Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

She blinked for a moment at the request. Then, she remembered how neat Kylian was in the original. He was a person who liked to be clean in everything. To the point that if he didn’t like something, he’d ‘clean’ people’s necks too!

“No!”

“Pardon?”

“Ah… no, nothing. Sh- should I?”

“Yes.”

As he stared blankly, she knew what she had to do. She put down the food she had brought and turned to the water in the washbasin nearby. The water flowing out was cleaner than expected, so she took out her handkerchief and soaked it. Then she approached Kylian. Sitting so close, his handsome face became burdensomely visible.

“Please be gentle.”

“Yes…”

‘If I remember correctly, around this time, he must have already broken up with Melina, the heroine.’ Well, now, ex-fiancée I should say. From the beginning, the two had never met each other properly, and since it was an engagement that the family insisted on, he just checked her identity and passed her over to his younger brother as if annoyed. In the original story, Princess Deloraine kidnapped the Crown Prince. Arya subjected him to all kinds of bad things and coerced him into marriage, and while struggling to escape, he met Melina, who helped him escape, saved his life, and they fell in love. Melina abandoned Kylian, who had been heartless to her and began a new, fresh love with the Crown Prince.

That’s when Kylian realized his feelings for her and began to engage in terrifying evil deeds. It was okay when he tossed her toward his younger brother, but his eyes nearly rolled inside out the moment he learned she was involved with his political nemesis the Crown Prince! He went crazy for his desire to have Melina! To the point he became the ultimate villain desiring to take the Emperor’s seat!

“Do- do you really not remember your name?”

“Yes… why am I tied up?”

Kylian’s vulnerable eyes were truly beautiful. Arya hadn’t looked at him properly, so it was the first time she had peered so closely at his vivid purple eyes. They were as bright as a purple rubellite gem…

‘It is said he’s a maniac villain, but he truly is insanely handsome.’ If someone told me lavender was melted for 365 days and used that purple color to put it in a diamond, then embedded it in his eyes, I would have believed it. His skin was as delicate as silk, firm and smooth, without visible pores, as if it was baked pottery. And how deadly those lips were, bright red and thick; they contained a bewitching charm that made you swallow your saliva and feel as if time stopped. Even the thick neck and well-placed Adam’s apple. As she swallowed dry, Arya shuddered without realizing it.

“Miss.”

“Ah yes!”

Clap! She slapped both cheeks and woke up. She had a habit of doing that whenever she needed to come to her senses every time she was possessed by something, and this time it worked very well. Arya came to her senses, took the cloth, and wiped his face. The glaring eyes that seemed to be staring were truly brilliant. The emotions reflected were like alertness and a little bit of animosity. ‘Well, I would be angry, too. Being kidnapped by an unknown person, and my head was bleeding.’

She wiped his eyes and the bridge of his nose. As she did, her hand gently pressed his soft mouth, and because of the slight movement of his lips, her index finger gently went into and out of his mouth. She moved as if possessed, but somehow she felt a strange rise of energy as if her spirit was recharged. Arya stiffened by the sudden action, and he stared coldly at her. Thus, she diligently wiped his face while feeling drowsy.

“What should I call you?”

“Ah… I’m Arya.”

“I see.”

She couldn’t make eye contact with his stare. Whenever they made eye contact, it felt like he was about to eat her, so she was sweating profusely. Her heart pounded loudly. She felt just like a zebra about to be eaten. ‘No, I have red hair, so maybe a fox? Princess Arya is too pretty for a fox…’

“What are you thinking?”

“Pardon? Ah… Sir is… too…”

“Yes.”

At his cold stare, words came out of Arya’s mouth, who wanted to live.

“Sir is so handsome!”

“I see.”

Then, the glare softened.

“Is that why you brought me here?”

“Ah… that, that…”

‘I brought you here by mistake, so let’s bid adieu now.’ I wish I could say that! But I don’t think he would leave me alone if I said such a thing.

“Ahk!”

She was sure she had asked for his handcuffs to be loosened, but both hands were still raised. Suddenly, on his wrist, there was a half-painted pattern. While looking at the pattern for a while, she was embarrassed by the hand pressing her shoulder and neck.

“Why did you bring me here, Arya?”

“Th- that…!”

The pressure on her neck was so strong that it was difficult for Arya to breathe. Then, astonished by his frown, she closed her eyes tightly.

“Ugh!”

Eventually, the tremendous force that pressed down on her chest made her open her eyes in pain. As she did so, he was lying on top of her, unconscious. Seeing Kylian’s nose-bleed, he seemed to have fainted from the impact of a punch on the head. The thing was,

“Um… ex- excuse me…? Sir Kylian?”

He had fainted on top of her.

“Sir Kylian!”

I don’t know how tall Princess Arya is. However, the original stated that Kylian was over 190 cm tall, and had a muscular body with no fat. That means.

