Rerin can't remember whether in 29 years old life, did she ever have breakfast in pajamas? Her eyes were on the dress again. Sure, it's not pajamas. The pajama type is very different from what she wears right now. The sleeping dress in her eyes is like a dress for an evening dinner. The material is made of satin, the hem and sleeve ruffled embroidered floral lace, and dressing a few jewelry stones.
She was the bride in her naughty thinking but she could go for bridesmaids. The first is she wears a sleeping dress at the breakfast table and the second is, on top of not washing a single corner of her face. To eat food and drinks is unthinkable. Her hands are on her stomach.
It is grumbling. Asking for food. Minutes passed with only one sip from a cup of green tea juice. An embarrassed wall built up between her and the meals. Flashing the scene back, Rerin feels a little bit of shame or she was too carefree in her own will.
Back to few minutes ago, ...
"Yes?" She was hesitant but answered to overcome troublesome obstacles in the upcoming events.
How to answer next? Still, yes? "Yes, I'm". The answer, for now, is none than 'yes' and 'not'. The idea won't come to act accordingly. It's ticklish but pricky embarrassment. Moments goes by, the door hasn't opened yet. It should be opened by now and the maid will come in. Isn't it how the scene always written in those webnovel?
Does she need to open it by herself? Instance, it won't open unless she opens it by herself.
Remembering any scenes from books, a smile is crucial whether it's wicked or sincere. A few things could slide down differently from then. And she's not good at it. Great.
"Why aren't you coming in?" The question sounds weird like especially inviting workers to enter the room on a whim. The casual manner is vulnerable and can never be applied to the type of world. Make yourself as easy prey as it's.
By the time, she'll get her tongue and mouth fixed as soon as she's used to almost everything. The hand still tight on the door handle. Seeing people after a moment waking up in the book world, but others, not monsters while she's the only human being here? Wanting to laugh at childish remarks, she launches the door wide open.
"Rerin … wake up a moment ago?" The young King doesn't need to guess the morning face he saw almost a week now.
The word 'handsome' could never be applied to the man in front of her. She's used too much to seeing handsome men in 2D or 3D that's incomparable to living ones, now the one in front of her, breathing, living, and coming in human form. Rather than most other concerned things, a human-like for her, losing words for a super handsome-looking or super dashing young man is normal. So, she's normal.
But there are a few things that are a little different about the young man in front of her. Instance, he's more handsome than the ones in the Otome games.
"Oh, … yes...!" She knows her reaction a robotic-like. The faults goes down to 'YOU'.
"I see you're not overslept. Shall we go now?"
"Go where???" Where's he want to bring her? Shocked for incredible handsomeness hasn't loosened up yet.
"Breakfasting. It's time for it," giggled Glovisa. Why is my wife asking such a question in the morning?
Breakfasting? 7 a.m. it's morning. It's breakfast time. Losing the mind because waking up in a book world make different times for day and night, no? A moment, ... "I'm going to breakfast right now???"
"Yes, it's. Why, Rerin? You don't want to? You still want to take a rest?"
"Am I usually no exception for it or it's everyday like today?" Wanted to say, should she clean herself first or at least wash her face and gurgle up a bit? Or should she grab the chance now to discover how she's living?
"As usual, you are going straight to breakfast after waking up. Today I guessed it the same as other days."
"Could I have time for the mirror? I'm the lady with the title. I'll fix myself before going anywhere." It sounds a little bit unconvinced.
"I'm fine how you're now. Is your bed hair not getting worse than there're times worse than this? Have you forgotten it?"
Worse than right now? SHAME! How it's that she goes straight to the breakfast table without one drop of water on her face and her hair messier enough as she sees it? "Oh, …" Want to say blurt out long sentences but only a long pause comes.
"You're not sick anywhere? I'm going to carry you to the breakfast table, no words come out of your mouth?"
A dejected answer coming soon.
Carry her? Why she didn't learn how to punch a man previously? Otherwise, the pretty face in front of her will have a bit of starch because she'll slap the man's face right now in a willful manner. First nonsense to know is carrying a woman at first sight meeting? On second thought, she's the one who's not familiar while the man in front knows her long enough.
"The chef will have breakfast alone if you're not willing to. Are you still coming for breakfast or not?"
The stomach wants to have breakfast first. Under any circumstances, she's fighting against the odds, the stomach needs to be at full brim level, especially for now since she's just miraculously waking up in a castle-like place. "Let me apologize for my appearance. Just once in a while."
"Yes. The food is getting warm. Let's go eat it." A voice that's a little bit cold in the cold morning.
Does she piss the man off so early in the morning? Makes sense, he comes to her, checking whether she is still asleep apart she does talk much.
The eyes to the white marble tiled floor. A kind reminder, she won't fall in love as soon as possible, right? His words are kind and gentle. "Where's the served breakfast?"
"Do you want it somewhere else today? The garden might have become a little bit boring..." Preparation can be done to his new wife's wish.
