Chapter 327 — Fruity lights and Flowery scents... It’s the Festival.
Zeleskiaz took a moment to inhale the air he thought would regain as the sight of the lady was of majestic haze better than a daydream.
However, as if bewitched, his steps walked him inside. Caring for the quiet so it would remain and so, her test would not be disturbed.
Standing behind the seat he would usually seat at, his hand laid on its frame to admire the fair youth of the beloved lady. Looking noble even as her crown tilted downwards, while on her lap the familiar stack where her letters would reside was held weakly by relaxed bony fingers.
’... Your days must be tough on your frail energy... Beloved Marianne...’ — Sympathetic for the woman, he sighed with concerned thoughts. Letting his gaze go from her soft visage down the lovely hair of reddish brown waves, appearing seemingly endless while framing her torso... Which gown’s cleavage has been his greatest struggle from the very first peek he had of her figure at a Spring dusk.
"....."
Feeling how the silence permeated into his every corner as if warm titillation, Zeleskiaz inhaled the special scent of the chamber to push his feet to walk him nearer the lady.
Surrounding the settee while her beauty was the guide, the Prince’s eyes could not allow her sight to be lost even by a blink of his violaceous hues, becoming more fond as her presence was absorbed deeply by his acute senses.
*Swi~sh...* — His fingertip lightly sounded along his walk as it traced the edge of the couch. Eventually arriving behind her... Solely to lower his height, leaning to admire the purity of her profile while her breathing was listened to like a serene song of the wind.
’... Woman... Kindly open your eyes for I miss their brilliance...’ — Lost in Marianne’s inherent magnetism, Zeleskiaz requested as his impatient hand took a loose strand of her soft hair. Stroking it with craving fingers just as sweetly as he wished to caress her everything.
’Open those lovely eyelashes... So this kiss can lay on your lips instead...’
Grazing the strand with his edges, the Prince’s lids closed to feel its texture and opened only to find a difficult sight he could not allow himself as a gentleman to continue staring... As her feminity was enticing the impatient manliness he has barely controlled... As her allure was effortlessly a danger against his wish to demonstrate the serious devotion the loved lady deserved.
"Fuuh..." — A frustrated whiff escaped his mouth after carefully releasing her long stream to straighten his posture.