Chapter 73 - Sweet Rain (1/2)
Two hours later
”We should rest here until the rain let's out.”
It's a good thing they found shelter, but his gaze fell on the Princess whose clothes hugged her body tightly, she ended up getting soaked after all. It rained rapidly 5 minutes after they walked back. Her predictions are way too accurate, even though there was no sign of a storm. However, when you look at her like this, she really has grown into a woman. She is no longer a child. The girl who was so small when they first met is only an inch or so shorter than him.
She's always been the beautiful type, but now she's grown, she's stunning. Before you know it she has grown slender arms and legs. Before you know it, the aura of nobility practically surrounds her like a barrier. What was it that Pupillam said?
' Sneaking out has become a lot more difficult for the Princess now. Although I'm relieved, she seems to be quite upset about it, not being able to venture out as much as before. The surrounding aura now is without doubt nobility; the surrounding air differs completely from before. She always stood out before, but now just her presence alone is enough to make people kneel down.'
Ah, that's right. No wonder Lyn always wears a cloak with a cape whenever she goes out. But even then she hides when there are too many people. The Lady has become a woman who understands the position she's in. To be the person that unites all the elite families. To accomplish that, though, you must sway over the correct people. Lyn understands that she cannot avoid conflict, and that's why she's avoiding it.
”That cloak, it's the one your brother made for you a long time ago is it not?”
”Ah, yes, I'm surprised you know about it,” Lyn peered at him before she clapped her hands, ”You've resorted to stalking on my brother.”
Rhys eyes twitch in annoyance, ”You, really are a brat.”
Lyn rolled her eyes, ”But, how else would you know that?”
”I've been talking to his fiance during meetings. She mentions you a lot.”
”Gabrielle?”
”Yeah, her,” he didn't know her name. But she's been talking to him a lot. When she first approached him, she didn't say much but simply said she would help him during meetings under her fiance's request. Rhys didn't know what the First Prince was up to, but he figured that he might as well go along with the flow. Before he knew it, their conversations mainly centered around Lyn.
”I see,” Lyn paused before she swiftly changed the subject, ”So, anyhow Pupillam said it's too battered up for me to be walking around in and indeed the color is fading already.”
”Should I ask for another one to be made for you?” he's made some good connections in the Mist Kingdom since arriving. A good tailor for one.
Lyn shook her head, ”No, I shall keep this one. For me, it holds a lot of precious memories, after all.”
Rhys didn't know what it was, but he found his hand reaching over until it landed on top of the girl's hair, ”That's right,”
”Rhys your always going to treat me like a kid, aren't you?” Rhys drew his hand back and scratched his cheeks, causing a chuckle to escape her lips, ”I do not mind it since it's coming from you. Since I'm treated with respect a lot more these days, it's refreshing for someone to treat me like a child.”
Even the way she speaks now is refined and elegant.
”Is that so?”
Lyn nodded.
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