Chapter 50: Live To Sienna Pt.50
Reboot Sienna
âItâs big enough to look like a floor rug, but itâs definitely a garment. Still, youâre stepping on a womanâs skirt, arenât you?â
âOh! Iâm sorry.â
Maybe he didnât know that it was a real skirt, but Carl stepped back a couple of feet. His footprints were clearly stamped on her white dress. He examined her mood as she sighed. The act now was his fault, and he had to look at it.
âIf youâre going to come to see me soon, then how come youâre here already?â
Sienna said nervously. Carl didnât even say heâd come today.
âWhy? Did you want me to show up at the ceremony and hold hands with you?â
âIsnât that possible? Iâve never thought of joining hands with you or have the prince enter the ceremony with me, to begin with.â
â...â
âItâs terrifying to know that someone whoâs going back and forth between life and death on the Castro border shows up at the ceremony to marry me. If that had happened, then the look on Queen Aryaâs face alone would have been worth seeing.â
âIâm sorry. I guess you must have really hoped that Iâd show up at the ceremony to see her crumpled face.â
âItâs regretful, but youâll have to promise me to do that next time. Could you bring me that glass of water over there, please?â
Carl looked at her with a puzzled look. As a prince, he had never had to run someoneâs water errand. There was a twitch in his attitude as he laughed out since she was asking for it as if it was nothing.
âThere must be a dragon planted into your heart. I thought it was weird since you were just sleeping on a day like this.â
It was a long time ago that he arrived in this room. Stepping up on the edge of Siennaâs skirt was also done by watching her sleep in a strange position. He handed her a glass of water, even though he was grouchy.
âI havenât had a good sip of water since this morning because I had to wear this crappy dress.â
Before the parade began, Jane tried to pass her some tea, but her tailor deprived her of that tea. For half a day, she literally couldnât drink a sip of water, so she took the glass from him and gulped it down. She swallowed the glass of water so pleasantly that she looked as if she was a satisfied general.
There must have been a reason why the tailor wouldnât even let her drink water. The corset tightened so hard that the water seemed to have stayed up within her chest.
âBut Iâm glad youâre here, Your Majesty. Ah! I guess itâs okay to call you Carl now.â
âYouâre used to calling me Carl anyway.â
âWhen did I ever got used to it? I called you the Crown Prince over and over again, tediously.â
âYou mixed my name, Carl, around with your lord, your king, and your prince.â
âOh... did I do that? If I did, please forgive me.â
Since she was a part of the royal family now, she didnât have to attach formal titles to the royal family. Sienna was married to Carl. Currently, she is an imperial nobility, which had given her the right to call him more comfortably and to sing about like this.
âI was desperate for Carlâs help anyway.â
âMy help?â
âYes. Please take off this wedding dress!â
â...â
When he had given no answer, she continued, thinking no.
âIn fact, itâs my husbandâs duty to strip me of this torture outfit. I know quite well that you didnât want this wedding. Who would like it? Honestly, you didnât even show a booger at the wedding, so do you think I felt great as well. I had a hell of a hard time. Iâm so tired after the wedding and the imperial wedding ceremonies.â
âI didnât want this marriage?â
âWith all due respect, why would you even want to marry me?â Sienna added as an excuse. âIt was a marriage Carl didnât want. I donât want to impress someone who doesnât like me. I mean... more than that, are you sure that youâre really not going to take this off for me?
âHow do you take it off?â Carl said with a deep sigh.
âPlease unbutton the back. I canât reach it because of my hands.â
Carl looked at her awkwardly. Sienna noticed that he was agonizing over how to unbutton her skirt without stepping on it. She then spoke with her head lifted.
âYou can step on my skirt and come closer. If you just untie the shackles of my back, I wonât blame you even if you spit on it, let alone having your footprints on my skirt.â
âIâm no rascal, and I donât go around spitting as I like.â
âItâs just a metaphor. Jeez!â
At her urging, Carl took a seat behind her with a helpless expression. He reached out and handed Siennaâs drooping hair forward.
âWhy would you think that I donât want this marriage?â
Carl was curious as he arranged her hair. He never said he didnât want this wedding, but Sienna always said it as if it were obvious.
She brought up such a remark before.
âI feel sorry for having to hold a wedding alone, but I think Carl is not in a comfortable position either. Even though you have your beloved Fair Duchess, you need to tie the knot with someone like me whom you donât know much about.â
Carl felt strange when she said those words.
âWhy does she keep pressing on that I obviously love Bluebell? She could argue that itâs purely for political reasons? Then again, how can she be so sure? No, does she want me to have feelings for Bluebell, so sheâll think Iâll keep my promise in five years?â
Carl straightened Siennaâs hair with a complicated-looking expression. As his cold hands touched her back, Sienna squirmed in her spot immediately and let out a sharp sound in surprise. Carl felt sorry for her reaction. Sienna then spoke as an excuse.
âHave you been outside for a long time? Your hands are like ice.â
âIs that so?â
He then lifted his hands to touch his cheek. Still, he wasnât sure if it was cold or not.
Sienna heard a sarcastic sound. She looked back, and Carl was rubbing his hands like he was trying to start a fire. She spoke in a soulful voice.
âSir Carl is a person I canât figure out.â
âYouâre the one whom I canât make out, let alone try to grasp.â
âIs that so?â
Carl turned Siennaâs hair forward again to see how hot his hands were. This then revealed her pale nape.
Behind her were buttons tightly clasped on her back. The buttons were so small that it slipped through his fingers. As Carl moved his wrists, Sienna turned her head to see what the itchy sensation climbing up her spine was.
âStay still.â
âThatâs why you should stop wiggling about and take it off quickly.â
âWhat on Earth?â
Carl focused on the small buttons as his breath swept Siennaâs back, tickling her neck.
âThereâs a lot attached.â
âThatâs right. What in the world was the person who invented this thing thinking? Why would he think that a person could wear this?â
Sienna had no reason to grumble. Still, her nerves were all over him as he unbuttoned her dress.
Carl was also wary of this situation. After less than ten minutes, they felt like they were being intimidated.
âIâve undone all of it!â
When Carl tried to get up, Sienna grabbed him.
âPlease untie the strings inside, not just the buttons.â
âWhat?â
âThe dress is fine, but thereâs something even more terrible within it.â
She blamed the corset for still tightening her breath. When Carl untied the cord of the corset with a solemn expression, Sienna started taking a few deep breaths and lowered her head.
âOh, I think Iâm going to live.â
He glided cautiously down the hem of her dress.
âSir Carl!â
At Siennaâs call, Carl peered at her with an agitated gaze, âWhat now?â
âIâm sorry, but could you look for a change of clothes?â
He looked everywhere in the room, even though he was grumbling about as he did it. However, no matter how much he searched, there seemed to be no clothes around.
âThereâs none. Like, at all?â
âWell, thereâs those curtains and tablecloths.â
It was true. Usually, following the right ways, the maids did not have to set aside a set of clothes in this room, to be exact. Sienna sighed again. She couldnât stay like this forever. Thus, she asked Carl to bring her a tablecloth.