"Sister, where are you going?"
It was a sunny Monday. Ezella, coming down the stairs, looked at Olivia and her eyes sparkled. Olivia's face in a dark green dress looked flirtatious today. The only time I had an appointment with the prince every Wednesday was when I had a face like that. Olivia said, unreservedly.
"Just, I have a place to go out for a while."
"Just that. Lady. His highness the Prince asked for a date separately and was on his way out."
Instead of Olivia, Sally said a bunch of strutting things.
"Oh my god! His highness the Prince seems to like your sister enormously. I knew I would!"
Full of confidence in Esela's eyes as she ran down the stairs, Olivia laughed small.
"Sister...."
Suddenly, Ecella made a sickening sound.
"Huh?"
"It's so pretty to smile at your sister! This is not what your highness is against your sister one more time today, is it?"
"That's right! Lady smiling is really like a fairy!"
When I heard Sally's words in praise of the affectionate Esela, I was unfamiliar and didn't know what to respond to. In one corner of my heart, I kept coming up with a hot, shiny, hot, sweet feeling. Like, yeah. It's like cotton candy. Too sweet. It would be nice to see Leopold the same. Esella, still looking at Olivia, sighed suddenly.
"Sister."
"Huh?"
"Sister. Of course, the dark colors are pretty, but the bright and bright colors will suit your sister really well. I'm going to fit a dress with you next time!"
Sally nodded intently and contented.
"That's right. Lady. She likes dark colors,but she's bright and gorgeous."
Olivia smiled ambiguously and fiddled with the hem of my dress. A long time ago, a piece of memory came to me of Leopold, who had written it down in his diary.
"She's not the bright type."
That was what Leopold said to me in a white dress on the day of my fourteen-year-old engagement. Back home, Olivia put a white dress on as if it were a seal, and never wore a bright colored dress again.
"Well, then how about this?"
Esela suddenly pulled out a necklace with pink jewelry. And he hung it around Olivia's neck. With no bird for Olivia to refuse, Ecella pushed Olivia toward the porch.
"Look. Does your sister look so bright? Come and tell me the story of your date! Okay?"
Before leaving the door, Olivia looked back at Ecella. And said, sweeten your lips for a while.
"... Thank you for lending me. I'll be here."
Ezella smiled brightly. Ezella, who waved until Olivia's carriage moved away, said to Veronica, her dedicated sister-in-law.
"It's a secret that I lent my sister a necklace. You know?"
If your brothers know, they'll be grumpy to your sister again. Esela hyped, snorted and painted a big picture. I'm still in the way of my brothers, but if I made a successful debut, I wouldn't fall next to my sister. Veronica, looking at the smiling lady, swallowed a groan. The fact that everyone knows everything, the fact that only the lady does not know at the same time. And the truth you will never know.
"Ezella should never know."
The command of his excellency the Duke, whom he had heard the day she became his dedicated sister-in-law, was still in his ears. Even if it wasn't actually an order, Veronica didn't want the lady to know about it. Such a bright lady. I could never let you know what happened because of my sister, who I believed and loved so much. * * * The appointment place was a coffee house on Luhairn Street. Seated in a guided seat, Olivia looked down at the necklace. The soft, shiny pink jewelry was very pretty. This gorgeous thing really suits me. Olivia shook her head in an instant of worry. Esella said she looked good, so it would be fine for Leopold's eyes. It was my first date outside the Imperial Palace. Olivia's mouth, recalling Leopold, went up to the temple. Leopold said he was looking forward to today. I remember the card I kept looking into last night. It would be nice if every day was just like today. Olivia thought still. So I play with Ecella, and I date Leopold. Then they all ate together, and my father and brother laughed at me. Happy thoughts flared up. It's so sweet to imagine, but I didn't have a sense of how happy I would be in real life. It was then. The door of Olivia's parlor opened.
"You're here early,Young-ae."
At the open door, Leopold entered. His hair was similar to his gorgeous gold clothes, which looked very good. One side of Olivia's chest heaved. It's sweeter than you imagine. It's the same day as cotton candy. Olivia smiled brightly. At that moment, Leopold's mouth twisted. . . .
