Alana’s quarters consisted of six rooms. All the rooms were carved with elaborate designs, and it seemed that each room had its own theme. However, Alana did not seem to be particular about it. She did not seem to be interested in furniture or interiors. Alana did not use all six rooms either. Perhaps she thought them too big; she only used three rooms. Luciano used the remaining three rooms on his own, but Alana did not seem to care about that either. She was a docile girl who did not express herself, but when he lived with her, he realised that she had a rough, unpretentious temperament that did not care about the details.
Alana was awake, she could be found in front of her bedroom. Today, however, she was asleep on the chaise lounge. Maybe she was tired today. Her hands clutched a ball of cloth, and as soon as he noticed it, Luciano’s eyes narrowed.
Last night he had made those spheres of cloth to train Alana to move her hands. Even though he did not instruct her, there was an emotion that swelled in him, seeing her hiding, and holding those cloths.
Luciano, with his knees, bent over and looked at Alana’s face. Perhaps because of her increased diet, she seemed to have a better skin tone than usual. When she did not respond to his peck on her round cheek, he brought his mouth close to her lips. He felt her regular breathing. What touched his lips was still soft and warm as ever.
He felt like he could kiss her a little better than before her, so he kissed her again, slightly parting her lips. Still, she did not wake up. He thought he wanted to say something that motivated her to train when she woke up. He couldn’t – everything that he could think of didn’t feel like his character…
What did it mean to be like him in the first place? Excellent since childhood, Luciano still could not grasp the answer. Above all, it was difficult to know how to treat her. It was not the kind of thing that one could find the correct answer by examining a book.
Luciano took off his cloak and put it on the lounge, then put his hand in Alana’s lap and lifted her up. He took her to the bed and laid her down, and he lay down next to her, even though it was still early afternoon. It was comfortable lying down next to her.
Alana, your hands will surely move. So don’t give up.
He mumbled in his native tongue. But he did not know if she would be motivated by him telling her this. He had never considered women.
──Abuse huh ...
By this time, Callisto’s story weighed heavily on his chest. He never thought that the Queen of the Millennium Empire had been treated in such a way.
Prince Raymond’s disgusting words crossed his mind. “Prince Luciano, I won’t add salt to your wounds. I have a younger sister too, and I’m still a sister-minded brother. It just so happens that Mileia, and my sister are the same age. I don’t consider her a stranger to me.”
── Damn you, Raymond! What do you think of your sister?
She was weak and had no mother. Her allies were also limited. There was no way she could avoid her half-brothers either. She had been abused, tortured, her hands destroyed, and her eyesight made poor.
Her father and half-brother died, and she suddenly became the Queen. Her fiancée had married another girl, and now, by her side, she has married an assassin with the intention of ending her life. The assassin, her very husband, was also embracing her.
She was only sixteen. Yet, because of the oppression of her past, she matured far too young. She was silent and unskilled at expressing emotions. Perhaps to ask her not to desire death, would be the most cruel.
Your secret agent was right. You are not in an environment where you can feel happiness.
Luciano had a harsh past, but he was blessed with his family and knew what happiness was. That was why his resentment and sorrows were so deep and driven by revenge. But Alana did not even have that.
A girl who does not know happiness. I came to kill such a pitiful girl.
When he spat out those words toward the ceiling, he heard a faint sound of clothes shifting.
Alana’s quarters consisted of six rooms. All the rooms were carved with elaborate designs, and it seemed that each room had its own theme. However, Alana did not seem to be particular about it. She did not seem to be interested in furniture or interiors. Alana did not use all six rooms either. Perhaps she thought them too big; she only used three rooms. Luciano used the remaining three rooms on his own, but Alana did not seem to care about that either. She was a docile girl who did not express herself, but when he lived with her, he realised that she had a rough, unpretentious temperament that did not care about the details.
Alana was awake, she could be found in front of her bedroom. Today, however, she was asleep on the chaise lounge. Maybe she was tired today. Her hands clutched a ball of cloth, and as soon as he noticed it, Luciano’s eyes narrowed.
Last night he had made those spheres of cloth to train Alana to move her hands. Even though he did not instruct her, there was an emotion that swelled in him, seeing her hiding, and holding those cloths.
Luciano, with his knees, bent over and looked at Alana’s face. Perhaps because of her increased diet, she seemed to have a better skin tone than usual. When she did not respond to his peck on her round cheek, he brought his mouth close to her lips. He felt her regular breathing. What touched his lips was still soft and warm as ever.
He felt like he could kiss her a little better than before her, so he kissed her again, slightly parting her lips. Still, she did not wake up. He thought he wanted to say something that motivated her to train when she woke up. He couldn’t – everything that he could think of didn’t feel like his character…
What did it mean to be like him in the first place? Excellent since childhood, Luciano still could not grasp the answer. Above all, it was difficult to know how to treat her. It was not the kind of thing that one could find the correct answer by examining a book.
Luciano took off his cloak and put it on the lounge, then put his hand in Alana’s lap and lifted her up. He took her to the bed and laid her down, and he lay down next to her, even though it was still early afternoon. It was comfortable lying down next to her.
Alana, your hands will surely move. So don’t give up.
He mumbled in his native tongue. But he did not know if she would be motivated by him telling her this. He had never considered women.
──Abuse huh ...
By this time, Callisto’s story weighed heavily on his chest. He never thought that the Queen of the Millennium Empire had been treated in such a way.
Prince Raymond’s disgusting words crossed his mind. “Prince Luciano, I won’t add salt to your wounds. I have a younger sister too, and I’m still a sister-minded brother. It just so happens that Mileia, and my sister are the same age. I don’t consider her a stranger to me.”
── Damn you, Raymond! What do you think of your sister?
She was weak and had no mother. Her allies were also limited. There was no way she could avoid her half-brothers either. She had been abused, tortured, her hands destroyed, and her eyesight made poor.
Her father and half-brother died, and she suddenly became the Queen. Her fiancée had married another girl, and now, by her side, she has married an assassin with the intention of ending her life. The assassin, her very husband, was also embracing her.
She was only sixteen. Yet, because of the oppression of her past, she matured far too young. She was silent and unskilled at expressing emotions. Perhaps to ask her not to desire death, would be the most cruel.
Your secret agent was right. You are not in an environment where you can feel happiness.
Luciano had a harsh past, but he was blessed with his family and knew what happiness was. That was why his resentment and sorrows were so deep and driven by revenge. But Alana did not even have that.
A girl who does not know happiness. I came to kill such a pitiful girl.
When he spat out those words toward the ceiling, he heard a faint sound of clothes shifting.
