Chapter 117
’... It can’t be...’
The circumstances were overwhelming the foreign soul who was sensitive to any change her possessed body gestured.
Yet, regardless of the magnetic force, she focused on restoring her breathing to its usual pace before reflecting on the other impending issues stressing her psyche.
’Haaa... This shitty life I’m living..... I should note down my complaints..... If there’s a god..... They should get it.’ — The tired child thought, stating with a defiant tone her dissatisfaction at our watch over her matters.
"Marianne!? Sister??! Please have some shame!" — The youngest said, flaring with envy and disbelief at the behaviour both, the Crown Prince and her sister, were displaying.
Their proximity scandalized the young girl in love... And so, attempting to put an end to the unexpected closeness both were in, Theressa tried to "help" the feeble Marianne.
"Your Highness, let me take her away–"
"Lady." — Lifting his hand to stop any action she intended, Zeleskiaz dryly said. — "I would prefer for you to be taken away from my sight. It is with my Significant Guest, Lady Marianne, with who I wish to converse... Not her unsolicited companion."
"!!!" — The blunt expression of her unwanted presence made the reckless girl blush from humiliation. Her hands trembled in fury as they hardly clenched on the delicate fabric her dress was conformed with. However, swallowing her enormous pride, Theressa understood that continuing to impose herself on these circumstances would not help her in the slightest in the future she envisioned. Hence... — "... I comprehend your wishes, Your Highness..... Then, I am to take my leave now."
"Promptly do so. Your presence is upsetting." — He said, only looking at the busy Marianne, who was trying to get her heart to beat in a paced compass, granting his voice a plain and indifferent tone as he waved loosely at Theressa.
"..... Yes..."
Reluctant to say the word after the offending sentence Zeleskiaz threw at her with no care, her agreement came out forcibly through her gritting teeth, to then stomp her way out of the Prince’s bureau.