
The noise of the ballroom faded into the distance.
There was no particular reason for moving to the end of the terrace where people were scarce. I just wanted a bit of quiet. As I sat on the bench to catch my breath, the rumors that had been circulating for days crossed my mind again. A foreign suitor. The envoy arriving soon. Stories rolling along as if everything had already been decided.
Footsteps approached and then stopped.
“…So, you were here.”
It was a low, slow voice. I didn't even need to look up to know who it was.
“You must be busy lately. I heard you’re leaving soon.”
The end of his sentence seemed to sink just a little.
“Are the preparations going well?”
My gaze wavered for a moment before settling.
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“…Rumors travel fast.”
I slowly raised my head. He was standing not far away. With no sign of haste, nor any intention to retreat.
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“It’s not so much preparations as it is a lack of time to settle things.”
“…Settle things.”
His gaze slowly lowered and then rose again.
“You speak quite calmly. It sounded as if everything was already decided.”
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“It mostly is.” I paused for a moment before adding.
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“Which is why I have no intention of following along.”
A short sound, like a caught breath, escaped him. His gaze swept over the surroundings once.
“…Is that why you came out here? To hide?”
He was someone I had never spoken with closely. Yet here he was, intentionally walking over to strike up a conversation.
I tilted my head slightly.
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“I came out to hide, but—”
My eyes met his.
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“I think I’ve found a much better option.”
His wandering gaze halted.
“…An option.”
“Intriguing.”
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“If it’s you, Duke—” The thought became clearer once I voiced it.
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“I think my family would finally be quiet. And even if we don’t suit each other, I feel we could settle things without any tedious entanglements.”
His eyes remained fixed on me, unmoving.
“…Are you saying you intend to use marriage in such a way?”
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