Princess Lyn: Fleeting Dreams 131 Princess Lyn And Prince Allen P1

Two and a half hours later

"Princess Lyn, lie down properly. Don't forget your manners. " Carlo exclaimed.

Manners? Forget it, "Leave me alone. My legs hurt. I don't know if a ghost possessed him, but I thought he would swallow me whole," Lyn sighed as she recalled what just happened.

Like her 'husband' who went ahead and abandoned the party 3/4 of the way suggested, she accepted the dance with Prince George. But he didn't stop at one, two or even three dances. Lyn long lost count of when the pain first started to appear in her legs, and how many melodies she heard.

When the Prince finally let her go, she could barely walk over here. Currently, she sat in the seating area they prepared for the 'elite of the elite guests,' she wondered what these people thought of her. Allen merely introduced her as his fiance, a Princess. He didn't even say which Kingdom. Of course, Lyn understood why. While she could attend this gathering as his fiance, without a veil to hide her face, her ident.i.ty as the Mist Kingdom current royal family Princess is something that should be kept a secret.

"Quick. The Prince is coming," it belonged to the wife of one of Allen's guards.

"Eh? Princess Lyn, quick posture. Your skirt, pull down your dress... Carlo, turn around."

"I know."

When Prince George peeked through the curtain, she was already sat up properly, her skirt down and showing no trace of the sloppy sitting from just now. "Princess Lyn, could I ask for one more dance? "

"Of course."

"Prince, please ask me for a dance too, " somebody asked. Yes, please ask this person and not her.

"I'm afraid I am leaving soon, that's why I wish to have my last dance with Princess Lyn."

Yes, please leave as quickly as possible. She is glad that he is not one of the guests staying in the manor tonight, she doesn't want to deal with him any more than necessary. To wake up and have to see him would be an awful experience for her. As foolish as he is, Lyn is glad that he won't get caught up in the mess that will occur later on the night.

"Are you tired of me already?"

"Oh. My, of course not," Lyn smiled. 'You are, in more ways than one,' Lyn silently said in her head. Keep calm and polite. The moment one loses their calm, the moment they cease to be a Princess. At least according to the lessons Pupillam and the General give her.

Before George could clasp hold of her hand, she feels the warmth of another. Lyn looked up to find Allen standing there, "Excuse me, if you don't mind. There is something I must discuss with my wife."

With those words said Allen pulled her away, and she turned back to meet George's gaze on her, but it was only for a moment before he turned to accept Auna's request. This man will probably go after any pretty face. If she keeps on rejecting him, eventually he will give up on her.

…...

In the end, Allen leads her to the seating area, unlike most seating areas, there was a wall that separated the seats, almost like a little room, giving privacy. Allen sat on the opposite side immediately, a cus.h.i.+on at his back.

"Didn't you say you were going to sleep?" Lyn asked. Didn't he leave earlier to go to his room? Why did he come back here?

"Yeah, I'm going to rest my eyes here for a bit."

"You're not going to sleep in the room comfortably?" rather judging from the time frame since he left, Lyn a.s.sumed that he was fast asleep in the room already. It turns out that's not the case here.

"It turned out like this."

There was no use trying to question what he meant since Allen closed his eyes quickly. Since he had his legs extended to the seat beside her, it prevented her from leaving. Lyn was fine with that until she hears the conversations of the ladies next to their s.p.a.ce.

"Previously I was a beautiful woman filled with life and energy, but now? Now things are different. This pale skin, this ghostly appearance, I feel like I will break.. Now I am a living ghost."

Her violet orb's light up. Oh, that's Natasha's poem. A famous poet from her mother's generation. She would love to join them and have a discussion. While she is shy when it came to meeting strangers, it's different when it came to people who shared the same hobby like her.

Lyn stood up but then recalled Allen's legs blocking the way. If she weren't wearing such a long gown, it would be far easier to jump over it. As the brunette thought of many ways in her had, she realized that all the methods she thought of would cause some form of injury, not without attention. It would be unfortunate to cause a fuss here since it would gather a lot of attention. This area is unusually quiet since many people are still dancing or doing deals in the ballroom. She doesn't want to interfere with his rest, with that thought in mind, Lyn sat back down, as she continued to listen to the voice of the woman speaking.

When she saw his shortness of breath and beads of sweat falling from his face, Lyn proceeded to loosen his tie, only to have Allen open his eyes and do it himself. "... Allen. .my legs. ."

"Just stay by my side, will you? "

He really is acting strange; those are words he would not usually say. Perhaps something happened during the hours she went making those threatening rounds? When she returned, she was still trying to calm herself down, the blood she took from s.h.i.+oka was as it should be deadly, so she didn't focus on him. Is he okay? He's been working really hard for her sake. Since then, no even long before then he's always been working towards being able to help her in any way. She knew it all too well, how much this man has sacrificed for her.

Right now he's overworked, so he could protect her, she hears that he cuts back on meals and sleep. Even if he does not tell her those details, the gossip of the maids and soldiers don't escape her ears. The attendants too, they talk about it in such detail all the time, that it would be difficult not to learn of it. He's working hard, and yet there she is, destroying his efforts with her actions.

Lyn wondered how he dealt with it, the commotion that came about when Fair wind was released, or her many solo live concerts afterward. Her singing has once again committed another sin. The voice she uses to express her feelings to her dearest person.

"In the past, I used to wear the best of clothes, live a life of luxury. People admired me; they respected me. I had everything. But now? I have nothing. I lost everything, I still live in the palace, but I no longer have anything. " The woman's voice seemed to echo through the small s.p.a.ce.

It was strangely pleasant to listen too. Lyn knew that there were many kinds of work out there. Some n.o.bles worked as official scribes and readers despite their n.o.ble status. There are those amongst the n.o.bility who find reading bothersome — those who don't bother learning despite having the resources to do so.

"Allen, were you serious earlier? You know, for me something like making love with another person isn't anything special, that's why I could easily bring up that topic with the heir. I can't marry you for real Allen since I really love Kazuya. I want to be with him forever. However, I want to leave something behind for you, " to her surprise when her little speech ended; she saw that Allen was wide awake.