The âDesert Flowerâ was my ring, obtained from a trader who returned from Rwibt. It had been handed down through the generations by the desert tribeâs greatest warriors, and also contained a powerful healing spell. I didnât use it much, so I didnât mind lending it to himâŠ
However, my gaze unknowingly turned to Sovieshuâs smooth hands. It had neither a scratch nor scar.
âDo you truly need it?â
Sovieshu answered bluntly.
âI just want to lend it to someone who has injured hands.â
âWho is it?â
âLet me borrow the ring, and I promise to return it.â
âRashtaâs hands must be rough.â
Sovieshuâs eyes widened. I set my fork down, then wiped my mouth with a napkin and smiled at him.
âYou donât need to use it on yourself. You canât lend it to other nobles out of the blue, and you canât sell anything you borrow. Youâre certain that you can get it back. Surely the person you want to give it to must be Rashta.â
Sovieshu stared at me in silence, then sheepishly placed his forehead in his hand. He gave a long sigh.
âWonât you lend it to me?â
âI will.â
âReally?â
âHowever, there is a condition.â
âA conditionâŠâ
âPlease lend me one of your magical items as collateral.â
Sovieshu gave a shocked laugh.
âDo you think I will not return it?â
âNo. But I may have a person I want to lend it to.â
âTo lend it toâŠWho?â
âDid you not tell me yesterday? You didnât want me to associate with foreigners, so I will look at our young countrymen instead.â
Sovieshuâs face stiffened.
âSo, you will lend the Emperorâs items to a young countryman?â
I nodded my head and coolly took a sip of my water. It was a lie, but if he was going to take my ring, I needed security. Sovieshu threw me a dirty look and stood up.
âIf you donât want to lend it to me, just say no. Iâll pretend this didnât happen.â
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I couldnât finish my bowl of stew after that, but I was still hungry.
âIâll have to ask Countess Eliza for some ice cream.â
I would feel a little better after I ate. Perhaps it was satisfaction from Sovieshuâs twisted expression, but my stomach felt less upset than when he accused me of spreading rumors about Rashta being a runaway slave or when he thought I brought Viscount Roteschu.
I was walking through the Western Palace when I spotted a couple of figures.
âPrince Heinley? Queen?â
Prince Heinley was standing and holding Queen. My heart lifted as I approached them, but I discovered that I was mistaken.
âThat is not Queen, is it?â
The bird was a little smaller than Queen, and his feathers were blue instead of gold. Its face was completely different as well.
âThis is Queenâs underling.â
âUnderling? Not his friend?â
âHe is his friend, but officially heâs an underling.â
Prince Heinley smiled as he patted the birdâs heard. The bird made a disgruntled expression, and I chuckled.
âPrince Heinleyâs birds are all very expressive.â
âIs that so?â
âQueen has a surprised face, a sad face, and a shy face.â
I reached out and touched the birdâs head. He, too, was very gentle in nature and remained still, even though he was being touched by a stranger.
âHe has a grumpy face.â
âHe always looks like this. He always has a face like, âI donât want to do that.ââ
At the end of Prince Heinleyâs words the bird turned even sulkier, but the bird was so cute that I kept stroking him.
âCan I hold him?â
I assumed I could, but Prince Heinley answered with surprising firmness.
âThatâs not possible.â
âI canât hold him?â
âYes.â
He didnât seem willing to explain further, and I nodded.
âI would also like to raise a bird of my ownâŠâ
The bird looked so pitiful that I touched its neck, and Prince Heinley suddenly stepped back. When I looked up, he smiled softly.
âI think the bird is anxious to go back to the room.â
ââŠHe looks calm.â
âHis heart is beating louder. Heâs actually a shy and cowardly creature, unlike the brave Queen.â
I didnât know if the blue bird was a coward, but he was certainly glowering at Prince Heinley. Instead of deigning the prince with his displeasure, however, the bird stood up and wearily flew away.
âIâve never seen such a spiritless bird.â
âHeâs always like that.â
âIs he sick?â
âHeâs fine. Heâs just complaining.â
âComplaining? What for?â
âHm, indeed. Am I in trouble because I stopped the Empress from giving him a hug?â
I didnât know if he was talking to himself or asking me. Prince Heinley had an unusual look on his face as he stared at the birdâs back with his arms folded. Then, as if he felt my gaze on him, he turned and smiled at me.
âIâll have to ask him later why heâs angry.â
âCan you talk to birds?â
âYes. Heâs probably angry because I stopped the Empress from hugging him, and heâs going to hit me ten times on the rear.â
I burst out laughing.
âWhat is it?â
âOh, I was reminded of Queen.â
âWhat?â
âI sometimes pat Queen on the rear.â
â!â
âHe has a cute behind.â
âOhâŠthank you.â
âWhat?â
Why was Prince Heinley so red? I looked at him quizzically, but his eyes refused to meet mine.
Ah. Was it because I was so plainly talking about rears? With a face that red, he really wasnât a playboy as the rumors suggested.
âHe is surprisingly pure.â
I thought he would laugh, but I didnât continue because he was so embarrassed. I quickly changed the subject.
âI remembered I wanted to ask you something, Prince Heinley.â
Prince Heinley looked at me with one hand covering his flamed cheek.
âYes. Ask me, Queen.â
âI met Duke Elgy yesterdayâŠâ
âAh. I see.â
He frowned as if he disapproved of the encounter.
âDid he disrespect you?â
âNot at all.â
âThat is a blessing.â
âInstead he said something strangeâŠâ
âWhat do you mean?â
Prince Heinleyâs expression was tense.
âIâm not sure I can tell him the bad names, can I? Duke Elgy said he was a frivolous man.â
While Duke Elgy and Prince Heinley were best friends in name, I doubted that relationship right now. Instead, I asked about something else.
âHe said it was you who called him here.â
ââŠYes.â
âHe also said youâve been setting up something for years.â