Me, a Princess? My Lord! - Chapter 50

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Chapter 50

 

The endlessly continuing dreamscape was cold and damp. Sometimes it felt like being submerged in a swamp, other times like walking barefoot through a meadow wet with morning dew.

 

‘Where is this place?’

 

Walking along an unfamiliar path, Deshion encountered his very young childhood self.

 

The day he sat in the armchair in the library, watching his father work.

 

The day he drifted off to sleep listening to his mother’s lullaby.

 

The day he first saw Eloise, newborn, red and wrinkled.

 

But the happy memories passed by very briefly. The memories that Deshion’s footsteps touched gradually turned colorless.

 

His mother’s funeral.

 

His father’s funeral that followed a few years later.

 

At a young age, he suddenly became the head of the family, struggling desperately to support his household by throwing himself into challenges.

 

Work, work, and more work.

 

Just as he was getting somewhat used to that responsibility, his ill-fated relationship with Anastasia began.

 

Eloise engulfed in flames.

 

And…

 

His life after that was darkness without a single ray of light.

 

Deshion began to slowly walk barefoot through the pitch-black darkness.

 

Fragments of memories that surfaced sporadically pierced his skin like glass shards scattered on the floor.

 

‘Stop. Please stop.’

 

Deshion writhed in agony. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop walking or turn away from the memories. He could only walk and keep walking the path laid out before him.

 

What would be at the end of this path?

 

Deshion desperately hoped the answer would be nothingness, complete emptiness. He was tired beyond measure and didn’t want to walk anywhere anymore.

 

‘I just wish all of this would end.’

 

But something strange happened.

 

At some point, Deshion’s surroundings gradually began to brighten, and the cold air slowly started to warm up.

 

Like morning coming after the deep blue dawn.

 

“So what is the reason you sought me out, Master? You didn’t come just to tell me who my birth parents are.”

 

“…”

 

“You want something from me, don’t you?”

 

Violet eyes that looked straight at him came to mind. Along with a clear voice that trembled faintly.

 

Deshion suddenly realized that the sensation of his feet being torn to shreds had disappeared.

 

“Is it too fancy? It doesn’t seem to suit me very well…”

 

“No.”

 

“…!”

 

“You are beautiful.”

 

The next scene was set at Aras and Frida’s Mansion.

 

Heidi’s figure became clear as she approached him wearing a golden dress like fine champagne. Then Deshion’s surroundings shimmered like a mirage.

 

Had he ever felt something was so beautiful, so lovely in his life?

 

Deshion kept that memory in his eyes until Heidi’s dress hem scattered like smoke.

 

“I was going to wake you up… but you were sleeping so peacefully.”

 

“I felt the same way.”

 

“…”

 

“I couldn’t wake you up. You looked so comfortable.”

 

It was a memory of the day they fell asleep facing each other in the library.

 

The night he kept looking at Heidi’s peacefully sleeping face over and over, then fell asleep himself. The moment he woke up, his heart sank at Heidi’s face filling his entire vision.

 

Deshion pressed his hand to his chest. The unfamiliar sensation he felt then came back to life with a tingle.

 

The feeling of his whole body being languid as if submerged in warm water, yet every nerve standing on edge as if doused with ice water.

 

Two seemingly incompatible sensations mixed together and enveloped him.

 

And at that moment, Deshion realized.

 

‘It’s bright.’

 

That the path he was walking was no longer pitch dark. That it wasn’t a dreary, colorless gray.

 

Who was responsible for this was all too clear.

 

At some point, his memories had become entirely filled with just one person.

 

‘I can see a door.’

 

Deshion’s eyes widened as he spotted a small door in the distance. His steps gradually quickened, sensing the end.

 

What would be at the end of this path?

 

He still couldn’t know, but Deshion no longer wished for what lay beyond that door to be nothingness, to be emptiness.

 

Deshion’s walk turned into a run.

 

He threw open the door with all his might and shouted.

 

That something he desperately desired.

 

“Heidi.”

 

That someone.

 

* * *

 

“Deshion?”

 

“…”

 

“Deshion! Are you conscious?”

 

Heidi cupped Deshion’s cheeks with both hands.

 

As her cold fingers touched him, his mind seemed to clear a little more, and Deshion’s eyelashes trembled.

 

How much time had passed?

 

Deshion’s eyes, which had been tightly closed all along, opened narrowly. His red pupils began moving around as if searching for something.

 

‘They said some people went blind from the aftereffects of moonflower poison…’

 

Heidi swallowed nervously.

 

Then, their eyes met in mid-air.

 

“…!”

 

At that moment, Deshion’s pupils, which had been shaking anxiously, stopped still. He was looking directly at Heidi.

 

“…Heidi.”

 

His parched lips opened, and a hoarse, cracked voice leaked out.

 

At that moment, tears overflowed from Heidi’s eyes as she stood there with an anxious heart. As soon as the tension was released, tears poured out uncontrollably.

 

‘He can see. Thank goodness. Really, thank goodness.’

 

Without realizing it, Heidi collapsed onto Deshion’s chest.

 

“I really thought you were…”

 

A surprised gasp could be heard from behind. But Heidi didn’t have enough presence of mind left to care about such things.

 

The fact that Deshion had safely opened his eyes and recognized her.

 

That was the only thing that mattered to Heidi right now.

 

The hurt from being rejected by Deshion, the embarrassment that made her avoid him yesterday – none of that came to mind now.

 

Maybe she’d have to kick off her blankets again later, but for now, she was simply happy.

 

The doctor quickly approached the bedside and examined Deshion’s condition. Though Deshion seemed a bit dizzy, he gave appropriate answers to the questions.

 

“His current condition is stable. His mind is a bit hazy since he just woke up, but it’s nothing to worry about. We’ll need to watch a bit longer to see if there are any other side effects, but I judge that he’s passed the major crisis.”

 

“That’s such a relief, truly.”

 

“For the time being, I’ll stay at the estate and carefully monitor His Excellency. For now, it would be best to let him rest quietly.”

 

“Ah.”

 

Heidi’s mouth opened slightly at the doctor’s words. Only then did she realize she had been treating Deshion too familiarly.

 

“Yes, that would be best.”

 

Heidi, her face flushed, released Deshion’s hand that she had been gripping tightly.

 

The moment Heidi got up to return to her room.

 

Thud.

 

Deshion’s hand caught her wrist. There was no strength in it at all, but it was enough to stop Heidi’s movement.

 

Deshion opened his lips with difficulty.

 

“Don’t, go.”

 

Heidi met Deshion’s eyes with a surprised expression.

 

A voice so faint it was barely audible, small and powerless.

 

But his eyes looking at Heidi were clearer than ever before.

 

“Stay by my side.”

 

“….”

 

“By my side. Always.”

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