The principality of Bertino
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There was a sudden silence in the carriage.
It was because of Juliet's blatant declaration of not worrying because she had no intention of going for him, and the silence created by Killian, who was embarrassed to realize that he had thought too far ahead.
Whether the heavy silence devoured the carriage or not, Juliet, who just hung in her head with the words "If the prince wishes, you must act immediately", reached into her dress, looking at the prince's gaze, and carefully pulled out a glass bottle worth an expensive ransom.
The prince's expression, upon seeing the glass bottle in a rough pocket made from a horrible brown dress, frowned, but he could not say anything.
Afraid of being tormented again, Juliet moved as carefully as possible in her prey mood in front of the beast, once again preparing tea in an extra cup and then politely pushing it towards the Prince.
Juliet breathed a sigh of relief only to see the prince drinking tea with a sour expression on his face.
She was lost in that stuffy, cramped environment where she might have to travel in a carriage with the prince for three weeks.
Hoping that such an unfortunate event would not happen, Juliet prayed with all her heart for Jeff's speedy recovery.
It was time for Juliet, who prayed for a speedy recovery with a heart more devoted than cursing Manny, to look out the window smashed in the corner as much as possible, wary of eye contact with her demanding employer, even by mistake.
“It’s very clear.
Lower the curtains.”
‘Ugh, this nasty person’
, Juliet grumbled, thinking
‘Everything I do is obviously not what the Prince likes’
and looked at his face with all her might.
After lowering the window curtain, which was the only refuge in this prison with a dark interior blocked by sunlight, she held her breath.
In the suffocating atmosphere, she swallowed a curse and carefully breathed in and out, but there was a sarcastic comment from the mysterious prince.
“If you have no intention of showing your breasts to me, button them.”
She had unbuttoned the two front buttons to put on the glass bottle and was going to button them again, but she forgot to do so.
She thought of it at that moment, put the glass bottle back around her neck and buttoned it up as if to show off.
‘Why did you behave so meticulously even though it was difficult to see my breasts even though I released two buttons on the dress?’
But then the question of the prince fell on Juliet's head, who was pouting.
“Is it genetic to have such a dark face?”
Killian asked what he was curious about, pretending not to see her tiny buttonhole-sized eyes staring at him secretly over her thick glasses, as if she didn't like him.
His judgment was exceptionally generous, because such an appearance was much better than those stupid girls who were smitten and drooled over him as if they were looking at delicious food.
Julieta applied the metum fruit juice from her face to her neck so that there was no difference in color, but she left her hands free.
It was useless to apply the juice to what was hidden under his clothes, and his hands needed to touch water every now and then.
The Prince's question was something people always asked themselves when they looked at their white hands, so Juliet was able to respond matter-of-factly that she had a skin problem.
“When I was a kid I had terrible pain after eating the wrong food and my skin has been like this ever since I got a rash on my face.”
The maid in front of him was amazing, but he wasn't interested for long.
It took a while for Killian, who had been painfully examining the documents for a long time, to look up to get some rest from his stiff neck and legs.
When the tension eased, Julieta, who had been dozing off in the silent environment and tiredness without realizing it, woke up with a start.
If she was caught napping, she would be reprimanded.
She pretended not to have slept and looked at the prince with shining eyes, but he shook his thin legs as he slowly leaned over the seat.
“I've been sitting here for a long time and my legs are numb.
If I had Jeff, he would have given me a massage before I could tell him.
Because of someone, Jeff is not close to me now, so the person directly involved must take responsibility, right?”
Juliet raised her head to see the Prince, who reprimanded her, knowing that if he asked for a massage, it would be given.
However, as soon as she met his gaze, she lowered her eyes.
After bringing her hands to his leg as politely as possible, Julieta began to massage as hard as she could with her fingers.
“I said my legs.
I didn’t tell you to give my ankle a massage.”
For five minutes, she could go no higher than that, and only massaged her ankles, the Prince's laughter fell upon her.
Juliet, who forced her hands to reach her calves, used all the strength she could muster as much as possible, as if for revenge.
In contrast to his intentions, Killian closed his eyes satisfyingly, feeling the coolness as his tense muscles were loosened.
“Now that everything is ok, massage my thighs.”
Juliet's hands went up at the Prince's command.
“Go higher.”
“Where do you mean above?”
Killian, who pretended not to know and placed Juliet's hands that refused to go beyond her knees in the middle of her thighs, closed his eyes again and ordered.
“Don't pinch, give a strong massage.
Up, up, up, more.”
Juliet, who wanted to give a banana in her hand to the Prince who asked for more, once again engraved “The order must be made immediately” in her head and began to play it as far as she could.
As she rubbed his strong thighs, the prince exhaled normally, although he had already fallen asleep.
When Juliet, finally freed from hard work, gently removed her hands, the ghostly-eyed prince ordered her to continue in a sleepy voice.
Just as Juliet's sighs became louder and louder because of the prince's order to continue, and her hands were about to fall off, he fell asleep and the carriage finally stopped.
“Your Highness, we arrived at the dormitory today…”
Sir Albert, who was preparing to climb into the carriage by opening the door, was perplexed to see the maid massaging the prince's thigh.
“Are we there?”
Whether the carriage stopped or not, Killian, who left his thigh in Juliet's hands, looked indifferently at Sir Albert, whose eyes were about to pop out in astonishment.
“What?
Yes, yes… Your Highness.”
“You answer me once, and I understand.”
If he couldn't even see Sir Albert's perplexed image, Killian lowered the legs he had placed on the other seat, stretched, and gracefully got out of the carriage.
“Is that an inn?”
“Yes your Majesty.”
Sa-chan
Sa-chan
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