I’ve found a ton of money behind a painting in the Count’s room. But he’s found me…
“My bride!” the Count smiled.
“…Yes, Count?”
He’s backed me against the wall with a sneer on his face, and now he stands right in front of me.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to see you, my bride! I won’t ask why you’re in this room. You saw what’s behind the painting, didn’t you?”
“…Yes.”
“If it was anyone but you who found it, I wouldn’t let them off easily… But you’re different. Because you are about to become my wife! Hah hah hah! As soon as we get married, that money will belong to you as well! You can use as much of it as you like! Now, doesn’t that make you happy?”
The Count smiles merrily.
“Hm? Why aren’t you happy? I have more money than you’d ever be able to spend!”
I stood there, silent.
“What’s wrong? Why won’t you speak?” he asked.
The smile disappears from the Count’s face. From behind my veil, I can see him looking upon me suspiciously.
“Are you really my bride?” the Count asked.
I didn’t answer back.
“Lift up your veil.”
Uh-oh…
The Count reaches out a hand in an effort to lift up my veil. I quickly turn to the side to slip away from his grip, but he grabs me with his other hand.
“Who are you!” he asked.
Someone help!
Just then……
CRAAAAAASH!!
“What the-!”
“Princess!” Lute exclaimed.
“L-Lute!!”
Lute’s broken through the window to come save me!
“Don’t lay a hand on her!” he stated.
The Count recoils at the intensity in Lute’s voice and lets me go. Lute takes the opportunity to pull me towards him as he draws his sword on the Count.
“W-What are you doing!?” asked the Count.
“I won’t let you lay one finger on her!” Lute glares at the Count and backs up towards the window, his sword still drawn.
“I’m stealing your bride!”
Suddenly I feel a gentle sweeping sensation as Lute scoops me up into his arms.
“What… Lute?!”
Because he’s holding me in his arms to protect me, his cheek is pressed tightly against mine.
Our faces are too close! …I should do as Lute says…
I wrap my arms around Lute’s neck and hold still. This makes Lute hold me even tighter in his arms.
“Hold on tight,” he said.
FWOOSH
Lute turns and kicks the window open with his foot. Then he jumps outside, still carrying me in his arms.
“Get them!”
Lute runs across the roof, away from the Count’s henchmen who are chasing us. My body sways with every step, and our bodies are pressed together tightly.
YOU ARE READING
A Knight's Devotion (On Hold)
Romance"I pledge my loyalty to you, Your Royal Highness!" -------------------------- It's the Middle Ages, and Sophie lives in the countryside. One day, Sophie suddenly find herself attacked by a group of men dressed in black... and five royal knights save...
