808 647. The princess of resentment gives thanks.

The celebration, the last dance.

Waving at Jack as he returned to the audience, I headed back to the floor early.

I was so nervous at first, like a lie. Now I'm calm. I had a heart attack when I thought I'd get my attention alone. The dance wasn't long. I have so much fun dancing with each and every one of them, happy. It was a shame to be the last one now.

Standing in the center of the floor, the prelude begins. Slowly the last of him comes forward as the audience shows the noise that he's finally the last one.

A guest who noticed it already struck a welcome applause. I received a fierce applause for not saying I had been waiting, and a gleaming look at him in anticipation. I greeted him with my layered hands in front of me with a correct posture. Surrounded by a lot of people, he turns his brilliant gaze and smile, burning his figure in his eyes as he receives a welcome applause.

I went up to the floor and gave him a deep thank you, too, and took that hand that was offered.

"Holy Knight Arthur Beresford."

The introduction raised an exclamation that that was the rumored Saint Knight.

The applause that just cracks rings before the prelude is over. I laughed at Arthur, who took a lot of gaze and turned his face bright red nervously. I hoped the tension would ease, but on the contrary, his arms solidified like gathings of metal. This put one hand together from me that I couldn't put together at the dance, and if I let him turn his hand around my back, he gently turned his hand around my hips in a shabby motion to touch the vitreous as well from him.

Arthur, and I whisper in a voice that only he hears.

"It's okay, I'll take care of it.

If you say that like you used to when you danced with him, his shoulders went up and down all the time.

The pale of his eyes, open in circles, glows brightly. Tie your lips into one letter and slightly reverse your throat. I wonder if the last dance was quite traumatic for him as well, as he seemed completely relieved. If so, I'm a little depressed. Not if I thought my lead was bad.... Well, basically, Reed is a role on the male side, and I can't help it if they tell me that women couldn't do what they do. But I had better dance experience, and I was pretty confident.

Arthur, waiting for the prelude to end with his mouth shut, had his shoulders shaking tingly during that time as well. It's like I've been feeling heavy since I found out about the Holy Knight this morning, and it would be more impossible to talk about not being nervous about dancing in front of everyone within that day.

Would it be better not to talk to Arthur so that he can stay focused on the dance all the time? to take steps at the same time as the prelude was headed to the end. I put my foot

"No..."

Suddenly, Arthur, who had been silent for so long, let go of the words clearly.

Huh? And I looked back with my mouth pounding open to ask him back, and the back of Arthur's eye was burning pale. Gyu, both his gripped hand and the hand attached to his hips strengthen, and I accidentally have more strength in my shoulder. And as soon as the prelude was over and the main poured out, Arthur poured out into the song.

"This time it's my turn..."

Arthur stepped in, who ran out of words in a suppressing voice.

If I fit in with him as he invites me, I rhythmically crossed the floor. Proceeding to the edge, the two of us arced so large that the hem of the dress widened at the moment of making the turn. It was momentum enough to cut the wind, but the axis didn't shake at all thanks to the strong arms that supported it. Breathtaking, a riddled side was there if I turned my face back to Arthur.

Arthur, who used to have a lot of basic steps, has led me well in footsteps. Originally because I have good motor nerves, I was also good at playing foot and music last time and it suits me. But this time, he took even more technical steps, and even more surprisingly, he twisted me around and spun my arm around the axis.

Shortly after the audience also rang for an early show from the start, the air was broken by applause. I can see my own eyes opening in return.

I had eyes to eyes with Arthur, who was stretching his red face so that the tension could not yet be lifted. As soon as I understood the meaning of his dialogue, I laughed with all my strength before I asked him with joy and words. Then the red face reinforced the color further so that the deep pale eyes were rounded open and conflicted. Juhuahua...... and the hot air reaches me overflowing with something like hot air. Could they have thought I made a fool of myself? Even to show that that's definitely not the case. I'll put it right this time.

