***
"What?"
Theodore asked, frowned.
Surprised, I didn't respond and turned around and ran outside. I ran and ran through the cold night air.
Tears welled up in my eyes. The stagnant tears fell down.
Eventually, I sat down on the floor and cried.
Ernst squatted down in front of me and handed me his handkerchief.
"Did something upset you? Who bothered you?"
The gentle consolation made me even more sad and cried louder.
Panic, Ernst immediately patted me on the shoulder.
Tired of crying, I rested my head on Ernst's shoulder and exhaled. As the crying and shortness of breath gradually subsided, there was the sound of rustling footsteps.
When I looked up, Theodore was there.
"...."
"...."
"....."
He looked at me and Ernst silently.
A similar situation happened a long time ago.
It was then that Theodore was angry with me for the first time.
[Why were you so angry at that time?]
[That time?]
[When I was with Ernst, you were angry.]
[Ah, that.]
When I asked about that day.
Theodore looked thoughtful for a moment, then burst into a smirk.
[I was jealous. You were alone with Ernst.]
[What? But Ernst is your brother?]
[I'll be mad when I see you alone with him in the future.]
[Are you suspicious of me and Ernst?]
[I'm not suspicious, I'm jealous. I am very jealous. So be careful, Yves.]
Saying so, Theodore kissed my cheek.
That was the first day I realized that jealousy was such a lovely emotion.
I remembered the conversation that day, and I was a little nervous.
Same place, same people, similar situation...
A suffocating silence passed.
Then Theodore just passed by as if he wasn't interested.
Oh, he didn't even get jealous anymore.
My heart sank coldly.
***
Theodore thought the thick-skinned woman would be in trouble today.
As of today, he hoped that Yves Llewellyn would leave. Otherwise, it was annoying to bring in rude women into the imperial palace.
He deliberately brought Sylvie, or something, whom he had called in the afternoon, into his bedroom instead of sending her home.
"Ah, Your Majesty... ? When can I go home..."
"Shut up."
For the past few days, Theodore has been extremely sensitive to Yves Llewellyn.
The woman who had looked shy when she visited the Imperial Palace during the day, now trembled with fear whenever his and her eyes met.
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