𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 || 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔✔

Chapter 29

Wooyoung PV

"Earl Wooyoung! How long"
Duke Yunho tells me as soon as I enter the dining room.

After leaving the dungeons, I had to recompose myself for this event that I can't avoid.

Fortunately, leaving soon i won't be present for Yeosang marriage, and I won't have to suffer such noble sociality that I hate now more than ever.

"Allow me to introduce you to a dear friend of mine"
The duke continues, touching the shoulder of a man in a midnight blue suit, who was talking to Yeosang and his future bride, of which I feel the gaze on me since I entered.
"Earl Wooyoung i introduce you to Baron Mingi, the future adviser of the king"
We bow to each other, and in doing so I notice the rings he carries in his hands, big as stones and luminous as stars.
"I've heard a lot about you"
The man tells me, revealing a very deep and masculine voice.
"I hope positive things"

We continue to talk in a friendly way, until my mother enters the room, accompanied by my brightest star.

I feel a pang in my heart when I see her eyes swollen and red, signs of a desperate cry ... and I am the cause.

We all sit down at the table and Hea is sitting right in front of me next to my mother.
I look for her gaze to see if she is better now, but she continues to look down.

"My father told me that you will soon be part of the regiment again"
The duke states, drawing everyone's attention.
"Exactly, I leave the day after tomorrow"
I answer him, continuing to observe Hea, who is whispering something in my mother's ear.

She nods and Hea gets up and goes to the exit.
"Don't you stay with us?"
The baron, who has never taken his eyes off her, asks her.
"No Baron, I'm sorry but I'm indisposed tonight"
Hea responds, formal and polite before leaving.
And I have to restrain myself from instinct to follow her and tell her that everything will be fine while I hold her in my arms.
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Hea PV

I couldn't stay in that room a second longer;

All those smiles of circumstance and useless conversations were getting on my nerves.

Not to mention the duchess;
I usually don't hate anyone, but the behavior of that chicken is unbearable. Bloody aware of being as beautiful as a Greek goddess and brazenly brazen in showing off her security built over a title.

All I did was cry all afternoon and now I find myself looking at the ceiling of my room, lying on the bed.

I keep thinking of everything and nothing, of a non-existent solution in this world that we all share, but rigorously separated from imaginary social steps.

From here I can still hear the voices coming from the dinner room, and to look for silence I decide to wear a blouse and go to the garden.
Sit in my beloved fountain and seek comfort in the sound of flowing water.