Chapter 21
Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince
Chapter 21
âBut I donât have a spouse?â
What kind of accusation was this when I didnât even have a boyfriend? Blanc even said it with some kind of determination in his features.
âAt the tower, youuu⦠liiive with that maanâ¦â
His voice was still slow, but what he wanted to say was conveyed clearly. At this, I feel sweat pouring down.
âItâll spell big trouble if you go around saying His Highness is my spouse. You canât say something like that anywhere else.â
Just like what Schubert was here for earlier. Wasnât it generally known that the person living with a prince was a manipulative witch who deserved to die?
First of all, it was decided even before Blanc entered the tower.
âTheeen, humans who are stuck together like that doesnât necessarily mean they have that kind of relationshiiiipâ¦â
Mm, I persuaded you well. He tends to speak slowly, but Blanc is very smart.
â¦So there was nothing more I had to say. The fact that thereâs some skinship between us and that our lips sometimes become swollen was irrelevant here.
âHaha, oh, Iâm sleepy. Blanc, shall we go to bed?â
When at a disadvantage, the best course of action was to change the subject.
But after saying that, I really did become sleepy. It was originally time for bed anyway, and because I was in a better mood after going out of the tower and staying here in such a luxurious room, eventually, I fell asleep with Blanc in my arms.
âRosé.â
At that moment, I was still half-asleep when someone called me.
ââ¦your permission.â
In my drowsiness, I nodded. A warm touch gently swept away the hair over my face. I blinked slowly and looked to see who the owner of that hand was.
A slight brush of a finger left my lips, and a hushed, languid voice reached my ears.
âItâs time to go.â
But I want to sleep more. Itâs cheating to wake me up like this when Iâm sleeping so comfortablyâwhoever it was. The face was blurry because I was still half asleep.
Instead of waking up, I snuggled further into the duvets and buried my face into the pillow.
âI already got your permission. Are you still going to stay like this?â
A sweet voice resounded. Those words that asked for my permission became mere afterimages in my dream-like state.
Someone with this kind of voice, was there anything he could ask me for permission about?
â¦There is, I think. While thinking about it, I was drifting off to sleep, but I was startled by the hand that lowered the duvet.
âColdâ¦â
I mumbled as I pulled back⦠well, tried and failed to pull back the blanket. Thereâs a fireplace, but during dawn, the tower was still freezing. And furthermore, the attic I stayed at was colder than Albertâs room.
I trembled unconsciously. But contrary to my anticipation, there was no cold wind.
Was this not inside the tower?
Only then did I remember that we went out.
Raising my heavy eyelids, I found Albert sitting by me on the bed I was lying on.
He was sitting at the bedside, looking down at me. While the night sky brightened up as the sun rose, the light filtering in moderately brightened up the blurry gray hair. There was a slight shadow over his face.
I was looking up at him, but even from this unsavory angle, I could see no fault in his beauty. Were there even any faults to begin with?
Albert was perfect from each and every angle. Even though we saw each other every day, I couldnât help but stare at him blankly as though possessed.
His hand reached over to caress my cheek slowly. Over the path his hand touched was a trail of the sun that passed by. I feel like Iâd been lit up like the embers of the fireplace.
Albertâs gaze was both warm and cool. Two different characteristics were subtly intertwined.
What did he think about whenever he looked at me? I was suddenly curious.
I feel like Iâll walk right into trouble if you talk to me like thisâ¦
This is a breach of contract. I blinked and timidly spoke.
ââ¦I already opened my eyes.â
âBut youâve already given me your permission, Rosé.â
ââ¦What permission?â
âThe permission to touch you now.â
âPrince, I donât remember answering to thatâ¦â
âI got it. So Rosé, Iâll say it again.â
He looked down softly. Then, as he leaned down, he put his lips close to my ears. The sound of his breaths could be felt in my ear, and my body was startled. Albert whispered softly.
âI want to touch you.â
As he paused, the air he breathed out tickled my ear, which caused goosebumps starting from my ear going down my neck.
I trembled. Looking at me, Albert added in a lower voice.
âPlease give me your permission.â
Oh, itâs that.
What I heard earlier was only the part of âyour permissionâ, and so now the puzzle was solved. As expected, it was better to listen to someone else from beginning to the end.
In other words, I shot myself on the foot.
Gulping dryly, I slowly moved away from Albert and protected myself by wrapping the duvet around me like I was a roll of kimbap.
âWaaaiit⦠Canât breeeatheâ¦â
And then Blanc, who was trapped there in the blanket, spoke drowsily.
Even while he was running out of breath, he still spoke slowly. It was safe to say that itâs like heâs someone on vacation.
Still, Blancâs words need to be respected, so I quickly took him out of the blanket and set him down between me and Albert.
Seeing the prince, Blanc tilted his head to the side while standing up on his stubby paws.
Youâre trying to protect me!
Youâre trying to save me from that princeâs magic spell!
Blanc is a fledgling dragon! Although he had yet to reach adulthood, from Albertâs enchantment, heâs trying to save me, this great, wonderful magical beâ¦ast.
âBlanc, where are you going?â
After getting up on the bed, Blanc went towards the fireplace some distance away and settled there. Turning his head, he glanced at me and waved.
âYou twooo⦠solve it by yourseeelf.â
Smacked with a sense of déjà vu, I recalled the time when Blanc asked me to go up to the room from the kitchen by myself.
With a resounding crash, the bond between Blanc and I had collapsed.
