As they left the kitchen and headed back to the room, Jungkook was waiting for them.
“Where have you been taking her?” he asked.
“Oh, um, just to the kitchen for a bit…” Gella stammered, expecting to be scolded for taking Lisa to a potentially dangerous place. However, Jungkook simply glanced at Lisa’s face and nodded.
“Alright. As long as you had fun. Now you may go.”
Gella bowed to them both and left the room. Shortly after, a servant arrived to announce that the meal was ready and began setting the table.
Lisa, not feeling particularly hungry after the walnuts, picked at her food. Jungkook noticed and cut a large piece of seabass, offering it to her.
“You need to eat at least this much before you can leave the table,” he said.
“Yes,” Lisa replied, eating just that amount before putting down her fork and knife. Jungkook shook his head but didn’t press her further and started his own meal.
“You don’t have to come early anymore,” Lisa said, just as Jungkook was about to debone his fish.
He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“‘Is it alright for me to take up your time like this when you’re so busy?’” she repeated, mimicking Gella’s words and voice
“Wait, wait, did you say ‘take up’?” Jungkook burst into laughter, asking her to repeat it. Confused, Lisa did so, and he laughed even harder, clutching his stomach.
“I heard Gella is from Kazen, but did you catch her accent?” Jungkook said, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “The eastern and western accents of the territory are slightly different. I can’t believe you’re speaking with a Kazen accent. It’s so unfitting and adorable.”
Lisa paused at his last comment, but Jungkook seemed completely absorbed in his amusement.
“You should learn it sometime. During the harvest festival in that region… Oh, but I can’t ask Gella to teach you.”
He explained regretfully, “During the autumn festival, the ladies sing and dance, waving their hands like this, wearing wreaths made of wheat on their heads.”
He explained regretfully, “During the harvest festival, the ladies sing and dance, waving their hands like this, wearing wreaths made of wheat on their heads.”
He explained regretfully, “During the harvest festival, the ladies sing and dance, waving their hands like this, wearing wreaths made of wheat on their heads.”
Seeing her staring at his mouth, Jungkook assumed she was curious about the festival and reassured her, “It would be quicker if I learn from Gella and teach you myself. We can dance together later.”
“Okay,” Lisa agreed, then quickly emphasized, “But really, you don’t have to come early anymore.”
Jungkook smiled playfully, “Why not? If you don’t give a good reason, I might feel hurt.”
Lisa closed her mouth, unsure if her reason would upset him.
Sensing her confusion, Jungkook spoke gently, “It’s alright. Just tell me. I won’t be upset.”
“People don’t talk when I’m with you, Jungkook. But when I’m with Gella, they say all sorts of interesting things in front of us,” Lisa explained.
“That makes sense,” Jungkook nodded. It was true that the servants were intimidated by him.
He wondered if this was how it felt when a child who needed constant care grew up and started playing with friends. It was a bit disappointing, but he understood.
YOU ARE READING
The surviving princess {Liskook}
Roman d'amour"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 princess. Now...
