novelYellow green certainly turns green (6)
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Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Yellow green certainly turns green (6)
"I realized how important it was to balance power. So, I intend to distribute some of the power of the empire to those poor people, " he stammered, groping at the window of the wagon.
Wendy, following his gaze and looking at the people beyond the window, still couldn't understand why he told her all this.
"Your Majesty, I really can't understand..."
"Wendy, kidnapping you is my first step toward achieving the goal. Oh, you don't have to feel nervous like that. I know my choice is an honorable thing for you. Ahaha, I would be more than happy if you could just enjoy watching how this will unfold!"
She swallowed though her mouth was dry, watching the mischievous prince laughing heartily.
Basically, she just felt like she was talking to herself. She was unsure about how to overcome the situation.
The carriage was running and running before it finally stopped. There was a knock on the carriage door, and the door opened.
She got out of the carriage with the prince and quickly noticed that she was inside the palace. She saw the magnificent ivory palace in front of her. It was a building with delicate cross-shaped columns and arched elongated windows.
"It took a long time for us to get around the town and come back. I feel exhausted, " the prince said, reaching out to her.
"Let me escort you. Let's go."
"I am embarrassed to be escorted as I am dressed like this."
Pretending not to respect her refusal, the prince took her hand.
"Wendy, you need to become intimate with me. Won't you open your heart to me when I compose a waltz for you? Man, it's so hard. I can guess how hard Sir Schroder is trying to win over your heart."
She barely held back the urge to refute his words and followed him.
After a long walk along the endless rows of pillars, she saw the northern wing of the Imperial Palace. When she was escorted into the building, there was a beautiful room decorated with golden curtains, white marble and colored tiles.
"If they decorate it from now on, they can finish it on time. See you later."
Prince Isaac quickly left after escorting her into the room. Unable to hide her embarrassment, she stammered, "Your Majesty!"
Turning to her at her urgent calling, the prince ordered Jonathan, who was standing at a distance.
"Oh, hey, Sir Jonathan Rankin. Just keep carrying your unfinished mission. Keep this place thoroughly until I come back, so that this beautiful lady can stay safely here.... Oh, you'll have to put off reporting to your boss for a while."
After making an embarrassed look briefly, Jonathan replied loudly that he would follow the prince's order.
That evening she stood in front of the mirror with a fatigued expression. She was putting on a dark green dress with a round neckline and a wide skirt.
Dressed up with the help of palace maids, resigned to the situation, she let out a sigh as soon as they left the room. Knight Jonathan, standing at the door, turned his head at her sigh. When his eyes met hers, he blushed as if he was embarrassed.
"... Aren't you a member of the 1st Imperial Knights Division? Why are you here standing by the prince?" Wendy asked, looking at him blankly.
"... Oh, I was carrying out his order, " he replied after hesitating for a while.
"I wonder how you could carry out his order, dressed like that. I don't think he ordered you to kidnap me, right?" She asked, seeing his plain clothes stained with dirt.
"Of course not! Captain Lard was concerned only about your safety. Kidnap you? No way!"
"If that's the case, were you carrying out his order only related to my safety?"
"Well..."
"...Did you tussle with somebody? You need to beat the dirt off your clothes."
She spoke, recalling the noise that she had heard while leaving her shop in the morning. She picked up the handkerchief on the end table and walked to the table where the kettle was placed. After dipping it in water, she gave it to him.
"Like me, you are trapped here."
Seeing him standing without receiving the handkerchief, she frowned as if she felt sorry.
"You had a fight with the prince's henchmen while keeping an eye on me, right?"
At her question, he suddenly raised his head.
"Is it because of the incident involving Altarin? I wonder why he gave you such an order to protect me..."
"It's not just because of Altarin."
At that moment, she heard Prince Isaac's voice outside the open door. He came into the room with a bright smile. Following him were the young maid responsible for her dress and makeup, as well as Sir Fidon, whose cheek was black and blue.
"There has been some troublesome stuff at the Imperial Palace these days. As a result, there are some who feel resentment against Sir Schroder. It's a pity that he has made enemies. Well, that old-fashioned Schroder is really serious about your safety."
"..."
She recalled Lard's words last month. He said he had a hard time at the political meetings. Since then, she hadn't seen him for several weeks. Did he start sending security to protect her on that day? She wondered what made him nervous.
"Well, you're beautiful. I think green goes well with you, as I expected."
Prince Isaac looked at her in a green dress.
"Oh, by the way. Her dress is bigger than I thought it would be, " he said, looking at her breasts.
She frowned at his rude gaze. She heard the maid standing in the back making an excuse with an embarrassed voice.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Your Majesty. I've fixed the dress as best I could..."
"No, that's fine. You don't have to say that to embarrass her."
Isaac waved his hand. Wendy grinded her teeth.
"You look great, Your Majesty, but it looks like the trouser cuffs are a bit long, " Wendy said, looking at his lower body.
"Ahahaha! Really? I think I have to have it fixed as best as possible."
Isaac smiled cheerfully and reached out to her again.
"Well, shall we go then?"
She opened her mouth, staring at his hand with a perplexed expression. She had no intention to follow his wishes.
"My lord, I really can't...!"
"Wendy, my hand extended to you is not a request, but an order."
The prince spoke with a smile. He didn't hide his feelings at the moment.
She was speechless for a while. Something like cold feelings filled her heart.
The Pyoseina Palace, where they arrived, was full of colorful lights and noise.
She grasped the hem of her dress as if she was nervous, while listening to the music flowing out of the banquet room.
The eve of the emperor's birthday party was held in a more liberal atmosphere than the main banquet. Without any special call, the two entered the banquet hall. When the prince entered, they bent their knees and bowed to him. Wendy stepped next to the prince and took a breath awkwardly.
Although she followed the prince like a kite knotted to a string, there was a man standing at the end of the line, who she had been thinking of all along. She shut her mouth because she felt like she would say something deep inside.
"Oh, Sir Schroder!" The prince shouted with joy when he saw Lard. He didn't show due manners to the prince. She had never seen his expression so scary before.
"I have brought your partner here. Oh, you don't have to feel happy."
The prince spoke, laughing like a boy. Obviously, he made that expression on purpose.
He gazed at Wendy, then dropped his head with a slight sigh. Looking at the prince again, he opened his mouth heavily, "If you insist on promoting her and me as the shield of your new agenda, I think I have to repay you."
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, who was standing by the prince.
His grip on her hand was polite and firm.
"No, no. What are you doing now? You know I am not that type of man. Stop saying anything that's not flattering to me! I just wanted to get rid of this thick mist all over the place."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you guys' relationship...I know you want to protect her, but I need to be assured about the exact status of your relationship. It is very important to make people clearly know your relationship. Only that way can you keep standing by my side. The clearer the goal, the better I can carry out my agenda, " the prince whispered.
Although Lard asked bitterly, he knew the prince trusted him fully, "Don't you believe me, Your Majesty?"
And the prince was well aware that Lard was not the type of man who would betray him. Lard frowned as if he felt migraine. He easily sized up the prince's strategy. No matter what, the prince was intent on bringing the attention of the nobles to the two with respect to his agenda on the new hiring system.
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