Ch. 3: Unbelievable...
The next morning…-.
With the help of a maid, I was dressed and prepared when Orion came.
Orion: “Hmm.”
He looked at me for a while, his arms crossed over his chest…
Orion: “…short.”
Saying as much, the hem of the skirt was pulled down to my toes.
Orion: “With the exception of your betrothed, it’s improper to show your feet.
OO: “I-I’m not your fiancée!”
Orion: “I don’t dislike the spunkiness. Now get your clothes fixed. Ah, and… you should wear your hair up.”
Orion acted incredibly natural as he lifted my hair and exposed the nape of my neck.
OO: “…”
Orion: “You, maid. You heard me. Make my fiancée ready so she won’t be an embarrassment.”
[CHOICE]
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I look fine like this (SUN)
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I told you I’m not your fiancée (MOON)
Orion: “You’ve got guts.”
Orion suddenly put his left hand on the wall, pinning me between the wall and him.
Then as if to show off, his right hand went up my skirt…
Orion: “It gets me going when you fight back.”
OO: “Please stop…!”
I stuck out my hand to try and keep his in check, but he pinned my wrist.
Seeing me like that, Orion chuckled.
Orion: “Kidding.”
OO: “…”
Orion: “I’ll come get you in 15 minutes. Be ready.”
Orion is so mean… I can’t believe he loves me when he just ignores my feelings like this.
Orion left the room.
I looked at the shell necklace as I grasped it tightly…-.
15 minutes later…-.
The maid finished getting me ready, and Orion now stared at me.
Orion: “Not bad. I like it.”
The dress I wore was like being wrapped in feathers, and the hem sparkled and moved in the water.
OO: “Hearing you say that… doesn’t make me happy.”
And I had thought he was so kind when he gave me the necklace.
I was filled with misery and felt as if I was about to cry.
Orion: “Hm…I know, once you’re my wife, I’ll lock you away in the depths of the palace so that neither wind nor waves can touch you.
OO: “…”
At those words, I…-.
[CHOICE]
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Are you serious, that you love me? (SUN)
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Are you teasing me? (MOON)
Orion: “Are you doubting me? Well, it’s understandable that you’d be lost in all this, seeing as it’s so sudden. I’ll say it again: I love you, and I want you as my wife. …don’t doubt me.”
His tone is terrifyingly serious…he really means it.
I closed my eyes as I tried to figure out if that made me feel better and…
OO: “…!”
Orion suddenly pressed his lips to mine.
I held out a hand to stop him, but it was held down in a tight grip.
Orion: “I won’t forgive you… if you defy me.”
He’s so cruel… do my feelings mean nothing?
OO: “This…don’t call this love.”
I spoke in a murmur, then hurriedly ran off.
The shell necklace in my hand felt incredibly cold.
OO: “Were you serious…when you said you loved me?”
The challenge spilled from my lips, and I reflexively pressed my hand to my mouth.
Orion: “Am I…serious?”
OO: “I told you, I’m in no way your fiancée!”
In response, Orion grinned at me, fearless.
OO: “I think I look fine like this.”
I spoke with force, and Orion tiled up my face with a finger under my jaw.
OO: “Are you teasing me? Because if you are, please stop…!”
Orion: “Teasing…?”