You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 380

’He said he would come and he didn’t. He’s a d*rn prince... was sending a note or a message with someone too much to ask?... It’s obvious he wasn’t in a fight. He looked too freaking fine in those luxurious clothes for that.’

A part of me had tried not to think about it. Just as I did while bothered at the waterfalls... but this time it wasn’t working out.

’... Is it my period? It’s delayed so maybe that’s why I’m this easily edgy right now...’

"....."

’Urgh... I have a headache now. If it’s about to come...’

"... Lady Marianne... is there something wrong?" — The princess that had gently not talked much to me probably aware something bothered me, suddenly asked with appreciated secrecy.

It was only a second I took to decide to tell the truth of my current state, and with my blank post-it notes already out lying lonely on the table, I wrote for her to know.

[ I have a headache. I wish to take a stroll. ] 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"! Is it too hurtful? Would you like for me to tell Talmhach to come treat you?"

"..." — [ No. Thank you, Princess. A stroll will serve me to gain some air. ]

"... Then I should join you."

’Urgh... Sorry princess but right now...’ — [ I appreciate it... However, I would like to go by myself. ]

"..... I understand... Do go and refresh yourself. Be careful not to wander out of the camping site."

Nodding to her suggestion I noticed how she then gave a nod to Vitor and some guards I knew were part of Robus Pars. It was nice to know she took care of us like this... but then again, I actually wanted to be by myself.

Completely... without the guards following me.

’Either way, it can’t be helped. I would be stupid not to bring them with me since this event is a good opportunity for anyone to kill me.’ — Kind of nonchalant I told this heavy truth to Marianne. Who I felt was shaken by it as it wasn’t a laughing matter.

I stood from my seat and bowed as a gesture to excuse my leave from the other women. Which was aided by the Princess who elegantly informed I was to briefly vacate the tent.

From the side of my eye, I saw how Vitor and two of the guards followed me as I left the tent.

I couldn’t help but feel annoyed even if aware it was necessary... I guess it was simply one of those days I don’t like any little thing going on...

I walked around. Through paths of dirt framed by grass and tents. And on every tent I passed, I noticed that each had a different print of cloth where I could read the names and learn the emblems of the households owning them.

Naturally, as if touring, I arrived at that one pertaining to Marianne’s Surname: The Sylfinnier’s...

I watched it carefully from the outside. And surrounded it out of curiosity unlike I did the day before to see how big it actually was.

Eventually, I was standing before the entrance and stared at the closed curtain with an empty head... only feeling strongly in my chest the wish for the mister to suddenly peek out from it and meet him again... Welcoming us with his fond smile... and immediately cuddling us... aware of our current conflicting sadness.

"..."

’Haha... I guess it’s too much to ask... at this time the mister must also be in the hunting grounds.’ — Bummed since I knew I wouldn’t find the comfort I was searching for, my head looked down at our feet that were invisible because of our long skirt.

The smile I forced ourselves to wear hurt this time... and it made me realise I truly don’t like this sensation of loneliness...

Forcing a smile only enhanced the sadness that provoked it.

’Sigh... why am I like this?? It must be the hormones messing up with me... it’s not that big of a deal but I feel like it’s cracking up my heart slowly...’

"....."

’... I know... it’s not good to overthink.’ — To the hand that had taken my fingers I said with now a more honest smile... moved since it was obvious I wasn’t alone in this chaotic flood of emotions overruning our peace of mind.

I lifted my head to stare at the wide sky, inhaling the air I originally went outside to take and, trying to clean myself from these stained thoughts wanting to soil every bit of ourselves unnecessarily, my chest still felt stuffy and conflicted. But having the support of someone who felt the same way so close was good enough to clarify my view of the situation.

’There are many things we don’t know yet... let’s be patient... at some point, we will cross paths with him again... we can directly ask him then.’ — Coming to a resolution that still made me nervous, I felt how the heaviness became more manageable.

I looked around us, thinking that maybe we could converse with Sir Vitor to change the ambience and mood going on a bit, but then I realised I was... like I initially wanted, completely on my own.

"???" — ’When did they stop following us?? I didn’t even notice...’

Making sure I wasn’t missing their presence out of missing it for looking fast the first time, I looked around more thoroughly. Confirming there was no sign of them anywhere near where I was.

"....." — ’... Yes. It’s weird.’

A shared unsettled shiver went through our body. There was a little bit of fright that tried to overwhelm me within the coldness of it. But thankfully, it wasn’t as if I felt so down I couldn’t rationalise as I usually do in these kinds of suspicious circumstances.

Even if the bodyguards I was always accompanied by weren’t visible, I knew there was one that guarded me from the shadows.

... At least... even if I had no way to be certain he wasn’t also gone... thinking he hadn’t gone anywhere was what we needed to remain calm.

’... This is getting repetitive. It’s when I reign my uncertainties that something unsettling happens.’ — I said, tired of the cycle I considered I had fallen in. Staying composed nonetheless. Watching this time the trees not so far from out spot where I believed the guards in the shadows could be.

"..."

Gosh... The silence... never felt more alarming.

’We better go back.’