(MTL) It seems that the fiancée who is in love will be turned into a villainess

chapter 35

3. Your name is [Elizabeth point of view]

　His Highness Vincent told me of his love.
　Unfortunately, I was unable to give you an answer. And even now, I can't even see His Highness Vincent's face.
　Because when I see your face... No, just remembering it brings back memories of that day.
　
　He said he likes it.
　The moment made no sense. What do you like, flowers?
　However, His Highness Vincent told me as if he had seen through my heart. He wants to be your lover.
　It was the first time I realized what kind of feelings I had towards His Highness.
　
"I wonder what it means..."
　
　Lie down on the bed and bury your face in the pillow. The soft and fluffy texture will heal your turbulent heart. The pounding beat of her heart echoes throughout her body.
　
　――I also admire His Highness Vincent.
　
　Before I could say that word, I lost my waist and returned home with the maid in my arms. ...and it's been like this ever since.
　I myself think it's really late, but His Highness Vincent is a perfect person. Being next to him, his kindness and consideration, his smile that can't help but attract those who see him, and seeing such things up close, I was able to maintain my composure. It was an incredible insensitivity.
　But that insensitivity was destroyed by none other than His Highness Vincent.
　
　I once told my friends how wonderful Prince Vincent was. It's embarrassing to think about what the people who were nodding their heads were thinking in their hearts.

"Ah... I'm sure everyone will notice my feelings...!"

　Hit the bed with your toes.
　Considering that I can't get close to His Highness Vincent ever since he confessed to me, everyone always stays by my side. He told me that I should take my time and face my feelings and say it when the time comes.
　But don't take it easy. With this, she can't even stand next to her Highness as the Crown Princess.
　As the Crown Princess, next door――
　
"...!!"
　
　Harold-sama and Margaret-sama's engagement party. The image of His Highness Vincent, who was dressed in formal attire that day, revives in my mind like a flash of lightning.
　His Highness was surprised when I told him that I wanted to walk with him, but he kindly nodded with a smile.
　As soon as that scene replayed in my head, all the strength in my body went out and I went to bed.
　
　It's really, really pathetic, but it's not a joke or a metaphor, I can't even stand. Embarrassment, apology, surprises about yourself, and all sorts of other things rush in, and you can't follow the commands to your body.
　
　If this is what love is, I wonder if my first love came too early...
　
　But once you realize it, you can't undo it. Her heart is still pounding.
　I devised a breakthrough plan.
　
　In order to maintain the same level of composure even when facing His Highness Vincent, I must first get used to it.
　That's right, let's ask the painter who comes and goes to draw a portrait of His Highness. It's small and portable...hah! That's why His Highness once said that he had a portrait of me in his pocket watch.
　As expected of a talented and respected person, her love for me is already under control. And he gave me some hints beforehand.
　
　...love for me.
　Thinking to myself, I can feel my face getting hot again.
　If His Highness also has this kind of feeling towards me, then it's... how sweet and sour, it's a happy thing.
　
“I really want to talk to His Highness Vincent.”
　
　When I called out my name, my heartbeat throbbed again.
　It's like you've become a heart yourself. Painful heart palpitations make my chest hurt. However, if you don't overcome this, you can't say you're a woman worthy of her Highness!
　
　If you don't have a portrait, just use your memory.
　Until this heartbeat has calmed down, think of Prince Vincent in the Hundred or Thousand Hours.
　
　I made up my mind.
　Close your eyes and draw Prince Vincent on the back of your eyelids. Her flaxen hair fluttering in the wind, her softly squinting eyes are a blue of compassion...
　
　Heart-pounding.
　--- Ka, Ka.
　Heart-pounding.
　――Katsu, …… Katsun.
　
"Oh……?"
　
　I woke up when I heard a strange sound between my heartbeats.
　If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of tapping on the glass from the window. I thought it was the branches of a tree swaying in the wind, but it was a regular, determined rhythm.
　
　Gently approach the window and turn up the curtain.
　I raised my voice.
　
　A dragon was there.
　
　Only about the size of a cat, he's probably still a juvenile—but his claws are sharp, and the fangs peeking out of his mouth also indicate he's a sufficient threat to humans.
　Looking at me, the body covered in jet-black scales shivered, and the dragon gleefully rubbed its forehead against the window glass.
　
　Originally, the guards should be called.
　Dragons are an extinct race. If revived, it will destroy the city, burn the forest, and destroy the country with overwhelming magical power.
　
　But for some reason, I couldn't believe that this baby dragon was a mythical existence.
　There is no hostility in the eyes that seem to condense the darkness. Rather, what is included in it is something like yearning.

"... Mr. Lars?"

　The name that suddenly crossed my mind popped out of my mouth.
　
　The voice seemed to reach through the window. The dragon let out a cute cry.