The princess eats breakfast.
The morning when the birds are chirping and the bright sun begins to rise.
It was a really nice day to enjoy a leisurely breakfast with the breeze coming in through the window.
Unfortunately, it was an impossible wind.
What was in front of me right now wasn’t like a warm breeze, but Princess Rebecca, who was staring at me.
Until now, she had a face that I thought was a very beautiful face. With a smirking expression on his face, he couldn’t be this hateful.
“What are you doing without eating?”
“If you stare at people like that, even those who eat well will not be able to eat.”
“When did you say I stared at you?”
How the hell did this happen?
To answer this question, we need to go back to yesterday for a moment.
*
Yesterday afternoon, when I just ate Rebecca and just walked out of the drawing room.
The problem occurred then.
I met Princess Rebecca, who had come to the Duchess of Valencia, so I thought I would go back to the countess right away.
“…what if…”
“The Duke and the Count are holding drinks.”
The news I heard was that my father, Count Xernias, and Rebecca’s father, the Duke of Valencia, were drinking in a booze here.
The butler of the Duke of Valencia, who brought this news to me, has also expressed an apologetic expression as if there is no excuse.
“····.”
I’m at a loss for words.
Could there be a better expression for the situation then? It was obvious that there probably wasn’t.
Is it okay for people with the status of Duke and Count of the Empire to do this? I thought I wanted to.
My mother, Countess Xernias, who is here, wondered how to deal with it, so I went to my mother as well.
“Alber, it’s been a long time since your father met the Duke, a close friend, so please understand this one time.”
My mother also defended her father, whom she had not seen in a long time, but did not give any specific solution.
‘···········My father is a close friend of the Duke of Valencia.’
Did you mean there was such a setting?
In fact, it’s not a story that doesn’t make much sense. If the Duke and Count had not been close friends, there would have been no engagement between me and Rebecca.
Count was also a fairly high noble title, but it was not comparable to a duke. There was no way that the counts and dukes could have in-laws without any reason in the clearly established system of [the prince wields a sword].
So I was forced to stay at the Duke of Valencia by my father, whom I met with a friend after a long time.
“What are you looking at?”
“····.”
“Then it won’t matter if I feed you.”
“Of course…. What?”
Rebecca glares at me as if she heard me wrong.
This time, I kindly said it again for the princess.
“I’ll feed the princess.”
“…are you crazy?”
A princess who directly asks if I am crazy.
Maybe that’s a pretty naive expression for me.
Inside, you might say, ‘Well, there are all these idiots.’ Maybe you are thinking like this
The reason I can’t use that expression as it is is probably because I had previously mentioned the newspaper and scared the princess.
But unfortunately, I was in a very normal state.
“No, I’m in a very normal state.”
“A normal person is saying that they will give you food…?”
Rebecca limped as if she was embarrassed to even speak.
But the words that came out of me were far more serious than those.
“Isn’t it shameful to feed your beloved fiancee?”
“Love… you… fiancee?”
Rebecca is now starting to look at me with the look of a really crazy person.
Until before, it was like ‘What kind of bastard…’ but now it’s like, ‘Well, there are all these bastards.’ Is it the look you want?
“Yes. Beloved fiancee.”
“······Are you serious? ······No, don’t answer me. It seems creepy.”
Let me open my mouth to answer. Rebecca immediately blocked my reply.
Then, the princess looks around to see if there is anyone else around.
In fact, if anyone else in the duke had just listened to me, they would probably die of shame.
I looked at Rebecca like that curiously. Rebecca also looked at me and asked, as if feeling the gaze.
“·······What. That eerie expression.”
“It’s because I don’t understand.”
“What is it that I don’t understand…”
“Didn’t the princess say that you don’t mind me?”
Rebecca seemed to realize only then that she had dug her own grave.
According to the princess’s logic, it shouldn’t matter so much whether I feed her or not.
But, overreacting to the idea that I will feed you doesn’t mean that I care.
It was Rebecca trapped in the contradiction she had created.
“I ask again. Princess, do you care about me?”
“·······No. What do you say I…”
The result was breakfast alone with the princess.
······Only the two of you? So where the hell did my parents and the duchess go?
“… Princess, maybe my parents…”
“If you’re looking for Count Xernias and Countess, you’re still sleeping from a hangover.”
“····.”
“The four of you drank until late last night.”
As if that was a natural result, Princess Rebecca nodded her head and ate the soup.
A princess who casually eats breakfast as if it was nothing like this.
I saw the princess eating as if it didn’t matter how I was feeling right now. I suddenly had a question.
“Are you okay, Princess?”
“What are you talking about?”
“This is a situation where my parents are so drunk they’re having breakfast with me.”
“··············································································································································································· Fuhuh.”
Rebecca hears my question and laughs out of nowhere.
Rebecca’s face was smiling as if she knew you would.
“Do you think you care about this situation with me?”
“····.”
“Well, you probably wouldn’t have had breakfast with a beautiful young-ae like me. Don’t be shy. It’s natural.”
It was a rude remark that I wanted to refute. Sadly, Rebecca wasn’t lying.
The appearance of Rebecca eating slowly while observing all aristocratic etiquette was really beautiful, and it was a figure that a normal man could not help but fall in love with.
Even I, who had a big argument with Rebecca yesterday, didn’t stare blankly at Rebecca eating until she asked me what she was looking at earlier.
“Why can’t you talk? Are you really in love with me?”
But apart from that, she couldn’t leave Princess Rebecca smiling like that as if she had won.
That was not allowed by my pride and burning desire to win. I had to change the expression on that strangely annoying facial expression somehow.
After making up my mind, I got up.
“Is it okay to take it as meaning that the princess is okay?”
“······yes?”
The princess who heard my question did not seem to understand the purpose of the question well.
So why is he suddenly saying that? Should I feel the same way?
For the princess who did not understand, I decided to retell it kindly.
“The Princess asked if it had nothing to do with the fact that the two of us were having breakfast alone.”
“Of course. I don’t care what you say.”
It was a lower voice than before. The voice of Rebecca, who still did not bend her pride.
Should I say Princess Rebecca, who has as much pride as her desire to win?
I approached Rebecca like that. Holding a spoon in one hand.
“Why are you approaching me?”
As I approached, Rebecca curled up like a cat witnessing something strange.
Sitting in the chair didn’t change, but the act of pulling my butt back a little bit and trying to somehow get a little further away from me.
I immediately reached Rebecca’s side.
“Didn’t I tell you. I’ll feed you for your beloved fiancee.”
“····.”
What you want to say to me has been conveyed up to this point. Rebecca can’t say anything because she’s said something.
I took the spoon to the soup lying in front of Rebecca. Soon after, he succeeded in scooping out a spoonful of soup.
“…are you really going to do it?”
Rebecca seemed confused as to whether the situation in front of her was real.
The expression on that face that doubted whether the me who was fighting like that yesterday and the me who is trying to feed me in front of me now is the same person.
I said I don’t care.
“Yes. So, open your mouth quickly.”
“····.”
The princess, who struggled for a long time looking at the spoon in my hand, opened her mouth slightly as if she had no choice but to do it.
“Chew it thoroughly.”
Soup was served.
quiver-
It was then that the door of the closed restaurant opened.
“Rebecca? I’m sorry. I drank too much…”
Soon after, the Duchess of Valencia came into the restaurant with a voice of apology.
“······Oh.”
“····.”
It was only natural to see Me and Rebecca eating the soup like a baby bird without saying a word.
In an unexpected meeting with his mother.
“······ah.”
Rebecca’s face turned red as if it was about to explode.