While Amber continued to cast desperate wishes in her heart, Ernest's words did not reach her tympanic membrane (Zuben: 😁)
'Countess, you seem to be under a big misunderstanding.'
'I...have misunderstood?' Letica asked, her blinking green eyes still full of tears
'I believe so. Earlier you said Amber was a wilful girl, but to me, she is a strong, clever but gentlewoman.'
His hand continued to stroke Amber' side as she carried on speaking, 'You say she is not obedient, but I think such a strong-minded character is an important quality for a Queen so that she can communicate her will.' (Zuben: Strong-minded, ha!)
Ernest's hands crept up and turned her so she was nestled in his chest, 'As for marriage, there is no right answer in the first place. All I can tell you is that I would not be happy to marry unless my wife is Amber.'
He was looking down at her now, the hand that had been covering her mouth reached up to caress the locks of her hair that had fallen out of its style. He tangled his fingers in the curls
'And making lace is a career for her, not a hobby. I recognize that and want to encourage it.'
He looked at her with deep affection and kissed her like he was showing off to her sister.
'Countess, you're an important relative of my beloved, so I would like you to be more considerate to your sister.'
Leticia was at a loss for words in the face of Ernest's calmly and coldly delivered words.
From the arms of her pampering husband, she stared silently at the King and then somehow nodded.
Ernest dropped another kiss on Amber' temple.
Amber was in a daze; why had she given Ernest the love potion that night? (Zuben: You didn't give it to him, he took it)
It was too late to regret it; she could not erase the crime she had committed.
Even though she knew it, she still held hope in her heart.
She wanted his true love, not this fake thing. Rather than a peaceful every day she had been desperately seeking, she wanted his genuine affection
She could not help it when she finally admitted it to herself.
She was a stupid person who couldn't do anything.
Her heart was filled with regret and her eyes began to feel hot and fill with tears. Still, she could not cry in this place. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push away the heat and tears that had accumulated.
Suddenly, she felt like she was being carried.
'It's become bad; I am almost at my limit.' Ernest said.
'Ernest!' What was this limit?
While Amber was puzzled by sudden developments, the guests of the ball were surprised and now staring at them.
'If I have to watch any more men look at your beautiful figure, I will go mad with jealousy.'
He said loudly enough for everyone to hear. His voice was filled with sweet passion.
She looked up at him; his golden eyes had a mischievous twinkle before his face was blurred by tears.
The guests were staring at the King's strange behavior, they were surprised that he would suddenly carry his fiancée and make no secret of his desire for her when only a month ago he was not very good with women. (Zuben: He's a fast learner?)
Ernest turned to Matthias, 'I must take my leave before I go crazy. I'll leave the rest to you, Matthias.'
Matthias' eyes narrowed for a moment then he bowed, 'As you please, my King.'
Ernest left the ball with Amber in his arms.
Once they were out of the ballroom, the room regained its bustling atmosphere.