Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

"... Zizzy?

If you notice, Zizzy was reaching out to push Geisel over. When Geisel zeroes his plundered voice, Zizzy looks up as if he remembers something all the time.

"Shh, excuse me! Dear Geisel, the…"

I imitated him like he refused to mouth me, and Zizzy hurriedly took his hand off Geisel's chest. This time, I should have thought.

(I know you can't think about it...)

Before Zizzy, who had been silent, Geisel had been thinking about something for a while, but eventually, when she had the usual disgusting laugh, she began gently fingering Zizzy's forehead.

"Want."

"Did you notice?"

"Well, that's not why"

"Don't worry, I'm not willing to hold you.... go to sleep today."

Before Zizzy tried to argue, Geisel pushed Zizzy over and just took up half the bed and lay back. It really just means sleeping together in this way, I guess.

With all due respect and just a little relief on his chest, Zizzy gently loosens her dress. In the meantime, the words of an earlier man were also eroding Tsitsy's heart with twitching.

(But I can't ask...)

What the hell does it mean to ask if you have the courage? What kind of princess is coming, am I going to get off the First Queen, what will happen to Geisel,... that kind of thing, from what I've heard, is that I can't speak to Zizzy.

Eventually, inside Zizzy, the voice of Geisel's little heart echoed.

'Also, I scared the shit out of you... I really can't...'

I hurt you, Zizzy regrets it. If it is true, it is the Queen's duty to comfort Geisel... and even if her head knows it, Tsitsy's feelings remain far behind.

Still, I wanted to tell him it wasn't Geisel's fault, and Zizzy gently extended her finger to his back. A wide, firm upper back is repeatedly breathing quietly.

"... good night, Master Geisel"

To that voice, there was no reply from Geisel.

That night. A bright white moon illuminates the window frame of the two bedrooms. Geisel woke up slowly next to Zizie, who soared to a calm sleep.

……

The beautiful silver hair is scattered across the bed, showing her just glowing white skin, while Zizzy sleeps happily. Too bad I can't see blue blue eyes, but I don't have to frighten you, Geisel laughed small on her own.

(I wonder why you always give me the words I want)

Someone spoke in the courtyard as Geisel cut up the ceremony early and was about to rush back to the main mansion. I was about to hear the usual slander, but that's where Zizzy showed up and started preaching to them.

Geisel, who was watching beside him, was taken aback for a moment, but seeing how Zizzy was so desperate, he couldn't help but loosen his face. "Come on," he bites his lips, remembering the surprise of the men.

(For me, alone...)

That's true at the ball. No matter how much they said about their appearance and circumstances, they never stopped smiling. As queen, as Geisel's wife, I made him behave perfectly.

I thought I'd become emotional about one of those guys' rumors.

(Maybe because they insulted 'me'...?

Unable to hide his joy, Geisel took a glimmer of sleeping Zizzy's hair. It flows flat in the palm of your hand, it's silky smooth. If you can't stay awake, at least that's about it, and Geisel mouths ahead of her hair.

"- I love you instead."

Poop, and Geisel stared at Zizzy as she muttered, closing her eyes to pray.

- That was when Zizzy was still young.

By then Zizzy had a very strong ability to read her mind, and the emotions and thoughts around her were popping in at will.

One day Zizie responded incorrectly to her mother's heart's voice, and her surprised mother scorned Zizie as a "devil's child" after that.

Since then Zizie has come to live not in a castle with her sisters, but in a corner of a tower built far away.

Only small gardens in the room and around the tower are allowed to walk. Seems like a less passable place for people, and Tsitsy had an unusual day except for a few soldiers and caregivers from the escort to visit.

One day, a strange boy got lost in the garden. The boy with beautiful black hair and blue eyes, when he looked at Zizzy, had his eyes open as if surprised. Zizzy grabs her hair with both hands when she doesn't hide it.

(I don't know what to do, they might hate me)

But the boy wondered if he had observed Zizzy.

Why are you hiding your hair?

