Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

Gently opening her lips, Geisel repeated the kiss several times as she stumbled. Eventually, when Zizzy pulled her jaw at her breathlessness, she finally stopped the mouth-watering storm.

But there is clearly a mixture of greed in the exhaling breath, and Zizzy looks up at Geisel with an aside.

Geisel noticed his gaze again, too, watching Zizzy for a while in silence. But when I suddenly close my lid hard, I carve a deep vertical wrinkle between my eyebrows.

Zizzy, surprised by so much change, received a voice from Geisel who was desperate to discipline himself.

'No... I have a morning meeting in an hour... Besides, Randy told me yesterday... that until the wedding was over, I'd have to work on Zizzy's body... because even if it was a celebration, I'd have trouble with anything...'

(Want to work for me?

It was Zizzy, who was floating a question mark, but she blushed again realizing what it meant to be hidden.

Of course, I guess the majority of the time it means not making it impossible - in case you are caged, you are worried that the holding of the ceremony itself will be jeopardized as well as the inability to wear the dress you ordered.

Geisel also wanted to respect the idea, and after putting aside time to be often distressed, he relieved Zizzy's body of things like reluctance. Raise the corner of your mouth just a little while stroking Zizzy's hair in a shameful way.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep first"

"Yes, no! Did you sleep well?

"Oh."

Zizzy also wakes up late and upper body. Geisel was sitting on the edge of the bed picking up the jacket he threw down yesterday.

I want to be with you at all, and Zizzy moves over the bed at the very least, lining up next to Geisel.

"We cleared up some work yesterday. We should be able to go back the way we used to."

"Ho, is it true ⁉"

Geisel grinned bitterly at Zizzy's voice, which was more delightful than she thought. Mouth gently on your forehead as you fix Zizzy's forehead, which jumped properly.

While the gentle grin I do not show in front of my ministers, I hear Geisel's heavy sinking pain like a felony convicted blame.

'Six months... can I really stand it...?

(… to, Your Majesty…)

There was no way to reply, and Zizie was frustrated with joy and embarrassment, distressed to not show her complexion as much as she could.

Two weeks after the wedding story came out.

Tsitsy was on her way to the reception room after receiving a report from the ritual chief that 'the jewels used for the tiara have arrived'. Geisel seems to have a meeting in the neighboring country, and it's Zizzy's meeting alone today.

Besides the ritual chief of the mundane eyebrows when I entered the room, I saw him pop into my eyes.

"Van! Why are you here?

"Your Majesty gave me a special order. We are strictly ordered to measure Her Royal Highness as good. And then... do you want to take the place of an escort?"

"Escort, is it?

Van, who replied yes, glanced at the head of the ritual. When Tsitsy sits on the couch, she gently offers the box she's been holding for a while now.

Then he looked good at it somewhere, and the ritual chief began to hand gesture respectfully.

"Thank you for waiting, Your Highness. - This is Levanite."

"Wow......!

The moment Van opened the lid, Zizzy accidentally leaked her sigh.

A large gem sits in the middle of a deep red velvet. It has a lustrous blue colour like a clear winter night sky, much more like the colour of Geisel's eyes than Zizzy could have imagined.

The over-cut cross section was flooded with linear shimmers such as purple, white and gold by the addition or subtraction of light.

"No, the real thing is another really stunning shade... If this is the case, it will be satisfactory to Her Highness."

"Yes... you are really beautiful..."

I just didn't have the courage to touch it with my hands, but to the crystals of such stunning beauty, Zizzy forgot the words and had often spotted them.

Beautiful things have power, but this gem called Levanite seems to have a misdigit charm that really attracts people's hearts and doesn't let them go.

The men seemed to feel the same way as Zizzy, and both the Ritualist and Van are inadvertently in love with its brilliance. Eventually a coughing ritual chief read the material in his hand.

"Now based on this one, we will create a design painting. Do you have any hopes for designs, etc?

"Shh, I'm sorry, it's something I'm not very familiar with... I'd love to see it less flashy if I could"

"Okay. Let me tell you something."

Apparently, some design paintings have already been prepared, and he said he would bring the candidate in a few days.

Under the direction of the Ritual Chief, Van closes the lid again. Levanite's brilliance seemed to be enclosed in the box and the tense thread cut in two.

"This one, then, will be moved to the vault at the Royal Palace once. We'll be ready when we decide on more details."

"Yes, thank you"

"I'm also responsible. It's scary to have it like this."

So Van smiled bitterly. The absentee Geisel came over worried, but I guess he didn't even think he was going to stand up to the knight of the national treasure class.

But for Zizzy, who was alone with the Ritual Chief, it was really comforting to have a familiar opponent present. I have to thank Geisel.

"With that said, when will Your Majesty be returned?

"He said he was going home in the evening. I also told her to stay without imposing, but she wouldn't listen to me."

Oh man, it was Van lowering his brow butt, but that tone sounds fun somewhere.

Could Geisel have told her about last night, and Tsitsy gets embarrassed as soon as possible. Did you enjoy one case so much yesterday?

"The more His Majesty insists on 'keeping a sequential observation of Her Majesty the Queen', so if you leave this behind, you'll be back at the main residence again."

"Shh, excuse me...... thank you"

I felt Geisel's overprotections getting worse by the day, and Zizzy softly held her forehead.

I'm sorry to involve Van every once in a while, though how much more trustworthy people would be better off nearby.

(Let me tell you that when His Majesty returns, he will be fine...)

Van and the liturgical director all smiled bitterly as they perceived something in Zitzie's expression.