you talk a lot."

"Yes, I know. I know. But write me a silent, brave, and wonderful man like Arthur Gillan, your favorite knight.”

Then he closed his eyes again like a weary man, and Prince Rainer fell into a deep sleep. My princess, my little knee might hurt, but she sat there for a long time until the prince woke up.

Darkness immediately came down when the sun was falling in the garden. Even in the dark, the moonlight made Prince Liner's light golden hair sparkle like a two-minute chase.

I saw it because of the wind. Princess Edwina's affectionate eyes.

"Rainer, you are brave. You're brave enough, so stop doing that."

I heard Princess Edwina say that, sweeping down the fine hair of Prince Rainer.

I'm sure you're both exclaiming by now. My princess was already in love with the prince at that time. But when I saw the whole scene, I thought it would just end with pity.

At that time, our princess's head was full of people from Windsorton, and she had no energy to fall for the beautiful prince of the enemy country. That's what I thought, so I remember the moment when I was in a good mood, and I cried for nothing that night.

a review of one's

Dear readers who are facing the cool breeze that blows on the last day of the month.

Mrs. Josephine's never-ending story of letters is a little bit more.

If you hang in there a little longer, Coco and Archie will be back soon.

P.S. I wish you happiness at the end of the month of fruit, and it's a night when I want to move on to the moon of grapes. Thank you for the selection, recommendation, and warm comments. I'll take all the wrong comments and corrective advice and try to fix it slowly.

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So I'll go back to the grape moon and be a senior... I'll visit you.