"Arthur, that's not an amazing improvement! When exactly did you practice?"

"Oh my... two days, since before. It's a burning blade, but.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Arthur, who gives it back with a smug and trembling lip, finally laughed at me in Russia.

The two of us twirl, twirling and turning hands together. Arthur's long silver hair shines brightly.

Wow, really nice, and if I kept on being excited, my mouth loosened like Arthur's face lit up, and I was pulled back together. He was also apparently nervous about the dance choreography earlier. I think you've been practicing really hard, and that just makes me happy and overwhelmed.

Did someone tell you that? When I heard, my loose lips tightened even tighter. Ng, I wonder if it would be embarrassing to tell Arthur to close it, that someone taught him or something. I decide to tell him again what's important there, thinking about changing the story.

"Happy awards, Arthur. I know I may be tired of hearing this over and over again, but... I'm really, really glad.

"Ah... thank you, thank you...

Arthur, who should be used to listening to it more than once besides me, still blew my face there happily.

Even after the award, I told him when he came to greet me at the Knights during this celebration, but I haven't said enough over and over again. I can't help but be glad that Arthur, who had a hard time for me and had once been suspended from the title of knight, is now being praised as a knight in this way. And...

"I'm so sorry......... I don't think you can apologize, but you were about to lose your knight's title because of me, too, right? And Adam was hurt for what I ordered him to do."

"! No, dude, the injury story is really ok n......! It's not a big injury, and... so it's really...

... they turned me down again.

Arthur was definitely injured because of what I ordered Adam to do. Neither Arthur nor anyone told me what kind of injury he was injured.

I'm so hurt that Adam ran out of words about it at the time. It was never supposed to be a light wound. Not only Arthur, but Captain Alan and the others are getting pauses from Arthur and Style, and when I ask him, he only answers, "It's over now," "it's not a big injury."

Sure, it was good enough to be intact when you rushed to me, but it doesn't mean you were never injured because you healed. Something terrible happened to him at that time, and if he was bad, he could have left a scar. Still, everyone was stubborn about Arthur's wounds. Arthur even felt a willingness not to pry.... It also seems to me like evidence that when they hide it that far, on the contrary, they've seen it that bad.

Slowly Arthur steps backwards. I rhythmically kicked the floor as I was drawn to it.

My eyes are swimming thoughtfully even though my footsteps are firm. Do you want to change the story, or do you not want to cut words from me? It's like you're someone else when you're holding a sword. "All right," he says, inadvertently zeroing a laugh, coming off the subject again from me. And he continued to say "but" from me to Arthur, who exhaled as relieved.

"I'm glad Arthur's alive.... that's all, please.

"I knew I could get you back. That's why I wanted to live.

Turn.

Kuru, Kuru arced Arthur on the axis, and when he stopped near the audience, he clapped naturally. I even heard a leak of exclamation and the sound of my breath reached my ears. As soon as the "Holy Knight" and its words were heard from nowhere, Arthur's shoulder swayed like a heart again.

Besides, when I laughed small, Arthur loosened me up to smile after I noticed him squeeze his lips. Silver hair reflects on the lighting and sparkles. The brilliance of stardust combined with the deep ethereal eyes of the sea, was like a prince in a picture book.

"Whatever I was seeing at your behest, you definitely pulled me back.... if you'll wait, I'll do it again and again"

"I'll be back.

"Come back.

Words overlapped.

Arthur and my voice were beautifully worn.

Unlike me, which I must have thought would overlap, I rounded my eyes as Arthur was surprised. Arthur, who shuts his mouth and slightly defies his throat, flips his body and turns. I'm sure no one has noticed that I've put my stopped leg back on my heels. That was such a beautiful switch.

Continue the words from me to Arthur, who still turns his round eyes to me after a successful follow-up.

"I get it. Because Arthur is my hero.

That's what he told me a year ago.

And there's no way Arthur would forget the favor he wrote in a letter a year ago.

