I Want to Escape from Princess Lessons: Volume 1 [Parts 1 to 8] by Izumi Sawano

Author:Izumi Sawano
Language: eng
Format: epub

Once again I found myself surrounded by old guards as I walked through the palace.

I was overcome with some indescribable feelings as we passed by the courtyard, and asked the soldiers if we could stop there. They hesitated for a moment, but acquiesced.

There I sat, plucking and weaving flowers together. I wasn’t very good at it, though. I’d never been very good at it, I realized.

I gave up, tossing aside the failed flower crown.

When I did, one of the soldiers sat down next to me. Um, should you be sitting next to the prince’s fiancée? I thought. But as he began to craft a beautiful flower crown with his armored fingers, I couldn’t help but stare. He was so good at it!

Once he finished it, he placed the crown on my head.

“It suits you, Lettie,” he said quietly.

My heart skipped a beat. “L-Lord Clarke?!”

“Indeed,” the prince replied casually, confirming his identity.

“Wh-Why are you disguised as a soldier?” I asked.

“Well, I figured you might be sick of me simply chasing after you, so I thought I’d add a little twist.”

“Um, I don’t particularly care either way, though.”

“I see,” he said, taking off his helmet. “It gets pretty stuffy wearing this, you know.”

“I would imagine so...”

He looked so good, yet he was doing something so stupid.

“I made you a flower crown, once upon a time,” he said, a nostalgic smile playing upon his lips.

The queen had said something along those lines earlier, too.

“But then you started your princess education, and stopped smiling at me. I felt guilty, but I couldn’t let you go.” The prince scooted a little closer to me, his expression serious. “I’m sorry. Still, I love you.”

I felt my heart beating faster in my chest. “I...”

“You...?”

“I’m leaving!” I announced, standing up.

Despondent, Lord Clarke stood up as well. “Allow me to escort you, then,” he said, before turning to the guards. “The rest of you are dismissed.”

We walked back to my room, the soft clinking of his armor the only sound between us. I stole a glance at the prince, whose face was slightly damp with sweat—no doubt due to the stuffy helmet—and my heart skipped a beat.

Flustered, I shook my head. Lord Clarke seemed puzzled, but didn’t pry.

Once we arrived at my room, he opened the door for me.

“Lettie,” he called out, reaching for my cheek—but then he abruptly pulled away without touching me. He must’ve remembered I’d told him not to do that. “Sweet dreams,” he said, with a pained look on his face, and shut the door behind him.

“Madam, I’ll set the table for dinner,” Maria said cheerfully as she began to do just that, completely unaware of my complex feelings.

I took a seat.

“I...”

“You?” she asked as I stabbed my fork into my steak.

“I won’t be swayed by this!” I yelled.

Maria only tilted her head in response.

***

“Lady Leticia, I thank you for the invitation.”

“I should be the one thanking you, Count Davud,” I said, taking the portly middle-aged man’s hand. “You’ve traveled quite a distance to be here today.

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