“Good morning, Chelsea.”
“Good morning…….”
When I finished getting ready and left the room, for some reason, Lord Solomon was waiting for me.
I was a little late getting up because I was nervous and couldn’t sleep, but how long had you been here?
“You look lovely this morning.”
With a sweet smile, he offered me a flower that looked like something I had seen somewhere before.
“Thank you…….”
After receiving a single rose, beautifully decorated with a ribbon, I was left speechless.
It’s not something I’ve seen before.
Just the other day, I received a bouquet of flowers, but I didn’t know how to keep them, so I had a family meeting and decided to use them as dried flowers.
(Why the royal rose again!)
“Um, this is the …… royal rose, right?”
My voice trembled with upset.
Why does this person present a rose from the royal family’s treasured collection every time? Or rather, what is that casualness?
“I thought it would be better to get something special for Chelsea, so I went to get it this morning.”
Even though he is the nephew of His Majesty the King, he is in and out of the castle too frequently.
And it is time to forbid picking roses. As it is, the royal roses will be rounded up because of Lord Solomon.
Also, I am wondering if he is sleeping properly.
The Duke of Beardsley’s townhouse is in a prime location in King’s Landing, but it does not stand next to the castle.
If they had gone and returned by this time, the departure would be calculated to be left early in the morning.
“Did you sleep okay?”
Lord Solomon looked batty and averted his gaze.
“……I was excited and so nervous when I thought you were sleeping next to me.”
He could not sleep because of my noises and presence.
I still feel that for both our sakes, I should move to another room.
But as if my heart was heard, Lord Solomon said, “please Don’t leave.”
“I can’t sleep because I’m more anxious to be away from you.”
“I’m sorry, but ……”
“Plus, I’m actually quite strong. In fact, I’m in top condition right now.”
Even so, not being able to sleep is a hindrance.
Your body must be tired, just because you are feeling uplifted after an all-nighter.
(If you look closely, your eyes are a little red.)
Reach for Lord Solomon’s eyes.
When I gently touched him, he snapped out of it and froze.
“I’m glad you sent flowers, but please take a good rest. I am worried about your health.”
“I’m ……!”
Solomon’s face turned red as if boiling over.
“And if you could give me a gift, even a small wildflower would make me happy…… Lord Solomon?”
So please stop picking the royal roses, I was about to continue, but my words were cut short.
I looked at Lord Solomon and was stunned.
“Hair and eyes……”
“Huh?”
While Master Solomon’s face is reddening, his hair and eyes have somehow changed color.
It is the same black color that I saw the other day in the garden.
“Master Solomon, hide!”
Coming back to myself, I hurriedly pushed Master Solomon back.
His parents and some of his entourage may know him, but some of his servants may not know this figure of his.
“Hiding……”
(Why are you looking at my skirt!)
Red-faced Master Solomon glanced at my skirt.
I was only let in that time because I had no choice, and my skirt is not an emergency shelter.
“Please return to your rooms!”
I pushed him back to the front of Lord Solomon’s room next door and pushed him inside.
“Would you like to call your parents?”
Through the door, he speaks in a whisper, sneaking around.
“No, I’m fine. I’ll take care of it on my own.”
“Can I help you with anything?”
“help me!?”
What are you so surprised about? I just wondered if I should arrange for water, towels, or hot water, since they will probably be exercising and sweating in order to release their magic power.
“That was unnecessary. Forget it. I’m away.”
“Chelsea!“
“Yes?“
“If you don’t mind, can I borrow that …… Your handkerchief?”
“Handkerchief?”
“No, it’s okay! It’s weird, yeah. Sorry…….”
“No, I don’t. If you don’t mind, here you go.”
He opens the door a little and hands over a handkerchief.
I feel that a larger cloth would be better for wiping sweat, but if the person in question is okay with that, then I guess it’s okay.
“But you’ll get it dirty. ……?”
He seems hesitant to say anything, but his hand is firmly grasping my handkerchief.
“I give it to you, so please use as you like.”
You shouldn’t have to worry about it, because the proper use of a handkerchief is to wipe sweat.
I knew Lord Solomon would not be convinced by that, so I decided to give it to him.
Master Solomon gently pressed a handkerchief held in both hands against his nose, as he had done the other day when he had a nosebleed.
Inhaling deeply, his dark eyes melted into a prodigal expression.
He is quite a sight for sore eyes as he squints raptly at me with his upturned red face.
I felt like I was watching something I shouldn’t, partly because he was breathing so hard.
“Chelsea…...”
“I’m going ahead of you!”
I was almost hit by the spectacular sex appeal and I hurriedly closed the door.
Seeing me staggering unsteadily on my feet, the Duchess came running up to me.
“Chelsea! What’s wrong, are you sick?”
“No.”
“But your face is red. Don’t you have a fever?”
“I’m not feeling too bad. ……”
The duchess blinked lightly as she spoke.
“Perhaps, Solomon?”
“Yes, He is waiting for dawn in his room…….”
I can’t say that my eyes and hair have turned black, I tried to use a metaphor and failed.
It’s worse than the poems I wrote as an adolescent.
It’s Painful.
The only saving grace is that the Duchess seems to have gotten the message of my intentions.
With a look of surprise on her face, she mutters, “Again?”
I muttered.
“It hasn’t even been half a month since the evening party.”
Is this not a symptom that frequently falls into this category? Certainly if it were high frequency, it could not have been kept secret for twenty-five years.
(I guess I’m not feeling well. Maybe I should have stayed with him after all.)
I’m getting worried.
The Duchess smiles to quiet me, as if my anxiety was showing on my face.
“Solomon is fine. I’ll discuss it with my husband later, so don’t look at me like that.”
“Yes……..”
“More importantly, Chelsea.”
“Yes?”
She grabbed me firmly by both shoulders.
She was pressed close with a serious look on her face and rolled her eyes.
“Didn’t Solomon do something to you? Wasn’t he the one who did that terrible thing to you when you were wandering around earlier?”
“Awful thing …… to do? No.”
“Really? Please be honest with me.”
I shake my head, overwhelmed by the Duchess’s devilishness.
I want to run away, but I have to deny it properly for the sake of Lord Solomon’s honor.
“In fact, I received some roses.”
I finally remember the rose and look at my clenched hand.
The ribbons are bent and crumpled, but the flowers are somehow intact.
“You gave him another royal rose. …… It’s heavy, even for my son.”
“Huh?”
“It’s nothing. But more importantly, you didn’t take anything in exchange for the rose, did you?”
“I just gave him a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. Nothing else.”
“Chelsea’s handkerchief….”
The Duchess looked in the direction of Lord Solomon’s room and then dropped her shoulders.
She let out a weary sigh.
“I’m sorry, Chelsea. Can you give up the handkerchief so I can send you a replacement?”
“Well, um, I didn’t lend it to you, I gave it to you, so please don’t worry about it.”
“I’m so sorry that my son was like that. Please don’t abandon him.”
It’s not a quandary to say that you’re not picking up anything, not even abandoning it.
Reading the mood, I tried to avoid the question, and the only laugh that echoed in the room was my dry laughter.
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