43 The Stained Dress (1/2)
Ayleen was on Phileon's lap. ”Philéon we did well to stop this coach but if he does not leave now we will miss the tournament .. I wanted to ask you. Do you mind waiting so long to marry me? ”
Philéon could not be happier he had had the little Princess. He ordered the driver to restart. ”If it is you, it does not bother me at all, and then our kings have already given our weddings and we are now engaged. As for your character, I'll have guessed it. You look like a kitten but you are rather be a nasty little tigress. Come back on my knees, I'm cold now. ”
Ayleen thought the comparison was cute but it was more fun like that. ”And what willgive you to the tigress if she comes back?”
Philéon knew she was starting to play with him again so he did not worry too much. ”Come on, I know you'll be lacking cuddles if you do not come back.”
Ayleen heard the coachman warn them that they arrived at the accademia and decided to have a little more fun. ”You really miss luck, I was going to give you a huge hug that would have brought you to Philéon paradise. But taking off all your clothes now is no longer possible. This little kitten does things well and does not like to sloppy cuddles. What an unfortunate Philéon who missed such a great opportunity because he is too stupid. Ah, and now that we are engaged, thank you for calling me Ayleen Mr. Philéon the unlucky ”
Philéon felt Miserable. Because he had wanted to annoy her, he had missed such a great opportunity? What an idiot he was. ”I can still ask the coachman not to disturb us, it is not urgent that it is only the beginning of the afternoon and I even want to take off your Ayleen dress.”
Ayleen thought he was cute and too stupid. ”Sorry but the urge is over. Go outside my honey. ”
A depressed Crown Prince came out, forgetting to close his shirt which was fully open. On the other side a beautiful girl came out helped by servants retaining with all his strength his desire to laugh. Many nobles saw the Crown Prince, who was known for his righteousness and steadfastness, and today he appeared as if he were coming out of a room in a fourth-class brothel. However, they had to immediately greet him and then greet the Princess of Flanders. To approach this young man who did not see them was difficult, but a Duke who was also his uncle slapped him in the face.
Duke Sarsel had just learned that his nephew had just become engaged with the young Princess of Flanders and was very happy for him. But why was he such an idiot? And why was he walking half naked? ”Nephew's cretin that's how you look in public? You the future King of this country? Do not make me laugh. Let's forget, congratulations on your engagement with this beautiful Princess my nephew but make me the pleasure to dress you moron. ”
Philéon took by surprise woke up and found that his shirt was indeed open. [What a disgrace] He looked at Ayleen and realized that her dress was perfectly straight and her hair perfectly coiffed. [How did you do it?] ”Thank you my uncle, yes I offered to marry me and she said yes. We get along really well and my heart beats for her. She is an adorable girl and I fell under her spell as soon as I saw her. When it came to my shirt, the magic coolers were no longer working and I could not stand this heat any more, hence this appearance. ”
Duc Sarsel did not believe his nephew for a second yet the Princess was perfectly dressed and her hair in good condition. Would his idiot nephew have tried something out of place? He whispered, ”I do not believe you for a second. I think you must have wanted to enjoy this sweet and naive Princess but did not have time. I will not talk to your father but resume you. Have a good afternoon Philéon. ”
Phileon greeted all the nobles and the school staff. He looked at her and saw that sweet young Princess who was perfect in every respect and told herself that they were all being led by boat. [What character she has. And what an idiot I am. I must be careful or his games will harm me. I feel that my fiancee will not be easy.] They followed the staff and professors of the academy of the kingdom of Lyork and were placed in the best seats reserved for the royal family. They were in front of the main arena and the competitors were between the ages of sixteen and seventeen.
The favorite was a magician named Sansom, specializing in the magic of fire and wind of rank Lord ** who could have put down his other opponents very easily but who was having fun to see them amputate. Philéon himself was not a good magician but an excellent knight. Practicing magic did not interest him but he found it exciting to watch these tournaments. At the moment, two male competitors were of the same level
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Philéon asked Ayleen. ”Ayleen how do you find their level.”
Ayleen watched these two prat firing rotten spells hidden under an equally rotten shield and could only tell the truth. ”Seedy”
Philéon was surprised. He found them pretty good. [Ah the match is over. So it is the turn of this vicious Sansom.] ”Ayleen, it seems that this magician is very cruel to his competitors. If you ever do not want to look, turn your head. Do not worry, no one will judge you badly for that. ”