You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 378

Recognising such a delightful sound his steps took him closer to the gap of water, halting breathless at the sight of the ambrosial lady... sitting innocently nude... caring for her lovely stream of hair while her beautiful and long legs moved playfully in the water.

’My lady’s sound... such sweet melody... only my enchanting lady Marianne-...’ — He had thought as he paced nearer to find such breathtaking sight.

Time seemed to stop moving along his racing heartbeat... and the hums of the precious lady mixed with the loud beats of his shaken vessels.

Suffocating heat overwhelmed the confused man... whose violet hues pulsated intensely in loving shade... unable to blink and lose the marvellous view of desirable milky flesh.

"....."

The air he sucked in shivered along his everything... while the eyes of the man observed spellbound the feminine shape of the body he has been dreaming about ever since his devotion manifested.

Blush decorated the delicate body of the woman, enhancing her already appetising nature with the tender shade usually carried on her cheeks.

The round mounds and lovely curve of the waist the corsets she wore framed looked as enticing to hold as ever... and the hips giving birth to gorgeous limbs... made him step back. Feeling the reaction of an enamoured soul manifest in his body with lust... where the manliness of a man was to grow excited at the sight of his one beloved woman’s nudity.

"hm~ hmm... mhmm~ mm~~..."

"...!?"

The exquisite smile of the lady that sang inspired by the man in her thoughts then broke his daydream completely. Falling conscious that the sight he was admiring was not to be enjoyed yet.

’!?! F*ck. Bloody hell! Bloody destiny that’s testing my resolve!!!’ — Turning away, it was then that his skill was used to not make a sound as he fled the place. Taking the blouse and wearing it disastrously. Rushing to the privacy of his chambers where the chaos set within his soul and body could be released without minding his surroundings.

"... Marianne... my love... I am hopelessly apologetic... my love... my maddening devotion..." — Distressed by the intense craving his hand had to please himself with her in mind, Zeleskiaz’s rod hurt by its steady hardening the more the scene of a nude Marianne was repeated in his head without control.

Falling flat on his back, the arms came to cover his flushed countenance. Biting his lip harmfully desperate, seeking in a chaotic mind a way to calm down the natural urges his being demanded.

"Ngh... I cannot calm down...! I... if I meet her tonight...! Fuhh, an effing beast I am..." — Reacting immediately to the thought the prince flinched with dismay in unwanted pleasure. Ashamed of himself as it was becoming more difficult to keep himself acting properly before the desired lady. — ’I’m sorry, my love... I won’t be able to keep my hands away from you if I meet you tonight, Marianne...’

Aware of his impulses, the crown prince frowned, looking down at his bulge that refused to lower even as conflict invaded his excitement.

"Tsk! Cursed be my longing... Cursed be this maddening courtship!! Kh... Marianne... quickly... please, my love... that sound... nh... use it to speak so I can finally confess what I am craving... I want to say I love you... I..." — ’I want to hear your reply my beloved Marianne...!’

The hand that had gone below his waist was holding desperately to the cloth concealing his manhood. Requesting to the darkness of his chambers... repeating the words of a song his beloved sang.

’... Fuuh and yet I... I also see you with tired eyes... even in the darkness of my mind...’

— Anch’io vorrei... star’ lì con te... —

’... I also... I would like to be there with you too... my love... my Marianne... I am sorry... I cannot meet you as I am at this moment...’

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"... My... today the hunt truly will start earlier." — The Princess commented as she listened to the archaic horn resounds in the air of a clear sky, announcing the imminent start of the activity celebrated in this event. Standing at the entrance of the tent along a quiet lady, who had been lost in thought even if little reactions were granted to her talk.

"..."

"The ladies have also come early to the tent today... Now those that have yet to arrive must be on their way... we shall take our seats and rest once they arrive, thankfully."

’... Mhm... my feet are hurting already...’ — With a downward mood the graceful lady nodded. Not honestly interested in the topic.

"Good day, Princess Jasmine, Lady Pristina."

"Good day my ladies, do go inside. We have been waiting to welcome you."

"Oh! Thank you, Your Highness. We shall converse further inside."

Bowing to both ladies welcoming them, the women walked joyfully into the tent.

Marianne and Jasmine bowed respectfully in return, feeling the silence left by the energetic women as the opportune time to ask what intrigued the princess.

"Lady Marianne appears listless today. Was yesterday’s soak in the waterfalls a failure for your rest...? You look downcast, it is concerning for myself."

’!? Ugh! I forget my expressions are showing more than before now...’ — Surprised by the straightforward inquiry the Princess gave her, Marianne straightened as if just awakened, searching inside her dress’ pockets the stack where her thoughts could be told and writing promptly a sincere reply. — [ The resting waterfalls were a pleasant time to find peace. Perhaps I relaxed a tad too much... hence my lack of energy... ]

"... Was it? Were you on your own? As it is a special place some like visiting it once open."

"...?" — [ No one came in while I was there. ]

"... If so, I am glad it was a restful time."

[ The oils the princess sent were of a wonderful aroma. My hair feels much softer after using them. I thank you deeply, Your Highness. ]

"... That rejoices me." — Smiling pleased, Jasmine chuckled thinking more than was told. — ’Truly... for I know he went there... and now I’m certain he resisted temptation.’

Mischief was also part of the princess’s satisfaction. Furthermore, as she was aware soon they were to meet the troubled man as an assignment had been given by a respectful mother... for her husband could not escort her to the tent of ladies today.