My Charlotte Hates Me

Chapter 109: Life Without You (Eli)

Within just a few years, my voice dropped and my body grew several inches. Before I knew it, I could see the top of Charlotte's head. When I was young, she always appeared so much taller than me. Now that I realize it, Charlotte is not especially tall. Rather, she is average or even slightly shorter than average height. Her womanly proportions just make her appear as if she has longer legs than she does.

I thought the heat of my love for Charlotte would eventually cool down with age. If anything, I lust for her even more. My eyes cannot help but wander to places where she might be and nights are especially lonely. In my dreams, I would succumb to my beastly desires and...Although I try not to be a pervert, my inner desires always betray my efforts.

I think it is strange that Charlotte only becomes more beautiful with each passing year. She has not changed at all in the years I have known her. Her skin remains glassy without a single wrinkle, and her hair continues to shine with its usual luster. It is as if the God of Time has favored her and given her everlasting beauty. Only she is blind to her beauty. She retains a childlike ignorance. Unbeknownst to her, she ignores the gazes and advances of other men and lives without much thought and unknowingly entices the opposite sex.

Although I am happy that she does not care for other men, I just wish she were aware of my feelings towards her. I have tried making my feelings more apparent by giving her roses and buying her dresses. I have even flat-out confessed my feelings towards her, but nothing seems to work. She still thinks of me as a child despite becoming marriageable age myself.

I even went to her parents and spoke of my intentions in wanting to court her to become my Queen.

Her family responded to me and pitied my position.

"We would be thrilled to have our daughter pursued by Your Highness, but Charlotte does not have an ounce of romance in her," Viscount Castile spoke.

Even he was disappointed with Charlotte's lack of interest in romance...

"Maybe the problem lies with me?" I asked myself.

"Your Highness?" Sir Evan said.

Sir Evan, much like Charlotte, has taken care of me ever since I was young and has become someone like a mentor to me. At the age of fourteen, he was dubbed knighthood and consistently raised his ranks to become a Royal Knight which is the most revered position a Knight could hope to acquire. Sir Evan Sealy is a Baron, has ash-colored hair, and green eyes, and is an objectively handsome person. However, he remains single to this day.

"Sir Evan, why are you still single?" I asked.

"...I have pledged my loyalty to a single young mistress. It would be unfair of me to court any other woman as I am now," Sir Evan said with a solemn expression.

"You must have your fair share of ladies," I said.

"I am certainly not as popular as you are, Your Highness," Sir Evan said.

"Me? I am not popular at all. If anything, it seems like women are avoiding me like the plague," I said.

"That is probably because Your Highness has been very open about caring for Lady Charlotte," Sir Evan said.

"She is the only person blind to my feelings, but if I push her too far...it feels like she might break," I said.

A few years went by and I found our relationship had not changed in the slightest. Charlotte continued to treat me like a child or more like a hovering parent. She would bandage the slightest cut even that from a paper cut and would often bring me sweets during my working hours as if I were still a child she still needed to consolidate with sugar.