Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

In Veek's hand, a pocket watch hangs.

Illuminated by the moonlight, the engraved crest glistened.

Reflectively, Claire reaches for the clock.

Vik sucks it up.

"... give it back"

To Claire's words, Vik looks unexpected.

Originally, this pocket watch belonged to Veek.

Soon after Claire gently followed the venue, Vike followed Claire when he noticed her absence.

Along the way, I picked up my pocket watch as I lent it to Claire and ran worried that something had happened to her, but I found a warrant for her to look for something around the corner.

When I realized that was Claire, I thought she was crawling to the ground because she had completely lost her borrowing.

(if not)

(... no, is it too convenient)

I wasn't sure about Vik, who has been misunderstanding Claire's thoughts for the past month.

Claire, on the other hand, was more desperate.

Reach for the pocket watch again with a gap in Veek.

Veek lifted the chain up quite a bit.

In the difference in height between the two, Claire is completely out of reach when Vik puts his pocket watch overhead.

Sah.

Pah.

Sah.

Pah.

Several attacks are carried out.

……

"Phew."

"haha"

It was supposed to be serious, but the two of them had blown out.

After a glimpse of laughter, Veek says.

"... Claire. I want you to tell me why you want this pocket watch so I can convince you."

Claire looked slightly swollen to the gentle Veek voice color.

I thought you knew.

"Actually, I was thinking here.... about Claire's happiness. To me, Claire's been that kind of opponent for a long time.

Vik goes on even further.

"But there seems to be some serious misunderstanding between us. So I want to hear it right from Claire's mouth"

Claire can't see Veek's face.

The early summer wind stroking her cheeks was lukewarm and not enough to cool Claire's reddened cheeks.

Vik is slowly waiting for Claire's answer, who is hesitant.

……

Claire was ready and finally opened her mouth.

"... not enough in my capacity to be on His Highness's side.... At least I'd like to put this on the side a little more..."

At that moment, Claire was familiar and surrounded by a reassuring scent.

I don't know what happened.

Claire was in Veek's arms.

The power of hugging was further strengthened before Claire understood what was happening to her.

"I'm saying Claire would be nice. You don't have to worry about everything you care about because I'll shut you up on my own."

Unexpectedly strong words filled Claire's eyes with tears.

Emerald green eyes peek into Claire.

Claire stared straight into Veek's eyes for the first time today.

"If you say that, you will be in a position to rule your country in the future. For the sake of your country, and for your own sake, you should have a lady with enough back."

"Do you still say it? His Majesty the King has already admitted to Claire as a deserving maid of the Queen."

Claire's eyes shake in incredible winds.

"So after that, it's my own problem.... you don't think I can leave Conservatives with a silent outcome?

It was the very appearance of Claire's heartbroken, confident Veek.

"Claire, get back to me."

……

Claire finally nodded, as she had noticed.

Moment after moment, Veek loosens the force of his arm supporting his shoulder as it was bounced off, letting Claire go and step back.

And I knelt down and told him.

"Miss Claire Martino. Will you be my queen? … promise for the future."

"... Yes!

Claire didn't hesitate anymore.

Once again, Veek reluctantly hugs Claire.

Under the moonlight, the two finally put their thoughts through each other, exchanging their first mouths.

"... Lewis is surprisingly tearful."

Doni tells him to make fun of Lewis.

Lui and Doni, in the hallway, who had refrained at a slightly remote blind spot, watched the whole thing.

"Really, good"

Looking forward, Lewis shrugs.

Donnie, who tears up Lewis, also seemed to spill nature and laughter.

"Doni."

Vik's voice echoes in the stone wall aisle.

"Yes, Your Highness"

Donnie turns around.

"Come back with me to the nightclub venue. Lewis asks for Claire."

"" Your will. ""

Vike stroked Claire's hair gently, unfortunately, before returning to the nightclub venue.

Lewis, left next to Claire, smiles.

I thought Claire would never forget this sweet, happy, miraculous night.

―――――

Around that time, on the balcony facing the garden of the nightclub venue, the twins of the Count Meade family were the ones who spoke.

"What are you going to do, Deanna? Put it that way.... Absolutely suspicious. Your uncle's gonna piss you off."

"What the hell is that? You said to find out if the hero was really a Martino lady in the Noston Nation. I didn't just do my job."

"Sure, but there 'll be more ways to do it"

"It hurts more than that not to wear His Highness's glasses. Well, if that Claire likes a quiet young lady, I'm totally out of range."