"So, because unlike my hair, my sisters, it's ugly..."

"That's not true. Beautiful hair."

Now it was Zizzy's turn to round his eyes. The boy blurted out and said so, sitting straight in the corner of the garden. I wonder what's going on, and the end of the day when Zizzy gets close she starts to say "Shut up".

"I'll be out in a minute. Leave me alone."

Coldly abandoned, the boy stared at the ground without saying a word as it was. The look was harsh, as if angry, and Tsitsy tried to leave once too. But at that time, the voice of his heart descended quietly under Zizzy.

"Mother... how did you die..."

That was so sad, it was a cry.

"Me, I'm all alone... no one ever tells me they love me anymore"

Tsitsy accidentally caught a glimpse of the boy as he was stuck in his cut feathers. But without a word, he is as faceless as a mask, and does not look like a very moaning breeze. But when he was struck by real despair, Zizzy knew that people couldn't even zero tears.

Tsitsy was also neglected by her mother again, scorned by her sisters... but when she found out that crying would make her opponent even more angry, it was equally something she cried alone in her heart.

But it's only an act that doubles grief in the end. The grief inflicted by man is only healed by man.

Zizzy, who had gained it from experience, did not want to make a boy feel like himself. That's why Tsitsy...

……

When Zizzy woke up in her bedroom, she didn't look like Geisel anymore. At the same time as she remembers some loneliness about it, Zizzy recalls the last of her dreams she had just had. But I still don't know what I did.

(I was rude to His Majesty yesterday...)

I gently reach around where Geisel was asleep last night. The plumage had been lost by the way, and Zizzy saw it and vowed quietly by one.

(I'm, I'm the only one, - let's be on His Majesty's side)

If you can help Geisel fight alone in that horrible royal palace.

But I didn't get that Zizzy prayer.

A few days after the unveiling, Luxen visited the main residence. When he enters the reception room, he instructs him to "pay the people," where he and Zizzy are alone, cut out quietly.

"- Your Majesty and I would like you to be separated."

For some time now, I have a story from Yenzier about hoping to get a second princess in. But we cannot invite the princess of all the great kingdoms to be the Second Queen. But no matter how much he advanced to His Majesty Geisel, he would never shake his head vertically, Luxen sighed.

"We all understand that Your Majesty has pity on you. But as it is, it could be a diplomatic issue with Yenzier."

Luxen's words had the weight of being a wise man, long involved in Versian internal affairs. I can understand that Zizzy isn't wrong about what he says, either.

"... the situation surrounding His Majesty is very bad right now. Not long after the collapse of his predecessors, he trumps all opinions that are performed from under his ministry. Nor can an oligarchy personality grasp a human heart if it is not understood"

……

"My predecessor, Master Dilf, was a terrible man, but he was very good at mastering the heart of our ministers. There are still many who support him. If, in the meantime, His Majesty Geisel's relationship with Yenzier deteriorates on his own..."

Before that, it was obvious that I didn't have to ask. A piece of parchment is placed before the silent zizzy.

"Tentatively, this is a parent book from my country to Racy, guaranteeing peace. At least for His Majesty's sake, Vercia will not have a fight against Lassie. Please take this and wish Tsitsy peace in both countries."

Luxen's tone was soft, but contained a clear will. Zizzy softly takes the parent book as she stares blurredly at the red stone of the ring embedded in his finger.

(My aim is not to bring contention to Lassie -)

In my hands, there are consequences.

I'm sure if it was Zizzy six months ago, he would have been honestly pleased and listened to this suggestion. But...

(I want to protect Geisel...)

'I don't want to be like my father,' recalls Geisel's side lying on the lake in Isiris. Zizzy, that I've been called many times. To be sarcastic, all I care about in my heart is about Zizzy. That you've been waiting a long time for Zizzy's feelings to follow.

I can't put it on my face.

But only in Zizzy's heart, tears overflow.

(I, … I, …)

The truth is, I don't want to leave.

But if you really think of His Majesty - there was only one action to be taken by Zizzy.