Ch. 165 Forever (1)
âItâll be difficult to clear away all that snow.â
He scratched his chin thoughtfully as Louise gazed at his reflection in the window.
âLouise.â
When he called her name, Louise jolted quickly in surprise.
âY-yes?!â
âWeâll remove some snow later. You can borrow a pair of fur boots from the student council storage room. The boots look ridiculous, but theyâre warm.â
âAre you wearing those fur boots, too?â
âMe? Wear that?â
He flashed a grin and shrugged. Well, Louise supposed that a person who walked around wearing only a thin coat in spite of the cold weather wouldnât wear fur boots.
âHow are your hands?â
He approached her and removed the towel from her hands. It had gone cold without her even realizing it.
âI think itâs a little better.â
âIt doesnât look that way. Give them to me.â
He sat next to her and he held out his hands in expectation. It must be serious if he was this worried. She flushed as she thought, âHe touched my feet,â and âHis shirt is wet.â
âCome on.â
At his urging, Louise placed her hands in his. Her hands were still a darkish red, but the itching and stinging was less than before.
âHmmm.â
He gave a small hum as he ran his fingers across her palm. It was a curious turn of events that they were in the same snowball fight, but their outcomes were completely different.
âI shouldnât have played around.â
âWith Simon?â
âYes.â
âSo thatâs why youâre helping me like this? Because you started the snowball fight?â
âIâm responsible for this happening.â
âItâs only a mild frostbite.â
âYou shouldnât use the word frostbite. It sounds scary.â
He exhaled a warm breath across her hand that tickled up to her fingertips.
âI think my hands are fine now.â
âI donât know.â
He inspected the back of her hand and her fingernails and shook his head.
âIt looks the same.â
âItâs a lot better than before.â
She gently pulled her hand away from him.
âHow about your feet?â
âMy feet are fine.â
âItâs not good to overuse the word âfineâ. You have to be honest with the people who are worried about you.â
âReally!â
âAlright, alright.â
He stood up and cleared away the water bowl, while Louise held her dripping feet in the air.
âPresident, can you get me a towel over there?â
âAlready getting it.â
He knelt down on the floor and carefully dried her feet.
âI-I can do it myself!â
âI know, but I have to check its condition.â
âTheyâre dirtyâ¦â
âDirty.â
He brushed the sole of her foot with his fingers, proving otherwise.
âIs it sore?â
âA little. Iâm more embarrassed than anything.â
âYou used to play barefoot often when you were young.â
âBut you didnât touch my feet like this.â
âWell they didnât freeze like this before.â
Louise smiled at their casual banter, though she was still embarrassed that he was using his hands to warm her cold feet.
âYou know what?â
âHmm?â
His eyes remained fixed on Louiseâs foot when he answered.
âA moment ago, you said you regretted playing around with Simon.â
âYes.â
âI liked it.â
Now that her hands were a little easier to move, she grabbed a quilt and tugged it over her lap.
âYou two looked so happy.â
âSimon and I are always happy.â
âI know, but today you two were especially so.â
âThanks to Simon.â
âItâs also because of you. But donât do that in the cold next time.â
âIâm reconsidering that too.â
âThatâs a relief.â
Louise watched as Ian held her feet as if he were delicately handling glass, and she gently brushed her hand against his silvery hair. He had always been close to her, but never as close as he was nowânot only in distance, but also in their relationship. It had changed into something clearer, more crystallized.
Perhaps being in the Academy had affected them. It was strange to think about. Ian could easily go from the palace to the greenhouse anytime, but the opposite was not true; without an invitation from Ian, Louise wouldnât be able to step foot inside the palace. In the Academy, however, she could reach him just by walking through its corridors and stairways. She could run into him by accident. They could walk together under the stars until dawn caught up to them.
Louise realized how rare and precious those experiences were. After she went back to the outside world and removed her school uniform, it would be difficult to do these activities with him again. She would also have to deal with their differences in status.
Louise slowly dropped her hand from his head.
âNo more touching?â
He spoke jokingly, but she couldnât answer him. She was afraid she would get addicted to this closeness.
âYour hair wasnât frozen, Your Highness. Oh, no, I meant the Presidentâs hair isnât frozen.â
Louise realized she spoke the wrong title and hastily corrected herself.