With that in mind, I narrowed between Arthur's brows only for a moment when I loosened my cheeks and returned them. That look, which looked harsh, resembled that of the Knights captain, and soon afterwards Arthur's usual soft smile was returned again.

The grin that seemed a little proud reminds me that he is a knight, not a prince, after all. Dressed in white group clothes and stretched his spine straight like a white blade, he is a knight everyone acknowledges.

"The Knights Commander was delighted. And all Arthur's awards!... I'm sure I'm proud of you.

No. No. No. And Arthur, who clouds his words, turns away as if he were illuminated.

The truth is, instead of being proud, he said he was proud of our house, but he didn't seem to want the Knights chief to know and he can't say it cheaply out of my mouth. But when he glanced back at me again, he opened his mouth reluctantly.

"Really... were you happy...?

Even before Lord Pride. I can't stop laughing at Arthur for going on like that. It was true, and he smiled at me like he would if I gave it back.

After all, I think you're glad your father, the Knights Commander, is happy. 'Cause they're the knights I admire.

Dive with Arthur's arms led seeping with a glimmer even after he returns it. The applause was as gentle as the various waves, and my body approached me naturally if I put my hands back together with Arthur again.

They stare at each other as they peer up tall Arthur. If the two of us aligned our feet as we played into the music, the smile of the audience entered our sight over Arthur's shoulder. I'm just so, so happy. Style, Tiara, and Cedric flow out of sight and disappear, and I sneak open my mouth again when I'm located behind it.

"Actually.... this celebration. Arthur was the one who looked forward to dancing the most.

"… hehe"

Arthur's voice rises in unexpected ways. I held my breath like I was in a hurry from there on the way.

Arthur, who pressed in a hurry to leak his voice even for a moment, turned bright red as his face glanced. Look around just in case you don't hear me in the music.

It's okay, I knew no one was looking like they cared. Now it's time to keep your voice to a minimum. Arthur asked in a hurry, "Well..." Though it means nothing as it is.

"It means the six of us were set for today and I was most excited to dance with Arthur................ because this time it's something special.

Arthur, listening back to the special………, was shaking slightly, both with his accompanying hand and with his gripping back.

Did I put extra pressure on you because I said something special? Shake Arthur's hand back from me with a reinforced, layered finger, and respond. You've upset me a lot, and I'll go back to the basic steps again. Slow down with Arthur, too.

"My dance opponent today is Style, who commanded in a recapture battle. Leon, who led the reinforcements. Cedric for protecting the Second Princess. Commander-in-Chief of the Knights and the Knights who defended their mothers. Jack the Kingsguard as the guard's representative.

Everyone played a part in this recapture, that's the epitome.

That's why Leon and Cedric were chosen by putting the king down. Teng himself is directly involved in this recapture. Jack is the closest important person to me among the guards. Needless to say, Style and the Knights Commander.... and.

"" Arthur, who recaptured the First Princess.

Calling it that, the more Arthur's back, which was originally straight, stretches against him.

I also take steps with my back turned together. It's a dance with ample stretch if we match strides with each other. Arthur's shoulders tense and I laugh all alone wondering if I've reminded him of his position again.

I know Arthur is complicated that it will be his own merit to have helped me. Still, that's undoubtedly true for the people and it doesn't change for me that he's one of the people who saved me.

Don't get so comfortable, I keep telling him.

"You stopped me. You reached out, you pulled me back. You don't have to be alone. That's definitely true.... and that was recognized by my mothers and everyone else thus.

Maybe you shouldn't be cheaply happy because it's my big sin, speaking of the original.

If I hadn't run wild, Arthur would not have suffered any hard eyes, injuries, or been chased to the Cavalier's throne. The truth is, I may not even have the right to rejoice. But for whatever reason, Arthur's efforts were rewarded with recognition of merit.

"That's why I'm happy.

Reverse your back.

