Chapter 20: A date invitation
The second chess game never took place because it was stopped by his Majesty the King, who rushed to the scene.
The chess match must have been overheard by the King’s servant.
His Majesty, by the way, was furious with Prince Edward.
He was enraged because he had offended his honored guest, Prince Bernhardt, and made me, his fiancée, the subject of a wager.
Thank God his Majesty is rational.
Prince Bernhardt will spend some time in the Kingdom of Kalkstein.
“Why don’t we have a date now that the engagement party is over?”
Prince Bernhardt unexpectedly asks me out the day after the chess fiasco.
It’s an unsolicited offer, but I’m now engaged to him. There was no reason to refuse.
The maids have been working hard since the day before because Prince Bernhardt is coming to pick me up at the Grand Duchy on the date.
“Would you like to wear this dress, Princess?”
“Because his Royal Highness Bernhardt has gray eyes, let us match the ornaments.”
The maids are having a good time as they bring out the dresses and ornaments from the dressing room.
“…Please let me wear something as comfortable as possible.”
“Princess, have you changed your hobby?”
Sophia has a worried expression on her face.
“Yes, you have. Didn’t you used to pick out your own clothes when you went out?”
That reminds me. I used to get very excited when I went out.
I remember wearing flouncy dresses that were difficult to move in.
“I realized how important practicality was.”
“…You’ve changed a lot. Do you prefer your hair curled like Croissant’s? “
Prince Edward said the same thing, is the drill hair called Croissant?
“I’m not going to wear my hair in a croissant anymore.”
It’s a lovely day. There isn’t a cloud in the sky.
The sky is clear, and the sun is shining brightly.
I’d love to take Ruria and the others on a picnic on a day like this.
But I have a date with Prince Bernhardt today.
“It’s so hectic.”
I mumble a few words before sighing.
“Don’t sigh too loudly.”
Prince Bernhardt, sitting across from me, frowns.
Thank goodness for the discreet carriage that picked us up, but it was not a pleasant ride.
It’s a private date, so it’s not exactly extravagant, but…
“It’s his Highness’ fault. Since his Highness came to our country, I haven’t been able to play “Fluffy” with my friends.”
“We’re engaged; stop calling me ‘Your Highness,’ and start calling me Bern.”
Except for family and close friends, royalty and nobility are not permitted to use nicknames.
I used to refuse him, but now that we’re engaged, I can’t.
When I call him by his nickname, Crown Prince Bernhardt, no, Bernsmiles happily.
“Does Mariel not have a nickname?”
My parents do not address me by my nickname. It’s partly because it’s a simple name to remember.
If I may use a term of endearment――
“Mari… No, Marie…”
“Marie? All right. I’ll call you that.”
It’s a more familiar name, and it fits better.