The prince was not taken care of. The wound on the wing cut by the scissors had reached the bone, but according to the doctor, there was no abnormality on the bone itself, and only two stitches were needed.
However, because the wings were roughly cut with scissors and the feathers were torn apart by hand, the wings were sad and painful.
After a while, the feathers and feathers will be restored, and the scratches will disappear. But Fernand realized that there really was something else to do.
That night, Fernand gathered all the servants in the mansion in the hall.
"I'll say no to the beginning, but I have full responsibility for this matter, and you have nothing to do with it. No other person gathered like this, as far as I know about the recent appearance of the prince. I want you to talk to me.''
The maids, including Miri, worriedly looked at each other, and the cooks and gardener quietly kept quiet. The butler opened his mouth in the heavy air.
"My prince has been very careful about the weather these days. I seem to be particularly worried about rain."
Then the person in the wagon continued.
"The other day, when I returned from Fernand and the castle town, my face color was not good. I thought that I was feeling sick because of the rain at that time..."
When you look back to Miri to ask for your consent,
"I was also worried about the appearance of the prince at that time. It seems that I am severely depressed...", Miri said, as he remembered the situation at that time.
"Rain..."
Fernand remembered what the prince looked like when it rained. When I rushed to the eaves, I was scared to see the prince who had been completely soaked... The wet and transparent chest and clavicle were so sensational that I was desperate not to show my lust. On the other hand, the prince was stunned at first, but looked up at Fernand's face and distorted his face.
――Did I have such a scary look at that time? Did the prince fear that he would be scolded by me?
As Fernand silenced with his arms folded, the maid who was waiting behind Miri opened his mouth quietly, saying "Au."
"I was doing bed makeup this morning in the prince's room..."
Like Miri, the maid is taking care of the prince's personal surroundings, and it seems that he happened to speak to him this morning.
"The prince said to me... Are you happy when it's sunny?"
"When it's sunny... are you happy?"
At that time, Fernand's thoughts passed through.
--It doesn't matter if the rain is sunny, but if you are happy to see the weather...but who is happy?
Fernand looked up at his face. I run into the worrying, gaze of the servants.
"Fernand, are you okay?"
"I have a terrible complexion... can I have a drink?"
"Fernand, thank you..."
Fernand doesn't know for himself how bad he looks. However, people around me worry and care about it.
--Did you say that the Prince also cares about me?
Fernand was so concerned about the prince's delight that he couldn't think where the prince's feelings were. He was terribly lonely and frightened by his self-imposing behavior, and shook his head a little when he turned his face away from his surrounding eyes.
"No...it's okay. Everyone was tired and it was bad until late. Take a rest today."
Fernan leaves the hall to the worries of his servants. When I returned to my room with heavy steps, I sank on the sofa with a painful look.
――If the prince was happy or sad when he saw my joy and grief...
If so, I wanted to curse my stupidity, which was impatient and frustrating, wondering what the prince would give me.
Thunderstorms continued all night. Fernand spent a sleepless night thinking of the prince.
The soft light coming in from the curtain the next morning tickled the prince's eyelids. When I laid my face down and opened my eyes thinly, I could see Fernand reading a book by the window.
The prince lost his words for a long time because of the golden hair shining in the morning sun and the beauty of the profile peeking from underneath. Unconsciously, as he leaned a small distance under the sheets to approach, Fernand immediately noticed and closed the book.
"How are you feeling, Prince?"
"...head hurts"
Fernand smiled softly when he muttered in a shameless face.
"Let's bring painkillers, but before that you have to eat something."
The prince had no appetite at all, but nodded obediently because he wanted to see Fernand smiling a little more gently. Actually, my back hurts more than my head, so I was reluctant to talk about my back.
--You can't say it hurts when you cut it yourself.
"Hey, Prince...Licht"
Fernand's whispering voice shuddered the prince.
――Hmmm...did you call my name now?
The prince felt his heart beating faster. I can't breathe well because heat gathers on my face.
"Licht, look up"
As the prince raised his face as he was told, he was captured by the blue eyes that looked down silently.
Fernand makes a small laugh at his mouth and throws a provocative look at somewhere.
"Do you know your position?"
"eh"
Fernand wore an intimidating atmosphere that the prince had never felt.
"You are mine. Everything from that dark eye to one of the wings belongs to me..."
Fernand's long fingers gently touched the bandaged tattered wings.
"You hurt mine...this is unforgivable."
"..."
The prince turned deep blue and began to shiver.
--What should I do, Fernand is very angry.
The prince was afraid of being hated by Fernand. It was scarier than anything else... I just wanted to be happy, but where did I go wrong?
Recall that Fernand was always stroking the wings on his back and smiling. That kind of touch, the kisses dropped on the wings... It was clear that everyone loved it.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Fernand"
"Licht, don't cry Licht... I'm sad when you grieve. Do you understand this meaning?"
The tears on the corners of his eyes were gently sucked by his lips, and the prince closed his eyes.
"You are mine, and I am yours."
The prince opened Patchuri and Soshin. Fernand's face was approaching, with a terrifying smile on his face.
"So if you're happy, I'm happy. If you see your heartfelt smile, I'm happy."
"...Ah..."
"Don't hurt my Licht again..."
Fernan repeatedly kissed his ridiculously shredded wings, tears dripping from his eyes each time. The prince swore to his heart that he would never hurt himself again, while feeling a sweet pain in his back.