Forsaken Princess’s Secret Bedroom 132
The Forsaken Princess’s Secret Bedroom chapter 132

why i avoided you
Meanwhile, Almondite was dating Celine.
It seems that Llewelyn is avoiding herself these days. Why are you avoiding it? After much deliberation, he arrived at Celine’s house.
Seeing Almondite, who had come to find the answer, Celine smiled broadly and then smiled the victor’s smile.
“Llewellyn will have a lot to think about, too.”
Celine said while fiddling with her hair. She seemed quite happy that Almondite had bent over to her for Llewelyn.
“And it wasn’t the peacock who pushed it away, was it?”
Almondite didn’t respond for a moment to Celine’s comments.
Celine was delicate and sharp. From a certain moment on, Llewelyn looked at Almondite and became anxious, as well as avoiding seeing his face.
Also, Almondite, who was anxious because Llewelyn was avoiding it, was also funny. It’s not a push and pull between lovers, it’s true. What does this mean?
“So the Count, the Count doesn’t even know why.”
“I do not know.”
Celine grinned. In fact, I didn’t even know why Llewellyn was doing this.
Llewelyn didn’t say, but Celine, who was well informed, knew that Almondite’s father had been arrested.
Perhaps the person incarcerated was Tristan Jayad. He was a companion of Queen Delphina, and it was certain that a member of the House of Representatives often came and went.
Celine, too, at first thought the duke was dead. But seeing the legislators constantly visiting, it seemed to be alive.
“Duke, don’t you wonder what your father is like?”
“father?”
That was Celine’s hint. If Llewelyn avoids Almondite, this is the only reason. He had to give Almondite time to accept the matter.
Presumptuous, Celine was convinced that Almondite would not leave Llewelyn’s side over this.
“Why that person all of a sudden?”
Almondite had a nervous tone, as if he was in a bad mood. There was cynicism on his face.
“What is he doing now?”
“You are coming to Brygent. I thought he might contact me, but he wasn’t that brazen.”
“Can’t you already be here?”
“I have information. Where are you?”
“well… … .”
Celine smiled. Almondite seemed to realize the situation only then.
“Llewellyn seems to be with her.”
“… … .”
“So you were avoiding me. The reason I ran away… … Did that person even die?”
Exactly what Celine was thinking, Almondite sharpened her teeth. As Celine expected, he didn’t seem to have the slightest love for his father.
Celine was not surprised. Because she did too.
“Hey, aren’t you paying too much?”
“It’s nothing to be angry about.”
“… … .”
“Yeah, he couldn’t have left her. Tristan Jayad had a reason to bring her.”
Almondite stroked his chin. It must have been Tristan Jayad who held his father in custody. Those facts were never pleasant.
However, is Llewelyn a person who cannot be trusted so much?
“Unchanged… … under… … . Fell kinder.”
He lamented softly as he thought of Llewelyn’s soft corners.
*
Llewelyn watched the Duke of Brion’s campaign from the entrance of the capital city gate.
Llewelyn and Joanna were standing side by side, and Bastian was talking to Duke of Brion what to say.
Llewelyn looked straight into the faces of the soldiers. They are the ones who go to war for their own sake. Now they will join forces on the border and wage war against Thessaly.
Some will lose their lives. The guilt felt heavy. Llewelyn looked at the young people and thought hard about the cause.
She was the princess of Brygent, and all the people of Thessaly, including Alpheus, insulted her.
That was enough. A cold sweat was forming on Llewelyn’s forehead as she thought that way.
“I will set the example for the Thessalians, who insulted the Princess and Brygent!”
As the mastermind of Brygent, the Duke of Brion was majestic. He bowed down to the king and princess and commanded the soldiers.
He was riding a horse and was full of energy.
The Duke of Brion seemed really excited. Although Bastian and Pamela enjoyed power, they were unable to wage a single war, and finally achieved what they wanted.
Watching the troops slowly passing through the gates, Llewelyn looked at Joanna.
Joanna had a surprisingly calm expression on her face. It was slightly dizzy, but Llewelyn struggled to come to her senses and asked.
“Aren’t you worried, Joanna?”
“it’s okay.”
She continued, answering in a plain tone.
“Anyway, Father will win.”
There was a strong trust in those words. After all, she didn’t wait once or twice for her father to go out. In that respect, Joanna was strong.
“And, I feel relieved because my father has gone.”
“Are you feeling sad?”
“Because I won’t make any painful proposals anymore.”
“Awkward proposition?”
Joanna said with a bitter smile.
“Did the princess know? My father wanted me to marry Sir Jayad.”
Joanna said, adding that it was a nonsensical joke. It was the first time she had heard of it.
Llewelyn looked at her with her eyes wide open, and Joanna smiled.
“Of course, I was against it. How can I marry the princess’s lover?”
“… … .”
Tristan never said that. Llewelyn made a puzzled expression and then raised her eyebrows slightly. Sweat was dripping down the corners of his eyes. Then I saw it was a bit cold.