âItâs been a long time since you addressed me by the wrong title in the Academy.â
âYesâ¦â
âIt was difficult for you at first, but you said it naturally afterwards.â
President! President!
âLouise Sweeney.â
Louiseâs eyes returned to Ian again.
âAfter I graduate and after you graduate.â
Ian was still looking at the sole of her foot as he gently rubbed heat into them.
âWhat are you going to call me?â
âWellâ¦â
âCrown Prince and Heir To The Throne isnât bad. But I canât be that to you.â
âBut arenât you my superior?â
âYes.â
His wish was simple. He wanted her to call him by his first name.
âItâs difficult for me to do that.â
âIt is?â
âWellâ¦itâs a little complicated.â
âYou can tell me.â
âActually.â
Louise turned her thoughts to the original story, which she hadnât done in a long time. She told him the moment the villainess Louise used the name âIan,â and Ian looked at her as if she were nothing more than dirt. The current Louise couldnât forget this scene from the original story.
âDoes my face really look that scary to you?â
âItâs not exactly you. Itâs a different story now.â
âI want to hit that guy for some reasonâ¦so is that why youâve only called me âPresidentâ so far?â
âItâs not just that.â
âWhat else?â
Louise hesitated.
âI wonder whoâs going to hearâ¦â
âNo one is listening right now, so you can speak comfortably. So what else is it?â
âNo, I mean, what would other people think if I addressed the Crown Prince so familiarly?â
âWhat would they think? They would think that Iâm deeply in love with Louise Sweeney.â
âHey!â
âItâs true, isnât it?â
ââ¦Well!â
âItâs just a statement of facts, so is there a problem?â
âI donât know what to say to that.â
âI know what youâre worried about.â
ââ¦â
âProfessor Lassen put those useless morals in your head. I intend to prepare a countermeasure against her as soon as I leaveâ¦but your worries still wonât leave you easily, will they?â
Louise nodded her head. Perhaps there were many more like Professor Lassen in the future. Some might have more power than her, and others would resort to crueler methods. Their malice would be directed at them both. Louise was not happy about Ian being exposed to danger, even when she knew he was strong.
âBut still.â
There was a hint of a smile in his voice, even when talking about unpleasant situations.
âEven if something bad happens as a result.â
ââ¦â
âI will still be happy at all the misfortunes that happen to me.â
âBut thatâ¦.â
That was just miserable.
âI told you, itâs not like the fairy tales. The good and the bad always come together.â
âIâll be unhappy if something bad happens to you.â
âThatâs very kind of you.â
âAre we going to be unhappy?â
âWeâll be alright if we face the misfortunes together, right?â
âIâd rather if there was not anyâ¦â
âForever.â
His voice immediately turned from jovial to delicate on the last word.
Forever.
He wanted to be together for a lifetime. He finally lifted his head from her foot, but when his eyes met Louiseâs, he didnât smile.
âThatâsâ¦â
âIt means that Iâm betting everything I have to ask for eternity.â
He added an explanation so Louise wouldnât misunderstand. She remained in shocked silence, however, and Ian smiled and softly continued.
âI donât need to hear an answer right away. I do have a conscience.â
âO-oh, thatâs not it.â
âThink about it. You have a year to make a choice.â
âItâs not that.â
âThen what?â
âNow, you justâ¦â
Louise managed to complete the sentence as her ears were flaming red.
âYou proposed.â
âRight.â
He nodded with a calm expression.
âWhile you were holding my foot.â
âHuh?â
âY-you were holding my foot while proposing!â
âAt least I didnât pat your head, so I thought it would be fine.â
âThatâs too much! Why would you be touching my head or foot?â
âBut itâs just a foot.â
âBut still!â
âItâs fine. Itâs very pretty.â
He lifted Louiseâs foot and kissed it.
âYouâyouâ¦!â
âHmm?â
He looked at her as if it wasnât a big deal.
âI promised I would kiss you every day.â
âWhat kind of man kisses a personâs feet?â
âMaybe there are more than you think.â
âHaaaaaâ¦â
Meanwhile, Louiseâs feet were slowly returning to their usual color. The pain was fading away, and her senses were gradually returning.