âI thiiink⦠that guy is scaryyyâ¦â
Blanc explained this as if he could read my shaking eyes.
âI didnât know thereâd come a day in my life that Iâd be praised by a dragon fledgling.â
As he observed my demeanor, Albert crossed his arms and shrugged.
While looking back at him, I tried to respond calmly.
âIâm taking it back, Prince. Itâs cancelled.â
âI expected that.â
Contrary to my concerns, Albert stood up without any qualms. Nothing else happened.
But itâs kind of a shame that youâre listening to me so obedientlyâ¦
No, wait, donât be sad about that. This is Albertâs way of flirting. If you start thinking like that, youâll get swept away.
With my eyes wide open now, I shook off these sentiments. No thoughts, head empty. No thoughts, head empty.¹
âAre you sad?â
âNo, thatâs impossible.â
I answered Albert in an instant. It was a robotic answer to hide what I was really feeling.
With his eyes curved beautifully, he smiled.
âBut thatâs regrettable, Rosé. Iâm sad.â
I had nothing to say to this even if Albert said so.
âI shouldnât have revealed it too quickly.â
There ensued a moment of silence. As I sneakily averted my eyes, Albert calmly said.
âLetâs get prepared for the return trip.â
âAlready?â
Albert raised his brows.
âYou must like this place.â
âThe roomâs big and itâs pretty, so I like it. My room in the tower looks so desolate.â
âWe have to go back soon, but look around the room. Iâll charge you later, so you can take anything you want.â
âReally?â
âIâve never taken back my words before.â
âPrince, I loveâ no, thank you very much.â
Like a habit, I almost said âI love youâ. Itâs a common expression I say towards my friends, so sometimes it pops out without even my control.
â¦But he confessed to me, so I canât do this. I wonder if he noticed from the beginning.
Albertâs expression was calm as if nothing had happened.
At this, I figured itâd be okay to just move on, but.
âWhy are you changing your words in the middle of talking? Continue what you were saying.â
Iâm not sure if he knew itâs something that came out unconsciously, but itâs flustering me that he was asking me to continue so openly.
ââ¦Prince.â
âI know youâre saying that without meaning to.â
ââ¦â¦â
âSo just say it without thinking much.â
The weight of those words changed completely from before.
Albert continued staring into my eyes. He applied that silent pressure that was as natural as breathing was for him, just in the same way that he naturally said and acted out those perplexing thoughts and actions.
But thatâs why I canât do that anymore.
âPrince, I canât sayâ¦â
Shhk, shhk. After getting out from under the blankets, I got out of the bed and stood up.
âHereâs a substitute instead.â
I placed both hands over my head to make a big heart shapeâa heart of love. The meaning was the same, but the weight of it wasnât as heavy.
âThis heart equals love.â
ââ¦I donât think that gesture means the same thing.â
âIt has a mini-me, too.â
With my thumb and index finger together, I made a smaller heart. This is the Korean finger heart!
âI donât know what that is either.â
Albert responded offhandedly, but the atmosphere was definitely softer than before.
Then, there was a knock on the door. Albertâs smile changed subtly.
His expression contained only sincerity until then, but there was now a mask over his features.
Just like when I first met him.
âWho is it?â
âYour Highness, itâs me, Duke Masen.â
Albert breathed out and stroked his chin.
âI told you to rest more. I donât understand why you rose from your bed.â
âI couldnât just let Your Highness leave like that, which is why Iâve come here.â
Duke Masen was the reason why Albert was here.
I fidgeted with my clothes.
âYouâre being conscious.â
âNo way, of course not. How can I possibly look away from the Prince? Iâm just maintaining proper etiquette towards any other person.â
Iâm embarrassed that Iâd be meeting someone for the first time while I was in a blanket burrito. I answered back skillfully while slightly biting back. Albert narrowed his eyes.
âI have a hunch thatâs not the only reason, but thatâs probably my misunderstanding.â
âThereâs no one as handsome as you, Prince.â
These words were sincere, but Albert was kind of on the mark. Itâs inevitable to anticipate oneâs first meeting with a duke.
In romance novels, the duke was bound to be either the male protagonist or the second male lead. As long as Iâm this close to Albert, thereâs a high chance that Iâd meet Seo Ina later. So itâs also highly probable that the duke was the second male lead.
In romance novels, the male leads were always handsome, right? If Schubert was a young man whose looks you could look forward to in the future, then what about Duke Liam Masen?
What did he look like?
Three cheers! Three cheers for handsome guys!
âCome in.â
âYes.â
Ba-dump, ba-dump. I stared at the door as though I was watching a movie. When the door opened, Duke Liam Masen stepped inside.
âYour Highness.â
The dukeâs voice was huskier than Albertâs sweet voice.
Liam was quite the looker, with his short black hair and green eyes. He definitely looked older than Schubert, and considering his strong physique and the scabbard at his side, it was clear that he was someone who wielded a sword.
Even if I looked at his tanned face for a long, long time, I donât think Iâd ever get tired of it.
â¦As expected. Just catching sight of a romance novelâs male leads made my eyes endlessly blissful.
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¹ What Rosé chants here is this mantra: 무ë 무ì무ë 무ì (munyeom, masang, munyeom, masang) and the dictionary definition for it is [ a state of impassivity ] or [ the act of attaining a spiritual state of being that is free from all thoughts and worries ] and sure, I could translate that into a more sensible English mantra, but my brain is fried and I literally canât think of anything but that meme xD
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