Grand Duke Hagail collapsed, blood streaming from his forehead. The butler hurried over, attempting to support him, but his small frame staggered under the weight.
“I’ll take him,” Jungkook said, taking Grand Duke Hagail from the butler and following his lead.
“This isn’t a living room, is it?” Jungkook asked, puzzled, as they entered a room with a bed placed conspicuously in the middle, overlooking the garden. The room was bare, save for the bed.
“Is this a common occurrence for the Grand Duke?”
“Look at the walls. The stains won’t come off anymore,” the butler replied.
Jungkook surveyed the room’s stained walls and sighed. “You’ve had a tough time.”
“There’s only me to serve the Grand Duke, so it’s exhausting.”
There were no other attendants in the mansion. But there was something more urgent than the Grand Duke’s miserable living conditions that Jungkook needed to address, so he left the Grand Duke’s residence without delay.
***
Lisa stared blankly into space.
“Young madam, if you can’t sleep, shall we take a walk in the garden?” Gella suggested, trying to engage her.
Lisa barely heard her.
“Shall I carry you? You’ve never been out in the garden at night, have you?”
“…”
“Young madam, please, look this way. Mrs. Jeon sent over lots of sweets.”
“It’s not that…”
“Pardon?”
“I… actually…”
“Are you speaking to me?” Gella asked, puzzled. Lisa shook her head, then suddenly nodded as if something was broken.
“Young madam, how about we—”
The bedroom door burst open. Footsteps hurriedly approached and stopped beside the bed. But Lisa couldn’t turn her head.
“You can leave now,” Jungkook ordered.
“Oh, you’ve arrived, young master!” Gella exclaimed, visibly relieved before quickly exiting the room.
Lisa felt anxious. If she had known he was coming, she would have pretended to be asleep. She wasn’t prepared to face him again, and now she was tearing at the sheets nervously.
“Lisa.”
Jungkook was out of breath, having rushed over.
“…”
She parted her lips but couldn’t speak. It was too frightening and embarrassing to converse with him.
“Look at me.”
He reached out, gently turning her head. Startled, she met his eyes, noticing his red face and throbbing veins on his forehead.
Why is he angry? Did I do something wrong? Or maybe there’s something I don’t know about—
“Why don’t you ever talk to me?”
There were too many things left unsaid to guess what he meant.
“Break something, scream if you must,” he said. “Just don’t stay silent.”
His unexpected words made her eyes widen in surprise. Jungkook, who was always so composed, was now dressed more shabbily than the gardener.
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The surviving princess {Liskook}
Romance"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...
