Chapter 41 (1/2)

Futile Love Heo Sarin 43840K 2022-07-20

Hearing Kyosul’s message from the court lady, Ruhae let out a sigh.

In fact, he expected this kind of reply because he knew that she had been avoiding him since she discovered his real identity.

Kyosul didn’t appear in the back garden anymore, where she took a walk all the time, and when she bumped into him there, she didn’t even try to make eye contact with him.

Looking at the stepping stones leading to the door of her residence, he finally walked over to come in.

“Oh, no, Your Majesty!”

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The court ladies expected that he would leave, but when he tried to cross the stepping stones to go to Kyosul’s room, they called him in astonishment.

Ignoring them, however, he took off his shoes on the stepping stones to come in.

“Your Majesty, the Crown Princess hasn’t allowed you to come in.”

“Your Majesty!”

They approached him in groups, but he pushed them aside and went into her residence.

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Startled by his sudden move, they followed him. They had never seen such a rigid expression on his face. He was always courteous with a gentle smile on his face, but today he was a totally different man.

At a loss what to do, they just followed him.

Ruhae was the third in line to succeed the throne, and they couldn’t stop him.

“Your Majesty, you should not come without her approval!”

“Your Majesty, please keep your dignity and manners.”

What they could do at their level was to call out to him like that to express their embarrassment.

When he crossed the last door right to Kyosul’s room, more than 20 court ladies were behind him.

When Ruhae opened the door and came in, the nanny looked at him with a startled expression. With no smile on his face, he was resolute and determined.

“How dare you come into her room recklessly?” said the nanny at her bedside, standing up.

The nanny also didn’t know how to respond to this embarrassing situation, but he even ignored the nanny and approached Kyosul’s bed.

“How come you wouldn’t allow me in when you accepted all the visitors up to now?”

He asked her sternly. She held a bowl of porridge, leaning against several soft pillows stacked up on the bed. As she hardly had any food while she was sick, her skinny white hand trembled.

“I’m tired, nanny,” she said feebly with her cracked lips, handing the porridge bowl to the nanny. She ate only half the porridge as she lost appetite, but her remarks to the nanny were responded by someone else.

“The Crown Princess has just said she is tired. Just leave!”

Turning his head, Ruhae shouted to the court ladies standing behind him and closed the door.

The court ladies, who were whispering among themselves behind the door, had to go back helplessly. There were only Ruhae, Kyosul and the nanny left in the room. He approached her bed and took the nanny’s spot beside her.

“Let me stand by the Crown Princess, so you go and take care of your own matters,” he said.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Bowing to him, the nanny stepped back and went out of the room. The nanny’s job was to keep an eye on her, so she was supposed to stand by her, but she understood what he meant when he said that, so she left silently.

He took her hand.

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“Ouch!”

At that moment, she blurted out a feeble sound. Now he held onto her hand tighter. She tried to disengage her hand from his by twisting her fingers. The more she tried to do so, however, the stronger his grip on her hand was. As she hardly ate any food, she couldn’t refuse him.

After wrestling with him in a war of nerves for a while, she finally gave up and left her hand in his.

When she relaxed her hand, his strong grip eased. At that moment, she felt the urge to withdraw her hand, but it was obvious that he would strengthen his grip if she tried to withdraw her hand.

Without looking at him, she asked in a trembling voice, “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Why are you so mean to me, Your Highness?”