“You think I would do that? Is that what you’ve been worried about all this time?”
Jungkook stared at the ceiling, trying to calm his anger, making a mental note to kick his cousin Jimin in the shins the next time he saw him.
“Lisa, look at me. I have no intention of canceling this marriage. Never.”
“……”
“We have a long life ahead of us, and there’s no need to rush things when we barely know each other.”
Lisa nodded, but Jungkook wanted to be sure she understood.
“If you have any other questions or concerns, just ask. There’s nothing I won’t answer.”
“……”
“Have I ever hidden anything from you? You’ve sat on my lap and seen all my documents.”
He chuckled at the memory. “You’ve seen every secret there is to see. What could I possibly hide from you now?”
Every time their eyes met, Lisa nodded. It wasn’t perfect, but it was progress.
Jungkook brushed a lock of hair from her face. “Now, get some rest. Call me if you need anything.”
She didn’t reply, but her face seemed more at ease. Jungkook slowly withdrew his hand, making sure she closed her eyes before getting up from the bed.
After a thorough bath, he returned to find Lisa still lying down, perhaps pretending to sleep. Jungkook was exhausted from the day’s events and lay down beside her. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he turned to see her staring at the ceiling, idly moving her fingers.
“Are you bored?”
Her thin chin nodded slowly.
Jungkook asked softly, “Shall I call the maids?”
“Why?”
“Don’t you usually spend time in the workshop? It seems like you have fun there.”
“It’s not fun.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “It’s not fun, yet you always go there?”
“The kitchen and laundry are noisy and busy. The workshop is busy, but only for the hands. The mouth isn’t busy.”
Her disjointed speech was hard to follow. “It’s quiet. The maids talk a lot. I hear everything. ‘The Princess always plays in the maid’s quarters of Celia Palace.’ That’s right. I know.”
“So, you go to the maids’ workshop to gather information? Like you did in the palace?”
“Yes.”
Lisa seemed pleased to be understood and continued to chatter without being asked.
“‘Why do you think the royal maids’s necks are still attached?’ ‘Do you know how much Chief Lady-in-Waiting Namirea got from Mrs. Maleca?’ I know everything.”
Jungkook was astonished that every action of hers had meaning. “Incredible.”
He squinted his eyes, considering if he could use this to get rid of the royal maids. Meanwhile, Lisa kept babbling.
“‘Do you know why the white-haired butler is saving money? Edil already said she didn’t like the butler.’”
“Wait, wait. Does our butler like Edil? What are you talking about?”
“‘Oh please, do you think Edil would stay single if she wanted to marry that stubborn butler?’”
Jungkook found it amusing that Lisa knew more about the household than he did. He gently stroked her disheveled hair. But she was too engrossed in mimicking someone else’s words.
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The surviving princess {Liskook}
Romance[DISCONTINUED] "Fine, I shall give you my sister, dearer to me than anything." A bolt from the blue strikes the Jeon family, the heroes of the victory. Jeon Jungkook, the promising heir of a renowned military family, is suddenly ordered to marry the...