"See the little sun of the empire."
Olivia Madelaine always looked at Leopold like that. The eyes that love me together. A woman who looks at me with a desperate face every time as if she wants something, but swallows a throwback. So easy girl. Leopold looked at Olivia with cool eyes. I didn't like Olivia from the time of the engagement, as I was informed at the young age of eleven.
"Prince. The Imperial faction pushed Madelaine's first princess to be the prince's fiancée. You know the prince, right? That green-eyed spirit. What dare you look at the prince."
There was nothing wrong with her mother, the empress. People looked at Olivia and said she was half-hearted Madelaine. Even if Madelaine was not the head of the Imperial party, it was an engagement that would never have been completed if it had not been for the time to balance the imperial and aristocratic parties. I remember Olivia coming to my palace last Wednesday in a craziness. It's not enough to take the place of her lover, Maria Ethel, until they spend time together. Leopold sat down in his seat.
"You know. Your majesty. Still, please spend time with the princess today. I don't have a relationship with Madelaine."
The nagging nagging of the deputy throughout the coming days was good. If it's planned, we'll spend time together and make a feint to soothe Olivia. Already, that heart has been sniped. Leopold laughed.
"You are always diligent."
"Oh, thank you,"
"Today I was going to come early and wait for you and do a gentleman's deed. Every time you make me a late person."
There was a feeling of discomfort in the voice that cut his horse's waist and entered. A surprised Olivia looked at Leopold. One side of the handsome eyebrow was drawn up. The heart fell with a thud. What's wrong? Leopold's face looked good until he came in.
"There was no intention of that, Lull. I just want to see your highness quickly."
"Haha. I was kidding. Naive."
Leopold smiled coolly and looked up. The servant, standing on the wall, approached and set a hot tea pot, a mug, and refreshments on the table. It was Olivia herself who could not keep up with this atmosphere as everything was flowing smoothly. Was it really a joke...? Olivia still looked at Leopold's face. Leopold raised the mug with a gesture of gusto.
"The aroma is fine."
Leopold's midriff was gently released. As the eyes met, the eyes, which were as blue as the sea, were gently bent.
"I think you liked sweet things."
Liked. Until one day at seventeen, Leopold told me that he looked fat. But Olivia laughed at that fact. Leopold's smile cannibalized his anxiety for an instant.
"Thank you."
Yeah. It must have been a joke. If that wasn't the case, there was no reason for Leopold to do it to me. Leopold picked up one cream pastry and put it in his mouth. I liked the crispy melting sugar cream in my mouth, and my expression was soft. The only sweet sweets that Leopold, who does not like sweet things, finds when drinking hot tea are crispy sugar cream sweets. It was good to tell the story in advance. Olivia drank tea in a relaxed mood. The tea aroma was good today.
"Oh. That's missing. Bertens."
"Yes. Your majesty."
Count Hajis came to Leopold's side. What's missing. Olivia looked at the table.
Photo " Jam made from figs. Bring it quickly."
"... Yes."
Count Hajis's answer was a beat late. I couldn't see the strange look on the face of such a loyal man. It's fig jam, and Leopold loved fig jam.,
"Even if you're missing out, you're missing out on what a fair girl likes."
Tsu, the sound of kicking his tongue came to mind. News that the Marquis of Ethel has purchased a new orchard. To plant a whole bunch of figs that Maria Ethel loves, the youngest daughter who is so precious. So.... I felt like I was hit by cold water. Olivia looked at Leopold. Leopold's eyes narrowed. The blue eyes in the eyes, which were gently bent, were staring at me. Indeed, it's as if you're looking forward to what you're going to react to. I didn't even go for a minute to see if the temperature was cold or hot in the palm of my mug. What is the intention. What do you want me to respond to? Up until now, Leopold had not kept his promises well, but he was gentle. I sent flowers, gifts, and cards that I couldn't keep my promise. I split my busy time and laid out today. What's more.
"That's a pretty name. Olivia."
It was the man I loved who showed me the glorious salvation from the birthday of Leopold, who I first met at the age of nine. So the only thing I could say was this.
