She wasnât only tardy, but truly tardy. It had been said that women would take longer time to prepare than men, but still, this was just exceedingly late. When he realized that Knoxâs gaze had already been fixated upstairs, the Count hurriedly stepped in.
âSince my daughter tends to devote herself to dressing up, she takes an even longer time. If she isnât satisfied with her current appearance, she would even cancel an appointment all of a sudden, which would put me in various awkward positions as well.â
ââ¦I see.â
Even though he had answered the Count, albeit absentmindedly, Knoxâs gaze still didnât move away from the upper floor. As the Count saw how Knox was consistently in an unmoving position, he discreetly whispered to the butler.
Then, after waiting around 30 minutes more, a rustle could be heard from upstairs. It was right at the moment Knox emptied his second cup of tea because he could no longer contain his agitation.
The skirt fluttered on the stairs before slowly descended, which eventually caught his sole attention. And perhaps since she had allotted to beautify herself up, she showed no signs of illness at all. Her appearance that was without a hat had looked even more confident than Knox had ever thought of.
âItâs been a long time, Your Highness.â
She approached closer and as she slightly bowed her head, her hair fluttered along as well. Her hair was curly, probably due to the fact that she had curled them before and they swayed following the rhythm of her breath. As her voice was neither blunt nor apologetic, Knox could only catch his own breath.
All this time, he had always been thinking of what he should be saying, but now that he was already in front of her, he couldnât say anything out loud that easily. Maybe it was only because of those uninvited guests all around them. Knox cleared his throat a couple of times before reaching out towards her.
âCan we be alone for a moment?â
The Count didnât waste even a single chance to get even closer to the Grand Duke.
Not only did he disregard Alexiaâs opinion, which was clearly displaying an unwilling expression, he had also pushed her along with Knox to the garden.
Although it wasnât as much as the one in the Grand Duchy, the neat garden was still emitting the scent of flowers.
Both of them had been walking side by side for quite a while, but neither of them started the conversation just yet. Only the quiet sound of footsteps treading on the pebble was surrounding themselves.
Knox, who had been fidgeting with his clothes for quite some time now, slowly glanced at her. Unlike his previous bravado that wished to hug her after a long time, he was now unsure how he should be treating her.
Her clothes were unusually fancy today and yet, he instantly felt like her petite figure would ultimately be squashed if he were to just embrace her tightly.
âHave you been well?â
The words that were finally uttered had been that of a formal one. Alexia, who was surprised, hesitated her step for a second, but she soon harmonized along with him once again.
âYes.â
âWhy didnât you come and visit this whole time?â
âBecause I was sick.â
âWere you feeling extremely ill?â
âWell⦠I was sickâjust like how others do.â
Unlike Knox, who was trying his very best to have a conversation, Alexia was just busy building a wall between them. If he had talked a little, she would mercilessly respond with a curt answer.
Is she still angry because of that time? Knox then carefully continued to speak.
ââ¦Iâm sorry.â
Alexia completely stopped herself at that phrase.
âFor hurting you.â
âItâs fine. My sickness was never because of you, Your Highness.â
âButâ¦â¦ werenât you unable to speak about the thing that you wanted to say to me at that time?â
âIt was a mere trifle. Even I have forgotten about it, sir.â
âStill, I want to hear all about it.â
ââ¦but I truly donât remember it at all.â
Alexiaâs words, which sounded as if she, herself, was confused, began creeping in.
And thus, Knox realizedâthe fact that she hadnât been calling out his name nor did she meet his eyes.
âBut still, I want to hear it.â
Knoxâs urges that had been pestering for answers, made her heave out a faint sigh.
âIâm sure that it mustâve been trivial. It mustâve been either I wanted to say that Iâd like to meet you again. Or if notâmaybe I like you.â
Immediately with that statement, Knoxâs eyes eventually grew bigger. As he seemed to forget all about his own status, he suddenly grabbed both of her shoulders.
âWho are you?â
Alexiaâs eyes began to waver at the Grand Dukeâs sudden question.
âWh-who, you ask? Itâs me. The Young Countess of Britton.â
âIf youâre just planning to play such a useless joke, youâd better stop this instance. Just because I havenât been able to see, do you think that Iâm unable to recognize the one whom Iâve been meeting all this time?â
A sense of despair had instantly decorated Alexiaâs face at Knoxâs firm question. She sighed once again before propping her forehead.
âThis is precisely why I wouldnât want to meet you.â