[tl/n: 190cm is around 6’2]

“Kyaa!”

No matter how hard she tried.

“Sir Kylian! Wake up!”

If he was lying on top of her like this, she couldn’t escape, as if she had a wardrobe on top.

“Sir Kylian!”

Even if Aria called desperately, he did not wake up.

In the end, Velosia rescued her.

“You’re lucky to have me, right?”

Arya’s mood improved as Velosia spoke proudly. She had a headache, probably because she had been crying and screaming while being crushed by Kylian.

“Bell…”

“Aigoo~ our Lady.”

Leaning on her, Bell hugged her familiarly and stroked Arya’s head. A maid stroking a nobleman’s hair? However, it was not so strange, considering that Arya in the original story lost her mother and depended on her nanny and Velosia. Rather, it was understandable that Bell acted like this. To Velosia, Arya was her Master and benefactor who gave her a new life, and to Arya, Bell was like an older sister. Although the wall of status was high, the Duke of Deloraine was also well aware of that part of Arya, so he didn’t say anything.

“Next time you go down to the basement, please go with me.”

“Mng…”

“My Lady. You’ve gone through so much that you have dark circles under your eyes.”

“Mng.”

After wiping her face, Bell took Arya to her room. Then she selected a dress and handed it to her.

“Do I need to change clothes?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because His Highness the Crown Prince is down there.”

“No, why?”

Arya had no strength, perhaps because she had just been tormented by Kylian.

“I don’t know either. But it seemed urgent.”

“Ca- Can’t you tell him to leave?”

“Milady…?”

“Ah…”

Bell was looking at Arya with a puzzled face. The original Arya was a woman that loved the Crown Prince so much that she tried every means to kidnap him. What if such Arya suddenly distanced herself from him? Maybe they would think I’m out of my mind and I’ll be in trouble! If so, after meeting the Prince and pretending to hit on him a few more times, I can pretend to get hurt by the Prince’s cold rejection, so I don’t care about him anymore, and I can tell him to live his life happily far away from me and I won’t see him again! I assume that if I say I don’t want to see him just now, it will be more suspicious.

“I, I think I can go out without dolling myself up too much.”

“Why so?”

“I’m pretty no matter what I wear.”

“That’s true.”

Actually, I was too lazy to change. Because the clothes she was holding looked so cumbersome.

“I’ll brush your hair a bit. It looks messy right now.”

“Mng.”

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Velosia combed her curly hair diligently. The marvelous thing was that as she combed Arya’s hair, the strands fell beautifully.

“Do you want me to tie it up?”

“Just let it go. It’s pretty.”

“Yes, our Lady is pretty no matter what she does.”

“Hehe.”

Arya gained confidence from Bell’s sincere—kind of childish— compliments that boosted her mood. Thus, she headed to the first floor drawing-room.

‘The Crown Prince was described as a ferocious, good-looking man with silver hair and red eyes. When I met Kylian, it was difficult to talk face-to-face because he was ridiculously handsome. The Crown Prince might be the same, so I have to stay as far away as possible.’

“Fuh…” After Arya took a deep breath, the servant opened the door to the drawing-room.

“Arya?”

Then she saw a man standing in front of the door. He stood right in front of Arya as if he had encountered her while trying to go out.

“Ah…”

Arya looked at Velosia in surprise, and she looked at Arya as if she was startled.

“How should I say hi?”

“Yes?”

“I, I forgot how to greet the Crown Prince…”

As Arya whispered, the Crown Prince in front of her was staring at her, narrowing his brows as if he was in a bad mood.

“’I see the LittleSun of the Empire’!”

“What’s that? That’s too tacky!”

“What are you talking about?”

He approached her as if he was offended, and Aria stepped back without realizing it.

“I- The Little Sun of the Empire…”

“It’s fine.”

“…”

“It’s the first time the Princess keeps me waiting.”

As he arrogantly folded his arms and looked down at her, Arya felt like a herbivore once again. ‘Strange. I don’t think I have done anything wrong to the Crown Prince yet?’ He wasn’t the one who had been kidnapped, but rather Kylian Rohenbert. Then there’s no reason for me to be afraid of him. However, even though she thought so, as soon as she looked into his eyes, she cringed slightly. She saw the Crown Prince’s eyes and knew. He is angry.

“Di-did I do something wrong?”

“Wrong? Huh.”

She didn’t know if she had done something wrong, but with an expression that seemed to indicate an attempt to cool his anger, he grabbed her by the arm and threw her down to the sofa. As Arya looked at Bell and screamed silently for help, Bell made a gesture of cheering and closed the door.

“You really don’t know?”

“Hiiik–!”

Placing himself on top of Arya, he knelt on the sofa and pressed her shoulders down. Perhaps due to such a position their noses touched.

“Even like this?”

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