Chapter 461 - Seventeen Birthday Part 3 (2/2)
Lyn shook her head. ”There is no need for me to do that…” she trailed off. Her gaze fell on the pitch black skies. ”For a long time all I could do was watch everything from the sidelines. I want to do something for the Kingdom, just that thought alone isn't enough.”
”But you're tired.”
”If I truly tried, I would have done something more. I would have gone directly to the Mist Kingdom elders about my identity.”
”Under your situation, even that would be difficult.”
”Don't make excuses for me. I'm you're fiance, and yet for the past few months I have treated you…” Lyn couldn't get the words out. She genuinely felt bad. This is why she avoids speaking to him for long. 'These feelings of guilt don't vanish.'
Allen shook his head. ”Even if you belittle yourself, my opinion will not change.”
Lyn sighed. ”You're harder to handle than me.”
Where do Allen's unwavering faith and conviction come from? Most royals do not trust each other. Among the elite population, seldom anyone trusts one another. That's why Allen's behavior towards her is unusual.
”So did you find out?” Lyn asked.
Allen nodded. ”King John is frequently meeting with the council members. These members are the ones who disrupted the meeting last week.”
”The ones who caused problems for my brother?”
”You already heard?”
'More like that man purposely told her that.'
”Yes, mother could not attend the meeting so brother went instead. Those people complained a lot and caused a bad ruckus. It led to the meeting getting canceled.”
Allen nodded. ”King John and they are frequent visitors to a particular brothel.”
”Are you saying they purposely drew attention to themselves, under his orders?”
”Correct, but this is only one theory. We should consider that they caused these problems by themselves.”
Her eyes twitched in annoyance at that comment. ”You already saw them together. So is that second possibility even necessary?”
Surely Allen understands the current situation.
”It is, as stupid as it may seem. We cannot discard one piece of truth for another.”
A strong gust of wind blew before across her face. For a moment nobody said a word. Whenever she spoke to Allen, it ends up this way. 'He always gets the last word in.' Her gaze fell on her surroundings. She wanted to get her mind off things, but it was too dark to see anything.
Allen suddenly brushed his hands across her hair. ”Huh?” she looked at him puzzled until she saw the red rose in his hands.
”Stay still.”
Lyn nodded, and Allen carefully placed the rose on her hair.
”You find these things beautiful, do you not?”
”I do,” Lyn agreed. ”Thank you.”
But did he pick this rose from the garden? The gardener won't be happy, hopefully he didn't see.