Ask Away, Your Majesty - Chapter 14
“Why wouldn’t I be sure? All that would be your responsibility.”
As Kyle signed papers with a pen, Pico clenched his teeth and shook his fist. When Kyle glanced up, he stretched his neck upward like a yawn.
“And don’t tell that mage that I turned into a golden retriever.”
“Why not? If she knows what kind of dog you turned into, she might be able to make your next potion with a little more care. Understanding the difference between large and small breeds might help, right?”
“There’s no need for her to pay more attention. This should be enough. And how can I trust that woman if I tell her what kind of dog I turn into?”
“Oh, come on. Miss Mage didn’t seem like she’d do anything to you. She did call you a fake Archduke, but…”
Kyre’s expression turned abruptly cold at the mention of being called a ‘fake Archduke.’ Sensing the chill, Pico tightly pressed his lips together before quickly speaking again.
Kyle’s expression turned abruptly cold at the mention of being called a ‘fake Archduke.’ Sensing the chill, Pico tightly pressed his lips together before quickly speaking again.
“Of course. I’ll keep my mouth shut. I definitely won’t mention it to the sorceress.”
Knock, knock.
Kyle furrowed his brow at the sound of someone daring to knock on the door of his study. He had given clear instruction that no one was allowed inside unless he called for them. Considering that this person had the audacity to interrupt him at this late hour, he had a feeling he knew who it was.
At this point, Pico was just glad for a visit. It would spare him from Kyle’s icy glare.
When Kyle gestured towards the door, Pico scurried over and opened it. A huge smile spread across his face as he silently thanked whoever it was that had saved him.
“Hello, beautiful Princess Angel.”
In the doorway stood a woman in a colorful dress. The woman called Angel smiled brightly and extended her hand to Pico, which he then lightly kissed in greeting.
“Pico, you always know how to make people feel special.”
“Yes. Everyone says that to me. Except for one person.”
Pico glanced briefly at Kyle. But Kyle, engrossed in sorting through piles of papers, didn’t even lift his head.
Seeing this, Angel lifted the hem of her lavish dress and approached Kyle’s desk.
“Ky.”
“Kyle.”
Kyle’s spoken name vibrated briefly in a low tone. Angel adjusted her address from ‘Ky’ to ‘Kyle’ as a way to address him.
Still not looking at her, Angel persisted with a smirk on her lips.
“I used to call you ‘Ky’ when we were young. Why can’t I call you that anymore?”
“I’ve said it several times. Now that I’m no longer a child, don’t call me ‘Ky’ when I’ve repeatedly told you to call me ‘Kyle.’ This is my final warning.”
Feeling the chill in the air, Pico cleared his throat deliberately. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”
As Pico left the study, only the sound of Kyle’s pen moving across the paper could be heard inside the room. Angel, who had been hoping for Kyle’s attention, stepped closer to him. She changed her smirk into a bright smile, infusing her voice with a playful tone as she coaxed him.
Finally, Kyle raised his head to look at her.
“Okay, Kyle, could you please take a look at thi—”
Angel took a step back to ensure Kyle had a good look at her. Her vivid emerald silk dress cascaded widely below her slender waist.
“How does it look? It’s a gift from Queen Arina.”
“When will you return to Ludwien? It feels like you’ve been staying in the palace for over two months.”
“Why? Do you wish for me to return to Ludwien? Everyone else says they’re glad I’m here, but only you…!”
Kyle crossed his arms and glared at Angel.
With her pink-tinged red locks and crimson eyes that seemed captivating and enchanting to anyone, anyone could tell that Angel was beautiful.
It was Queen Arina who regularly invited Angel to Astum palace. It was only when her husband, the Emperor Tyr, began to deteriorate in health that Arina began to invite Angel to stay for several months at a time. And Angel had never once refused her invitations and favors.
“Angel, I have no intention of marrying you, so don’t bother trying.”
“…Everyone is hoping for our marriage.”
“Unfortunately, I’m not a part of that ‘everyone.'”
