Chapter 477
"Fuhh... I fear... that was I to tell the depth of my intentions... the lady would feel scared... for it is not... simple friendship... much less simple courting that I am... looking from yourself, Lady Marianne." — Zeleskiaz, feeling as dazed by the emotions while the lady sighed breathlessly as they felt drawn to each other’s lips, came to hold her visage with a precious caress as faint as he could, letting out his soul itself in honest yearn as more of his depths was confessed. — "I... This inquiry makes myself wonder if the lady has turned a blind eye to the grazes I stole... to the closeness I’ve never ceased to seek even when hoping to respect you... to every caress I could not hold back..."
"... Umh... t-that is-"
"Did you believe that it was a carefree impulse?"
"... n-no..."
"Then... did you not feel... how every speck of my being was... throbbing to the delight of having you, Lady Marianne...?"
"... N-no, I..." — Meeting his eye that conveyed some knowledge of her answer, Marianne halted before allowing herself to lose composure once closer at the pull of his hand. And she smiled... glad by the sincerity and excited by the distance becoming nonexistent. — "I also feel it... the depths of your intentions... I did fear them..."
"... my lady-"
"However, learning them from my prince’s lips... I welcome them... *smooch* truly pleased..." — She said seductively pure while leaving him speechless by the kiss her lips laid on his hand. Softly conveying her full acceptance of his courting. — "I accept... the intentions of the prince towards myself... Therefore... conflict shall depart from us whenever a graze is desired... from this moment on... Prince Zeleskiaz."
*Gulp...* — "...T-truly? You accept..?"
"Yes... Truly... I accept, my Prince." — Ignoring the pain it would cause on her ankle, Marianne stood on her toes to reach the man’s edges that too overwhelmed by the lady’s honesty could not think straight as to what to do with the emotions that wanted to take her passionately at the unexpected graze she granted... Hence, her delight was the one to pull his lean so their lips could meet, making him stammer as he followed... and while she swallowed the pain of wounds as she preferred his grazes... a man in love Zeleskiaz was... and the daze from the daydream-like confession would be dismissed as the taste of the woman could not be an illusion played by his heart.