Chapter 4 - Their first meeting

When I first saw him, I immediately thought he was beautiful. But his personality or persona is complex enough to understand. I still think that, even though we have known each other for a long time.

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After talking to Zeriff, I was immediately transported to the prince's mind. "Now that I think about it, I haven't even asked what the boy's name is..." I reflect to myself with resignation. "I'm really hopeless... No! I have to wake up or I won't be able to finish my mission" I keep thinking.

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I hear a voice asking me this while my eyes are closed and I am immersed in my thoughts. I open them to see the person who asked me, and I am stunned by the beautiful boy's vision. "From now on, my standards will be very high..." I think, feeling my cheeks burning. "Don't you dare blush!" I command myself, putting my hands on my cheeks. "I hope he didn't see anything..." I think, embarrassed.

<> the guy exclaims, chuckling amusedly at my behavior. "Oh damn... What an embarrassment!" I think, feeling even more awkward.

<> he says, tucking his long hair behind his ear, as a girl would. "When they say modesty is as big as a house..." I reflect amusedly. He glares at me, and in response, I give him a small, knowing smile. "Well... If I had his beauty, I would be modest too!"

I take my hands off my face and look at him more carefully. "His beauty is overwhelming... I can see little sparks surrounding him" I think, bewitched.

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I thought I'd just said it in my head, but when I see him sneering at me, I realize I've spoken aloud. I blush, both embarrassed and uncomfortable at being caught. Seeing my reaction, he starts laughing. "Ohhh-... His laughter is so spontaneous!" I think.

I continue to admire him as he slowly stops his hilarity.

"His long, silvery, wavy hair is divinely framed on his elongated, noble face. You can get lost in his intense gaze thanks to the almond shape and blue of his eyes! I feel like I'm inside a storm with rough seas. And let's not talk about his lips... They're thin but fleshy in just the right places. You feel like kissing them to make them red!" I begin to daydream, not noticing that he is watching me, confused. "And let's not talk about that physique..." I keep thinking. "Oh yes! That athletic body with just the right amount of muscle... He's definitely my ideal type!"

I jump when I hear his voice clear. I look at him, blinking to recover from my mental lapse. When I see that his right eyebrow is raised, I stare at him with obvious confusion.

<> I ask him, puzzled. He keeps staring at me in the same way and approaches me. He stands next to my left ear as if he were telling me a secret.

<> he responds with a whisper and walks away. He shows me a mischievous grin.

<> I implore him, looking at him in embarrassment with shiny eyes.

<> he grins, making me blush like a tomato. I start stuttering nonsense.

After a short time, I notice him reaching out to me, and I close my eyes in fear, stiffening. This gesture reminds me of the traumas I suffered at the hands of a man. I don't notice that his arm stops in mid-air. When he places his big hand on my head, he disturbs my hair, displacing it. Then, with a caress, his hand descends to my left cheek. I let out a little sigh of relief and relax. I open my eyes again, and the boy stares at me with a frown.

<> he says to me, both sadly and angrily. "Who knows who he's angry with?" I reflect. <> he replies. "Here's who you are angry with..."

<> he exclaims after some time in silence. He also winks at me, breaking the tension from just now.

"I hope that everything will be fine in this coexistence" I think, trying not to blush for the millionth time.