If I leaned back on my body to the bright red Arthur, he gave me mild support. The voice and applause of the guests echo, and to them behind me too I gently move my mouth toward Arthur, laughing.

I can't help but be happy to be here with him right now. Arthur, who was to dance in front of everyone at my will at a previous dance, but not this time. Officially, he himself got the right to dance with the First Princess.

"Arthur was recognized. Arthur was admitted to it by everyone, not just because I wanted to dance. Arthur" So I've always been looking forward to today when I was officially allowed to dance.

"... does that mean I'm happy to be recognized...?

I'm a little behind on footsteps, proportional to the words you've spoken in horror.

I laugh and return, taking steps to relax and shake. Arthur, whose face still remains red, may be biting the fact that it was acknowledged by everyone. You may have forgotten because you danced once already, but it's amazing that you get the right to dance with the First Princess regardless of my will. It is not something that can be done without recognition by the people or by the royal family.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a knight so special to me?

I say it even though I think it's childish.

But that's about it, the dance with Arthur was special.

I heard Arthur honking his throat in my words. The blue eyes are opened and each one stands out with a red complexion and brilliant silver hair. Flow the center of gravity outward while firmly in combination with him and he will circle around to lead together. After all, the reflex nerve is a boulder.

Even though my chest is light, only the sound of my heart speeds up and makes me feel like I even bounce my turned body over and over again. I can't hide my happiness so much that my laughter just seems to mix and my face back to Arthur still makes me laugh wrinkles. If I realized it, I'd finally stop suppressing it and raise my bounced voice.

"Because Arthur, even though he is my proud knight!

I want to brag to the rest of the world.

Such a strong and gentle lovely man is my knight.

About this guy who stopped me from connecting over and over again trying to fall.

He's an amazing man, because he looks good, he's brave, he's a sweet knight, he's strong. I'm sure if you try to brag, you can do as much as you want. Because that's how much nicer a knight you are.

Reflect on Arthur, who further strengthens the bright red color, if his voice was a little too loud. It doesn't have to be until it sounds, but it could have reached the ears of some audience. Seems like Arthur was embarrassed, though I don't mind at all.

The song slowly descends towards the end. If I change my steps to that feeling, Arthur will come with me. As I proceeded around the floor to cut the wind, the wind pressure cooled Arthur's face.

Did Arthur also calm down as the tune calmed down? At the end of the day he gave me a lead again. "I..." lurks his voice and blurts, clearing his ears to whine. He was silent for a long time, drawing his reddish-fitting face closer to me as it snuggled up from body to body. Arthur chants out as he whispers in his ear as he steps together.

"I'm just happy enough that Lord Pride recognized me, even if I wasn't recognized all over the world................ for seven years now, all the time.

The breath of Arthur, who spoke, snorted his ears, and more than that, the joyful words warmed his breasts.

If you look back at the face that was brought closer to your ear, your reddish face is still so close that you can't see it. Capture only Arthur's mouth, which he was forced to tie after he finished saying it, and a deep pale, which is likely to be inhaled.

Arthur, who told me that being recognized by one was more than enough than a lot of praise, is, after all, a straight man who hasn't changed since we met. I'm happy, proud, and I can put my strength in the hand that goes with him if I'm aware of it. "Thank you" or "I'm glad" or even if I wanted to say that word, I could catch my throat. That's when I realize I'm going to cry a little.

I still can't believe that you can hang all these kind words. But it's Arthur, so I'm sure he meant it all.

The music stops quietly.

Arthur stopped on his feet to go with it, stopping perfectly while on the lead. A spare applause is sent to him, who brilliantly wraps up the last dance. We loosened the forces of our arms from each other, and now we're about a palm away from each other. To Arthur trying to keep the distance open slowly. I reach out to catch him.

Arthur raised and lowered his shoulder only for a moment in a hand that was suddenly stretched out of plan. Maybe he tried to avoid it reflexively. I also heard a slight chirp from the applause audience, weakening the cracking sound.

