"The night is beautiful, Natureal." The curtains of the room billowed at the touch of the night breeze.
Natureal's eyes glance outside. It is the starry sky of purple blue. Also, the accompanying her is hot tea. The vapor steam easily dissipates by the cold of night.
The Lord rested his face on his hand. He's unsatisfied and rebellious. "Tell me, Natureal, why am I here accompanying you in watching a partly cloudy night? Don't you feel cold?"
"I have some unfinished business with you, Lord Duke. I'm inebriated for my well-known personality to your eyes." Duchess Natureal tapping the glass rim.
"How are you such a prissy, Duchess Natureal."
"Who are you to tell yourself you're my fiancé to the Empire? It wasn't so after it, the emperor threw bunches of Dukes to my side. He's being fluffy enough at the news."
"You know it yourself, by the time you're married, that determines the fate and destiny of the Kingdom and Queendom and the Empire."
Duchess Natureal's nails produce a soft sharp sound to the glass crystal as she continues ticking it. She thought she could be fooling around about romantic things as it insinuates but now how the thing wasn't simple, she thought.
Who dared again introduce that one topic to her?
It's the game. Should she let them and watch them play each other and see who stands at the end side?
The Knight. Her mind attracts the duke naturally. Why it's? Was it about how the men right now resemble much of the ones they used to see in chivalry fights between the knight?
Natureal laughs. "How awkwardly everything is rustic like I demanded for the Queen of the Kings and Queen-dom."
The Lord Duke sees himself. The gesture made by the Queen; he subconsciously followed it. "The Kingdom is swank enough for Emperor threw more and more suitors to your side."
The dinner ended long ago. But she still wants to eat something. Simple, gentle, and easy for the stomach. No one accompanied her but her Lord Duke.
Rustic> She met the man, not in the place where the Lord would be but in a rustic place.
"Yes, over the Empire as it is in need of small powerhouses for its stability as such me."
Natureal feels thirsty again. Surely, the tiring thing will make her drink and eat a lot. The next time, let's plant the one smooth-tongued next to her so she will be able to keep her body shape well.
Servant's footsteps coming closer over. She speaks up, "He's done with what you've requested, Duchess Natureal."
"Off you go. It's another unfinished business before I call it the day."
The Lord Duke left without saying anything. Duchess Natureal watched the back of the man through the window glass. Natureal's smirking lips and snickering laughs for her entertainment. Her eyes to the wall connecting the next room and this room.
Looking forward to the smoothie next door.
The lie is exposed in its own way. How idiotic for the Emperor to be like granulated sugar about choosing her the groom in the bunch in Natureal estimation, the Emperor is not yet deaf or blind for his age.
Natureal's eyes craving which of the men would smooth her difficulties about the Dukes.
It's sure it won't be the thing to smooth over easily as when lives at the stake create a war of the minds and hearts.
Rustic> She met nothing in the men but smooth-faced, and smooth-shaven.
The night shows its frosty face as a clock ticking deeper by seconds. It left her wondering why such a man impulsively made his way through the royal court officials.
The night is cold but here the Duchess Natureal walks from one room to another wrapping the duchess's body in warm temperatures and making it different from the long previous nights. A thank you is sincerely given to the duke or her groom-to-be. There and here, about the dukes, she takes them for granted given now, many, or could there be ways to line her pockets after speaking with each person personally?
She's a businesswoman. Alas, she's a bit sorry about her attitude. What could she be doing, not the business?
Marriage arrangements may be included as in her business. The high heels stopped with a click. Her hands covered her mouth. She's very much unable to suppress the thoughts and had break up foolishly with them and the dukes.
She forgets for a moment about a line of confrontation between her suitors.
No matter. She knows the boundary about the line of defense. No one of them will be a quick sinker before she got anything. Love and romance are an endless journey and she's never fed up filling the library shelves with stories to be told about it endlessly.
If so, she needs sinkers along with it, enjoying a glass of herb juice.
Duchess Natureal put her hand on the door's handle, pushing the door, the cold breeze could be felt by inch. Here too, she guessed the windows are not closed. The men are very much like it outside better about scenes in the cold, lonely, and dark night. Duchess Natureal's eyes to the windows. Looks no windows will be left closed in the rooms.
The clicks of the Duchess's high heels slowly wake up the sleeping face of the kid who makes the couch come out as a cot at her residence.
The heart of the kid is always warm, they say. Duchess Natureal sees the Royal Duke as one. Her eyes to the table. The juice's glasses temptation to the palate. How's the taste made by the kid? Her teasing of the Royal Duke taking the place whenever she saw him with his little sister. Natureal's hand swiftly took the glass. Moderately warm temperament plunges into the heart and mind. Also, the scene in front is a candy apple replacement for sweetness.
The emperor wants to tie her hard to one of his siblings, she sees. She doesn't mind it, a young man by her side adding more sanguinity to her youthful life.
The Royal Duke is still treating her as the Lady. So, she's also treating him the same. Not the Duchess. Figures the time, mostly Royal Duke is the person who carving hard on a cross a bridge when one comes to it idiom in his life. A carefree man.
She asked him to improvise on a whim but the taste was different from usual tastes. Duchess Natureal's familiar pretentious by royals and nobles yet, …
"Man, how I can douse the water on your face right now for you to wake up completely? My lacking entertains, you're not going to let me muffle for one weakness till falling asleep in my absence, right?"
The noble's voice.
Royal Duke's light sleeper. The sprinkled words come like deja vu. Now, he remembers, it's the adoration second to last.
It's night and her coming integrated glee brings forth of who how he knows her then, as the Lady and Duchess. The time rooted deep in remembrance since his babyhood and childhood, he takes it for granted.
Is it the glass reflection? Is it the Duchess herself?