Rerin's thinking. The garden? Not the kitchen? Usually, it's the dining room. She's scoffing. She can call anywhere in the house a 'hall' or everywhere in the house called a 'mansion' though she doesn't know how big and how many halls this 'mansion' has. "The usual place is good. Let's have it there. You have prepared it long since."
Never go against the stream of water flow otherwise going against hurdles soon might prove hard.
Now, there she's at the breakfast table, unable to eat or drink because of shame. "Oh, right, you said I usually oversleep a lot?" Wrong sentences and crooked ones. It's about her 'ugly' appearance in the morning.
Learning about Rerin is what she should do as much as she can right now. It's her right now. Learning about the other half of her cause examinations coming soon, undoubtedly. Later.
"You'll wake up in an earthly hour to stroll around until the sunlight starts to get warm. You'll watch the sunrise far from the horizon in your daily routine." Paused sentence. Glovisa takes the drink. The smooth flow ran down his throat. So much thirst in the morning. Working hard at night sure is refreshing in the morning. "It's sun basking, I'd like to say."
"I see." A habit she half liked and half hated. Half because she likes to spend time caged somewhere with books.
As for strolling around, she looked around. The vast garden that's far wide like a field, with self-growing wildflowers or planted from seeds flowers she commonly sees is the healing beauty of nature. She gets passionate compassion for them. It's not a shame to live here.
Shame because she thought it was a building with three or four floors but the house didn't have didn't even have one floor. The house was built on the ground floor only. Image thoughts she was a grand noble mistress or something was smashed to pieces. The room interior casually gives her an impression misleading her of the female lead character. She thought she could do some kind of yelling and screaming from the top floor of the building that belonged only to her.
Now, it's only the entire ground floor, isn't it?
Of course, imaging was all in her head. Nevertheless, isn't one waking up in novels usually female leads? Amusingly ridiculous though, they get it in a way became an antagonist character. Silently giggling in her heart but with a beaming smile on her lips.
There are no stairs to climb. Going anywhere, she just needs to walk in the same space turning right and left always. It's not much better than her apartment but only the journey going to room after room is quite distant. You could do a walking exercise for 30 minutes. Despite that, it was a luxurious-looking house. She couldn't explain the made materials but one could see by going to the wealthiest person's house. Now, it saying acknowledges and recognizes herself as one.
Who else is in the house? She didn't see anyone on the way there. Living here all alone? Rerin's coughing a few times. A left hand quickly to the mouth in form like a fist. She seems to be unable to let go of her right hand from holding the cup handle. It is glued there. Felt like she must hold onto something otherwise she would be uttering nonsense as well turn everything messier like garbage in place looking for the cause.
It's urging her to have the confidence to act as she wishes because this world owes her unpayable debt without asking her permission first when she wants to wake up choices.
Pretending to have amnesia overnight, that's impossible. Rather than knowing herself, it's better to pile up information whose enemies whether she uses them or discards for one's useless.
Common etiquette, a non-familiar gentleman would never have breakfast together with a lady.
"It only us at home?" Trapped like a question.
"The maids haven't back from the market yet. They go to the market after dawn and they are not back yet means you've your fill late today."
Fill? Is she going to eat again? "Market? Fill?" She couldn't link words in sentences but those two words are strong in her head.
"The one fruit you like so much after first taste on a trip to the neighborhood. I see the seeds of it you're planting, a sprout growing from it."
"Ah, yes." Too much information and the stomach are like an empty cup. She begs to differentiate a big opposition by way looking at filled to brim cup.
Young king's eyes to the Rerin's cup. Prospect she was late to breakfast as he heard Rerin having trouble sleeping at night is none. Glovisa looking at his own shadow in the cup. Last night as well.
She wakes up earlier than him most of the time spent here. The Lady Princess sitting on the garden wooden bench or somewhere outside around the corners house, doing what she wants to do is the usual sight after he wakes up. He spent a time see her through tall glass windows along the spacious hallway.
Silent and cup left untouched. Taking one or two sips doesn't count. The king, after staying soon to be the queen's home, he could give the title to himself as the butler of the house. He has seen her for almost a week and the person having gorged on breakfast time is in serene mode today. Was something wrong last night?
"Are you having something last night?" He never sees a princess without food at hand most times.
"I didn't have dinner. I'm looking straight for bed after evening meals. I ... oh …" Last night reminiscence from the kind of earth world'? She's unwittingly letting it out. How should she know? She's not the one here. She wants to laugh crazily right now but not brazen of craziness in the morning so soon.
"You can laugh as you wish as your wishes ought not never to let it down. It's so pleasing to see what you want to do heartedly. It's one of the healing types being here with you."
What it's? A confession but it's not? "Can I do as I wish?"
"Do what you want to do, are you? That's how I see you. Chain of restriction is none." It's the guess of what has gotten to you while you're living on this land.
Silent whisper of the King.