The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

think of it, I’ve always been bad at this.

　I gave up and threw the wreath.

　As soon as I threw it, one of the soldiers sat next to me. Hey, even if I am only a temporary fiancée of the Crown Prince a soldier shouldn’t sit next to me, I thought to myself.
The hand of the armour made a beautiful wreath. This man is too skillful.

　While I was staring at it, the wreath was completed and he put it on my head.

“It suits you, Letty”

　I was told in a low voice, and I was shocked.

“Cla..Clark-sama!?”

“That’s right.”

　He quickly told who he was.

“Why are you dressed like a soldier…”

“I thought Letty might get tired so I changed it up a bit.”

“No, I didn’t ask for that.”

“I see.”

　When he said that, he took off his helmet.

“This is surprisingly stuffy.”

“Oh, right …”

　What a stupid thing to do when you have a nice face.

“I used to make flower crowns for you.”

　Clark-sama’s words has me shaken. It must have been because of what was said in the conversation with the Queen.

“I was very happy.
The first person I fell in love with became my fiancée.
You said you loved me very much.”

　Clark-sama smiles softly.

“But then the education for the princess started and you stopped smiling at me.
I’m sorry but I couldn’t let go.”

　Clark-sama drew nearer.

“I’m sorry, but I still love you.”

　He has a serious face on and I immediately I felt my heart beat faster.

“Umm……”

“Umm?”

“I’ll be back!”

　That said, I stand up. Clark-sama also stood up but with a sad face.

“Then, I’ll send you off.
Oh, you guys can go.”

　Clark dismisses the soldiers.

　The two of us walk silently down the path to my room. There is a crunching sound produced by his armour. At a glance, it’s probably because the helmet was heavy. Clark-sama, who was sweating a little, made my chest throb.

　He shakes his head hard. Clark-sama looked strange, but I didn’t press on the matter.

　When we get to the room, Clark-sama opens the door.

“Letty.”

　Clark-sama tried to reach for my cheek but withdrew in a hurry before touching it. Probably because I told him not to touch it before.

“… Have a good dream.”

　With a wistful look on his face, he closed the door.

“Madam, I’m preparing dinner.”

　Maria lays out a smile and a supper on the table without noticing my complicated look. I take a seat.

“I …”

“I?”

　Maria repeats my words. I stabbed a fork in the steak meat.

“I will not be moved by his words!”

　I screamed and Maria just tilted her head at me.