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“Really?”
“Yes.”
When Prim walked towards him, Reynsis pulled her hands as he intertwined his big and cold fingers between hers.
He trained so hard every day in swordmanship class. That is why his hands felt strong, and rough because of calluses. It felt different.
They stopped walking when they reached Prim’s room.
“Go in and take a rest.”
“Pardon me? Then how about you, Your Highness.”
“I will rest later.”
“Excuse me? Weren’t you training before you came to me? Are you skipping right now? You really – Goodness! Your Highness! Prince!”
It was no used. After pushing Prim inside and closed the door with a loud bang, Reynsis walked away from the room.
‘Did he escorted me to my room? He really didn’t have to do that..’
After putting her canvas on the bedside, she plopped onto her bed, exhausted. She tried to think and stared at the luxurious ceiling.
How many time have passed since that day?
[ Knock, knock, knock ]
With the sudden knock, Prim stood up while wobbling like an octopus.
“I’m going in.”
It was Reynsis who knocked on her door.
She saw a small plate on his hand while he was closing the door behind him. He walked to her slowly.
It was an appetizing menu! Her favourite strawberry tartè.
“Here.”
Reynsis handed the plate towards her as Prim was in dazed for a moment.
“This..”
“Isn’t this your favourite, no?”
“Yes, yes. It is my favourite.”
Prim nodded. It was her favourite strawberry tartè that she always ate back in the Belles Palace.
“There aren’t many strawberries in autumn. They said it could have been bad.”
“Is that why you went out? In person?”
“I just thought that no one in this Palace knew how the tartè looked like so that is why I went to them in person.”
“…..”
“You were the happiest if you eat something you’ll like.”
And I can comfort you.
Reynsis spoke casually as he brought a chair and sat in front of her.
“Now, tell me.”
“What?”
“Why are you in a bad mood? What happened?”
Prim flinched with his questions. Her hand stopped momentarily as she glanced at him.
She didn’t know that he would be so surprised.
“And there is something more important than being a painter.”
“What is it?”
But fortunately, Reynsis knew what she wanted to talk about.
‘Beauty or whatever, she was aiming for that person.’
It was a big deal, at least for him. If Prim quit being a painter, she will be driven out from the Imperial Palace.
That mean, they will never meet frequently like they used to.
‘What am I here for?’
In this hellish Palace, what is the reason for learning things that he didn’t care about? He was praying for time to pass quickly.
Reynsis became hesitant.
‘If I ever say that you are my fated partner, would you believe me?’
No, not yet. But another unrequited feeling, lurked deep inside his heart
He was not an adult, yet. Sometimes, she would treat him like a younger brother and look at him as if he was just a cute little brother.
He felt that he can read what is on Prim’s mind every time he looked at her. It was almost burdensome when she was trying to avoid him.
Just thinking of it made Reynsis feel annoyed and he unknowingly frowned.
That four years age gap. He felt annoyed with just that simple four digits number.
What can I do? I’m stucked. What kind of excuse should I tell her?
Thanks to Prim, his head was full with insignificant thoughts.
Inside his head was 99.9% full with Prim and 0.1% with four years age gap, anger, annoyance and other junk.2
[ Slash! ]
His sword swung swiftly towards the thick and broad tree. It was a clean cut.
The servants behind him were in awe and exclaimed their admiration after looking at the tree’s pieces rolling on the ground.
‘Goodness.’
He sighs. Reynsis was trying to do a little performance appropriately, but he couldn’t control his strength because he was too immersed with his thoughts.
“You are truly a genius, Your Highness! I was informed that you haven’t been taught in swordmanship for a while, but you have been improving as days go by.”
The Knight who was in charge teaching the Prince, praised him nonstop.
The more praised that he heard, the more he became annoyed with the sudden kind gestures.
But then, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.
He thought that his idea could be satisfactory on both sides. It’s like a win-win situation.
Reynsis stared at Elena as his mouth formed a smirk.
“I’d like to make a deal with Lady Zerbetta. Would you like to hear it?”