“It was.”
“Perhaps Lord Jayad refused right away and didn’t say anything.”
Joanna gently wrapped Tristan around in case Llewelyn might get angry with Tristan.
“Really, Princess. When do you pick a maid?”
Bondi Llewelyn said last winter that she would hire a maid. All the children of the nobles were excited about the topic.
Now they were desperate to stand by Llewelyn’s side. However, Llewelyn did not actively act to recruit.
“Not yet.”
“yet?”
“When everything is sorted out, I put it off to pick it up then.”
“Care? Do you have anything left to organize?”
“Yes.”
Llewelyn glanced at the other side. For a moment, Joanna felt as if Llewelyn was looking at Bastian.
no way? Llewelyn was grabbing her head as Joanna turned her head back to Llewelyn.
“Princess!”
“it’s okay.”
Llewelyn stumbled. A cold sweat was running down her forehead.
“Llewellyn?!”
Llewelyn’s heart pounded as Bastian shouted. Llewelyn collapsed with her eyes closed.
*
Bastian looked down at Llewelyn lying on the bed. She was in a cold sweat and looked sick. Llewelyn’s cheeks burned red.
“Le, Llewellyn.”
Bastian, who was sitting next to the bed, was anxiously holding Llewelyn’s hand. Seeing that desperate figure, the maids cried out.
Then I heard a knock on the door. Bastian turned his head and the maid announced the door.
“Hey, Prince Biserk… … .”
“Llewelyn needs to rest. Tell him to leave.”
“However… … Your Majesty the Duke… … .”
Bastian stared at her coldly at the maid’s words. Looking into the dark blue eyes, the maid was startled.
“Llewellyn is very merciful. I mean, overcoming your rudeness.”
“… … .”
“Who dares to answer the king’s orders?”
The maid bowed her head. Her ears were burning bright red.
“Get out now!”
The maid quickly went out, fearing another bad command would fall. The weak face of the king disappeared, leaving only a sharp face. Bastian looked at Llewelyn anxiously.
“Llewellyn. I gave you everything you wanted, so why the hell are you in pain?”
Bastian gently wiped Llewelyn’s forehead. Those blue eyes were dyed into the depths of the water. As he looked at Llewelyn’s flushed cheeks and lips, he thought of that time.
The way he greeted him with the man hidden in the bedroom was brilliant.
“Llewellyn… … .”
Bastian’s face contorted. He reached out to Llewelyn with a scorching expression. He grabbed her chin with a demon-like face, and brought his own to Llewelyn’s.
It doesn’t matter if you spread it and get sick. Bastian realized again. I couldn’t stand it any longer.
Still, why can’t we kiss?
It is not right to kiss the fallen Llewelyn.
Bastian thought so and regretted his actions. However, the monster within him began to giggle.
Then his face changed.
Bastian lusted after the lips of a woman he had never thought of as his brother.
Her lover is standing outside the room, and she is kissing her like this. I felt a low-key pleasure. The monster inside the Bastian began to growl with satisfaction.
He couldn’t stop now.
*
Almondite was unable to meet Llewelyn. He stared at the door and walked down the hallway. He said looking at Tristan walking from the other side.
“I can’t meet Llewelyn right now.”
“what do you mean?”
“Your Majesty did not permit the audience.”
“… … Is that so?”
Tristan nodded and walked past Almondite to Llewelyn’s room.
‘That child… … .’
Almondite was stunned. At the very least, what do you mean by this?
“This is Tristan Jayad.”
Tristan knocked and revealed her affiliation. And there was no answer from the door for a long time.
“I say… … .”
The door swung open and Tristan entered. Almondite looked at the door as if in awe. His lips rose to one side. it wasn’t
Tristan Jayad and not himself?
Almondite recalled the existence of Bastian, who was guarding Llewelyn’s side. His eyebrows gathered and then loosened.
*
Returning to the mansion, Almondite frowned upon receiving the butler’s report. Frostbite of anger hung in his turquoise eyes. The cool facial features that lost their smile looked like they were carved out of ice.
Almondite staggered and quickly walked towards the room the butler had led.
Almondite hurriedly opened the door and entered the room with a frown on his face. The man was a filthy mourner.
Almondite’s eyes fluttered empty, the sleeves that should have been arms. The man lost an arm. Almondite’s eyes narrowed.
“What is this?”
“… … Alman.”
The man looked at his son with a tired expression. The slightest warmth remained on his son, Almondite’s face.
“I asked what was going on. Why did you have your arm cut off?”
“I heard that Delfina-sama has returned.”
Joel looked up at his son with a desperate expression. The son has always been nice. Although he grumbled, he listened to what he wanted. It will be no different this time.
“War must be stopped.”
“… … .”
“The war between Thessaly and Brygent… … .”
“Are you here just to say that?”
Almondite’s voice was fresh.
The Forsaken Princess’s Secret Bedroom chapter 132

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