Chapter 371
"... Oh, goodness." — While accompanying the dismissal of the noblewomen along with her mother, Jasmine sighed displeased by the sight of a neat Zeleskiaz, appearing even taller as no cape was there to cover his shoulders. — "My fears become true too often because of him..."
The princess’s wish to stay with Marianne and converse about the day would be clearly disrupted as the sibling she had opened his eyes to love was to persist in taking away the friend she felt linked to.
’Such a trouble he is... not a single day goes by without his presence.’ — Jasmine thought, displeased to share her friend and yet, she glanced at her, coincidentally meeting Marianne’s innocent grey hues to softly smile.
’Yet... today I am pleased... My wish to befriend her has come true... wonderful dreams I am to continue to have and...’ — Recalling the time she first touched Marianne’s hand she turned to look ahead, intrigued by the sensation she had at the time. — ’Maybe... I will finally be able to ask why I seemingly heard the same voice in my dreams echo at the time... it could be as she is the Ninth... it could be her voice...’
— Aenean... —
Ignorance of the speck of the guardian spirit inhabiting within her being maintained Jasmine confused by the memories shown as dreams. Yet it was her proper caution that had restrained the princess from mentioning it to the lady.
The tear Marianne wore had resounded with her touch, and it was Calla’s, Aenean’s most adored friend whose voice had greeted her. Endearingly sweet just as the dreams she now had about the happy past of another.
"! Oh my... The Crown Prince is here!" — The women about to leave said surprised, attempting to hide the nervousness as the man was one difficult to encounter, much less to converse with unless one of high status was present. For not only his status but his fame was intriguingly dangerous.
The ponder of the Princess was broken by the mumbles, and, doing as her dear mother did, Jasmine’s head lightly turned to properly watch her brother’s approach, whose gaze went immediately to lay on the lady behind her, who anxious, had leaned slightly to peek at the prince she found enchanting.
’... He’s really here...’ — Moved by the sight of him, Marianne averted her gaze as soon Zeleskiaz met hers. Lovely in shade as she quietly straightened, slightly ashamed of being found peeking a glance of the admirable man. — ’Oup... Keep it together.’