“She's already caught. She isn't even able to move around."
At the muttering of her nephew, which somehow sounded desperate, the Marquise of Vaslaine was freaked out.
Since the past, there have been endless people around Isidor, and he, who had an advantage in those relationships, he has never been in a position to cry about.
'He's not even a flower, but how can bees and butterflies entangle with him.'
He hides it well now, but when he was young, Isidor looked at the people around him with an expression like looking at a flying bug.
My father, the former duke, habitually said that Isidor was the most Visconti-like when he saw Isidor who was indifferent and cold-hearted.
I never imagined that my nephew, who seems not to be particularly interested in emotional communication, even if he interacted with others according to his needs, burns his heart out because of one young girl.
For some reason, the Marquise was pleased with such a change.
"If you like her so much, try to hold her tight. Objectively, you're really handsome."
At his aunt's playful advice, Isidore smiled softly and poured the champagne into his mouth.
After a while, when the princess, the main character of the party, appeared in the banquet hall, Isidor persistently looked at the princess as he has always done.
Seeing that he could not take his eyes off of her for even a moment, the Marquise stuck out her tongue.
"The princess is beautiful, but why don't you keep your dignity since you're a duke now. By the way, our Visconti bloodline is famous for being high-spirited and arrogant from generation to generation ...."
"... As my aunt said, she looks more beautiful today."
Isidor, who had picked out only the thing he liked to hear, went straight to the princess who wore a cold atmosphere.
As soon as the princess, who had been standing bluntly made eye contact with Isidor, she curled her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
'How do I get so thirsty every time?'
In an instant, Isidor thought about biting the red lips of the princess, who had a faint smile on her face. At the same time, the dizzy sensation he felt when his lips touched her body came to mind.
The suffocating feeling that came up when the soft flesh texture and the body temperature were perfectly intertwined.
"Why do you look like that?"
"It's amazing that it can be better than before."
"… Sometimes you're too straightforward."
"I endured it a lot."
"What the hell have you endured?"
Yesterday, Isidor was not ready for anything, but for a moment he almost offered her to live together.
When the princess asked to invite her to Visconti Castle, he thought about standing with her on the castle watchtower overlooking the sea.
It was fortunate that the princess could not hear it. He didn't want to talk about it lightly.
"Anyway, I endured a lot."
"I know you endured a lot that day, but at least you say what you wanted to say."
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