If I saw it as pinching Arthur's cheek, it would have pulled me away from me in the direction I was trying to attract before I applied my strength strongly. With a slightly cuckoo and thin motion, he tilts his head to bow and drops his hips off his knees as he goes with my back.

His cheeks lit up with tension, as had already been predicted, and he got hot. I apologize in my heart for putting up with it just one more time, knowing that I was going to let it get my attention again. And...

Blessings on your forehead.

"Welcome back, Arthur.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh The words I hung as soon as I let go of my lips were also hidden and only reached Arthur.

In the same token of the recapture a year ago, this time it was bright red because it was in the spotlight. It is also natural for the audience to flourish. Unlike previous recapture battles, it is an "admiration" in this official setting.

I shouted, "Arthur is wonderful!" It has a stronger meaning than shouting. If you make that Arthur, who has just become a saint knight, he also overheats. If it wasn't nobility that I was watching, I would surely have been loud and enthusiastic.

I relaxed my hand from his cheek after laughing a little sorry and bitter that I had made him spend most of his time boiled during the dance. Together, he wakes up his round back and steps away with the relieved look on his face.

"I've been waiting for you again and again.

Tighten Arthur's throat just a little to deliver it so he doesn't lose the explosion.

Arthur, who only gave me one loud blink back at the evidence that his voice had arrived, moved his mouth wide and nodded at me. Although I didn't hear it, I could see at a glance that the move answered yes.

I gently stroke his bound silver hair and put my hands down at that strong grin that gave me back. They both turned to the audience together after smiling back at me as hard as they could. I thank them for sending me an awesome drink whose hands are just broken at all costs. If I turned my attention to the Knights, they would all smile at Arthur and applaud me. Captain Column and Deputy Eric as well as the Knights were smiling at me. It was a good smile that Deputy Clark and Captain Alan seemed to have some great fun with.... Is it my fault that it looks slightly closer to Niyaniya?

"That concludes Her Royal Highness Princess Pride's dance party.

At the end of the day, the drink intensified.

Thank you just one last time and pull to the back of the floor as Arthur takes my hand. I kind of felt hotter than just now up to the temperature of my hand, and there was Arthur with a tight squeeze on my lips when I saw him. Return to an invisible position and keep your hands off each other.

The next thing I know, I'm talking about my mother. Return your heels if you don't keep going to the right position. Arthur looked back to make sure he was going back to his guests... and he was squatting.

"Ah... Arthur *"

What, lie, it's okay, I run over and keep my voice down so I don't make a scene.

Shake Arthur's shoulder as he stuck his face across his crouched arms, but he's not responding. As he tried to rush over worried about even the guard knight who was nearby, Arthur responded to the sound and raised his arm to signal that it was okay.

Good, he's not a stand-up glare or anything. But then Arthur, who didn't even look up, was squatting in his squatting arms. I listened and couldn't hear it well, but it was somewhat of a curse word low: "Seen... Clark..." "Teased again..." "Die, die..." Would it still have gotten too much attention? Apologize hastily as you mock his back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Arthur. A little too much."

"No, I'm so happy about that. I'm fine..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

A clear voice is emitted from Arthur, who has finally returned my reaction.

He kept his face buried as usual, but later raised his face for that response. Arthur bowed his head when he stood up, saying "I'm going back," even though he remained red because of the fever.

Don't worry about me as I am, or I dropped off Arthur's back leaving early enough before I also turned my heel back this time. If I walked over to the throne where my mothers were sitting, both Stiles and Tiara were already on the placement.

If I put it in place early as well, the decree from the anticipated declarant was released.

"It is the word of Her Majesty Queen Rosa Royal Ivy.

The large hall, which does not cool excitement, calms out as if it had struck water again.

After much attention, my mother slowly rose from the throne with majesty unleashed.

To make the last big wave sound, coloring today's celebration.