Princess Lyn: Fleeting Dreams 215 A Letter For You

This feels a bit unusual. Rhys is so close to her and their hands... If Pupillam saw this sight, she would infinitely reprimand her. Lyn too was uncertain, but she wanted to learn from Rhys. If she appears in the Sound Kingdom with no knowledge of their language, won't she be an embarra.s.sment? After awhile Lyn wanted to give it a shot, so she suggested they write letters.

"Mmm...." As he scratched his head, Rhys grabbed the brush. He pondered for a while, but his pen slowly started to move. She was sure that he would begin to chat again, but instead, he actually seems to be writing.

'For somebody who was complaining earlier, he looks so focused,' Lyn thought.

He seems like he is putting a lot of thought into what he is writing. She wonders who this letter is for. Maybe he is writing something for his relatives? No, if she recalled correctly. He told her that he has no more relatives left.

Come to think of it even though they've spent so much time together. She really knows nothing about this person. Lyn did not understand how he lived his life till now, or what his friends were like. The more Lyn thought about it, the more frustrated she felt. Rhys seems to know everything about her, and he's always talking about her too.

Despite this, the two of them are very close. Lyn wonders why.

"Aren't you going to write one?"

Lyn realized that she hadn't written a single word yet. "Of course, I thought about who I wanted to write too first. "

Rhys responded with a chuckle. There's no way she can tell him that she was pondering about who he was writing the letter too. If Rhus were to know, then he would use it against her in some form. Lyn looked at Rhys seriously writing. Seeing him like this once in a while isn't too bad.

After writing in silence for a while, she hears Rhys curse.

"d.a.m.n, messed up."

"We still have plenty of paper left, so you can start over." Since she was thinking about his expression, the entire time - she ended up bringing quite the load. She brought western and eastern paper letter.

"Sorry I could I get some? I've always focussed on medical scriptures. So my writing style isn't the best."

"There are no problems. Allen's working a lot these days, so there are loads of extra paper."

"Better not ask him."

"Eh?"

"It just wouldn't feel right."

Lyn tilts her head in confusion as she questioned him. He merely chuckles again at her confused her expression. Lyn wonders what that's all about. But this is the first time she's met someone like this. Someone who focussed on writing healing spells the majority of his life, and thus only learned to write from imitation.

Even though he's supposedly a very smart, Lyn glanced over and noted the serious look on his face again although he was laughing not too long ago. She really wonders who the letter is for. He's really into it.

A sudden sharp pain appeared in her chest, and she blinked. Huh,? Why does she feel so bothered by it?

.....

She was a fast learner, and while her first letter was slow. Lyn wrote several letters to her father and eldest brother in the eastern language. The latter Lyn had to debate about. But figured that she might as well give it a shot.

"Hm, done," Rhys placed the letter in her hands, and Lyn turned to him puzzled, "Here's my love letter."

Despite her confusion, she accepts the letter without saying a word. Lyn examined it.

Rhys just said that he had not written in quite some time, but Lyn watched him write the entire time. His handwriting is so beautiful. The letters feel like they are dancing on the paper.

"Wait, don't open it."

Lyn looked at Rhys puzzled, and he looked away, "I did say it was a love letter, if you read it here it will embarra.s.s us."

"Ohh right," Lyn quickly put it away. But even so, you were writing so earnestly, so I was wondering whom this letter was for. I thought it was for somebody very important to you. And since you are used to being around women, and you're a player, a jerk. I thought that you would probably write to one of them. Whether you thought that does not matter, "Lyn didn't know what she was saying anymore. But she knew she was rambling on.

He says nothing in response to that and instead moves closer to her. Rhys turned her around, and he brushed his fingers across her cheeks, "Why are you crying?"

"I don't understand, I..."

"I think you like me."

"That's not it," Lyn exclaimed, but Rhys seemed pleased with her reaction.

"Wis.h.i.+ng for the happiness of the one you like isn't wrong. Lately, I've thought that I should back down, Kazuya is important to me too."

Lyn's eyes widened at his words, so that's why he's acting so strange these days.

"It is wrong!" she said after a few minutes of debating about it. That's right, it's wrong. His eyes went wide, clearly showing that he didn't expect that, "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do that. I know we should let the people we like to be happy if they find somebody else. But it would kill me inside. Even if we say those words, we will still feel pain. Doesn't it hurt? If you're not hurt at all, then do you really like me?"

Rhys frowned, "Of course I do, of course, I like you. I love you," he exclaimed, "But you're not mine Lyn, your Kazuya's."

Her eyes widened, ah...

Rhys stood up and lifted her up in his arms and placed her down onto the bed. He buried his face in her arms.

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"You know, ever since I was born, I never put my full effort into something. I figured it was because I just wasn't a serious person by nature."

"That's wrong, even if you don't look like your serious at times. You put in a lot of effort when it comes to improving your skills."

"Yeah."

Lyn catches on quickly. "But you think it would be a different story with relations.h.i.+ps?"

"Yes." This response caught her a bit off guard. Rhys is very much someone who likes to go with the flow, but he is also a very kind person.

Rhys continues, "The thing is, I'll admit it now. When I first saw you, I didn't intend to take you seriously. I only intended to screw around. That's what I've been doing my whole life, messing with people and tricking them. I was raised badly, even though I had the choice to walk another path. But you know what? This was all an excuse; this is just a sign of weakness."

Weakness?