Chapter 474
The image of his broken demeanour while almost begging in request as the father held onto his daughter made the Crown Prince’s heart waver. Distressed by the situation that did not allow more blood to be spilt. — ’Haaa... the duke’s condition was also what kept me from killing him back then..... but I should have... Now it’s more difficult to do it when he’s in that prison...’
The Crown Prince’s wish to kill the hated sibling of his beloved had not faded in the slightest as days passed... yet restraint was forced upon him for the prison in which Paul had fallen was one Fenrir himself had cursed so only once the Empire’s sentence would fall on the prisoner his instincts could devour the prey inside... as if preparing it’s head to be his snack.
Nevertheless, Zeleskiaz dressed into new garments aware that His being could be expelled from that prison and leaving the thought aside while hoping that this time, unlike past days, to look better kept for the eyes of the woman would at least see him if permitted to visit... even if unconfident of the future they could meet once standing before the other...
Nervous, he sighed at the dim reflex of himself in a chamber lacking much light from the candles... Pacing back to his mattress after combing with tired hands his wet hair back, tired and yearnful, as if the simplicity of his shirt was the representation of other lovely nights he slyly visited her.
"..."
A small coffer of velvety texture Biel had given after searching the house Marianne was kidnapped in was stared at once close to the night table... Thinking about her who owned it, while listening to the knock on his door that would take his thoughts away for a moment.
"Your Highness, it’s me, Biel."
"... What is it? What did they say?" — Shortly after hearing his presence Zeleskiaz opened the door to talk with the close right hand.
"She’s in good condition, only the bruises and some cuts have to be taken care of... the ankle she sprained should heal better now so they will keep an eye on it but... They say her body’s vitality was regained almost better than any common man now that she’s awake..."
"... Is that true? Then... she’s not in danger?? She’s not ill or anything??"
"Yeah... she’s healthy if we take aside the bruises and her ankle... She fell asleep after the check up so... maybe it’s better for you to also rest."
"... She fell asleep?"