Fake Princess
CHAPTER 70
However, I was glad I was working for a witch, because the man gave way and, after showing directions towards Devan's room, turned his back on me.
After being here, I felt embarrassed as I walked towards the palace wings that housed the lowly nobles, taking the garden path instead of passing through the palace. Why did I take this as a good idea? I'll look silly, knock on Devan's room door to tell him….? That we'll never be able to find the door? Although my translation was very interesting, I was suddenly not sure if this was worth waking up before dawn. Especially since we haven't spoken for days.
I stopped, took a step back and took a step forward and hesitated. No, I am already here, I said in my heart, I continued. However, even after thinking about it, I felt strange, like something was holding me back, slowly but unbearably. I was so completely immersed in my own thoughts that it took me a while to realize that this was not just my shadow, that I felt a strong pull in my chest.
And it took me a while longer to realize that I had felt this sensation before.
Diana, my mind is in shock. He's right near here. It's weird that he's out this late, or this early, depending on how you look at him. Without intending to do so, I turned towards the palace. Rows of tall bushes lined the building, softened the gray stone line, and I stood behind its shadow. I was lucky, because when a soft light flashed on the window near me, it didn't hit me. I remained behind the darkness, observing curiously.
Diana wore a coat long enough that most people would probably not notice the lace peeking out from behind her, and her hair was long, wavy on her back. I frowned when I realized the lace was coming from her nightgown. What was he doing outside the room at this hour, and just wearing those clothes?
But I didn't have much time to think about it, because as I watched her, Diana raised both arms, with her palms facing upwards. He did it slowly, like someone moving in a dream, and it was that strangeness that took me two steps forward, until my toes touched the edge of the shadow of the bush, to observe his face. With the wrinkles of the sleeping marks and the dark circles under his eyes. Diana's face looked flat, just as smooth and unconscious as someone walking while sleeping. My hand that was not grasping the map was raised to the neck, and I locked my lips in a daze as another figure in the room raised and placed his hand on top of Diana's. It made me stare at the figure, and while doing so, I had to rub my eyes and do it again.
At first I suspected the figure was wearing a hooded robe. But when trying to look more carefully, my eyes are distracted even without having time to see the color of the hair or body shape of the person. A shield of sight, I noticed it in confusion. It was only a few days ago that Paula put a shield on herself so I could see how her spell made an object look blurry and inconspicuous, preventing anyone looking to recall its appearance.
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