"... I loved figs."
Olivia said dryly, as if she were speaking. Olivia took her hand off the mug. The ends of both hands, minus the bottom of the table, pinched each other achingly.
"Wasn't it?"
Leopold shook his head, pretending not to know.
"... Enjoy fig iron."
Leopold laughed feebly. As if I knew it would. My eyes were hot. Olivia pulled her nails sharper and poked her hand at me. I thought I'd look ugly if I was vigilant for a moment. Olivia gave strength to her back.
"Olivia."
"Yes. Your majesty."
The voice from my mouth was hard. Thank god. Crying was the worst.
"Cheeks are not livid. Where is it sick?"
The truth in the worried tone was clear. My fingertips trembled, but I didn't know I was sick.
"You look tired. I'm in today."
After all, this was Leopold's will today. Olivia blinked quickly. The richly rolled eyelashes seemed to sink in. The servant placed fig jam on the table. When I saw the jam, it was rather funny.
"Too."
"Huh?"
"... You're kind."
It's a shame that kindness didn't come to me. Olivia smiled thinly. Leopold frowned. Olivia glanced lightly behind me. Everyone, including Count Hajis, bowed their heads, and the oldest servant, who looked at me as if watching, bowed his head angrily.
"Give me time to do this separately. So, it's okay not to send flowers today."
This was my last pride. I didn't want to be comforted by flowers anymore.
"Flowers? Do you want me to send you?"
When Leopold smirked, Olivia once more thought something was wrong.
"What flowers do you want to receive from me so directly, princess?"
Leopold's words sounded slow. The flower was sent by Leopold. No, I thought it was, and I never doubted it. It was a flower from the Imperial Palace, a card for a precious gift. The expression was not managed. Whether lucky or unhappy, Leopold, rising from his seat, was not interested in Olivia. Leopold smiled as he saw Olivia, who did not wake up.
"Fie. My fiancée is weak. I'm going out for a little rest. And Olivia, if you want to get flowers, why don't you learn how to wait for them? Like a lady. Indeed, by the way."
Moments later, Leopold leaned over Olivia. Slow hands flick and touch Olivia's necklace jewelry.
"Didn't I tell you? I don't like the bright colors for you."
The affectionately decorated voice lost its strength from the body. Leopold turned.
Like a fleeting ebb, everyone was out. Tak, when the door closed, Olivia was alone in the parlor. In this quiet place, Olivia pressed her miserable mood and multiplied the facts. No precious gifts, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers, no flowers. Even the flowers that made me excited and the cards that contained sweet comfort. Not all of them were sent by Leopold. Ha. He pursed his lips and burst into a turbid laugh. Obviously, it was like cotton candy until this morning. It was like sludge. It was hurtful. No, I couldn't break down, and my blood was cooling down. The flowers I believed were sweet, because the cards were all lies. All this time I've been decorated for Leopold. I was ignored by the cheer that Ecella put on the necklace. In the emotion of the rush, Olivia caught a blurred vision. Don't cry dumb. Olivia Madeline. Olivia muttered inside. I had to be sober. Dare. I needed to know who provoked me like this. He blinked a few times, and his transparent green eyes glowed. Olivia rose from her seat and walked to the parlor door. Olivia had a disheveled head while there was a constant sound of shoe-bending. Not half a time passed from the appointment time. Sally picked up the coin and asked him to play, and the coachman asked him to come in a few hours. It was all the escort that hid the figure. Renting a carriage for a coffee house is a rumored risk, and it took time to wait for a private carriage. No one knew how I would go to the Taejang Palace... Olivia opened the door and left the parlor.
"Lady?"
In the hallway, a ripe voice spread in the ear.
"How do you see it here?"
It was the man. A man with black hair and red eyes. The man bent his eyes and smiled as if this encounter was unbelievable. If that's a harmless laugh.
"... You said you were giving me a gift?"
The end of Olivia's voice was very slightly split. The man's eyes looked astutely at Olivia. When I found the nail marks on the back of Olivia's hand, my red eyes cooled for a moment.
"... Of course. Lady. What can I do?"