The Prince Who Loved Me - Chapter 94
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Chapter 94
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Upon arriving at Ashgrove Hall, the servants who had been waiting for the two welcomed them warmly.
“Welcome! We’ve been waiting for you. Your Highness, my lady.”
Bada followed a woman with a kind face to a room on the second floor.
It was a room with a wonderful view overlooking the fountain and garden through the window.
The woman set down the luggage in a corner of the room and said,
“This is the room where my lady will stay during your time at Ashgrove Hall. Princess Charlotte used to love this room when she was alive.”
“…I see. The view outside the window is quite beautiful.”
“Isn’t it? The water and air here are so much cleaner and purer compared to Cavendish, perfect for recuperation.”
“Recuperation?”
“Yes, His Highness once stayed alone at Ashgrove for over a year to recuperate when he was young.”
Bada frowned, not understanding what the woman meant. Then the woman’s eyes widened.
“Didn’t you know? His Highness was attacked in a terrorist incident when he was young and suffered from aphasia due to the shock.”
Bada’s face hardened with shock upon hearing those words.
‘Aphasia?’
The woman, realizing she had said something she shouldn’t have, hastily covered her mouth.
“Oh my, look at me. A country woman who can’t keep her mouth shut. Ho ho ho! Please forget what I said, and rest comfortably.”
Click.
Silence lingered in the quiet room after the door closed. Feeling all the strength drain from her body, Bada slumped onto the bed.
“…Aphasia.”
There was no information anywhere on the internet about Damien suffering from aphasia after his kidnapping.
It seemed the royal family had thoroughly kept that fact secret.
‘A child who was only seven years old went through such a terrible ordeal. It’s no wonder he developed aphasia.’
Suddenly, her heart felt as heavy as if weighted down with lead.
Though he didn’t show it, she couldn’t even begin to fathom how deep his wounds must have been.
‘If only you could share even a little of your pain with me.’
Bada gazed into the distance and let out a sigh.
Contrary to her complicated feelings, the scenery outside the window was endlessly peaceful.
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Bada changed into a neat shirt and pencil skirt that came down below her knees, then wrapped a scarf around her neck. She then put on low-heeled shoes.
Since the weather was nice, she planned to take a walk around the castle.
After passing through the massive archway, through the entrance hall, and stepping outside, autumn sunlight poured over her eyelids.
“Wow, the sunlight feels great.”
Bada walked on, passing through the wide garden and fountain.
She could feel the rustling grass beneath her shoe heels, and with each breath, refreshing air filled her lungs completely.
Leaving the gate behind, Bada headed toward the stream that wound around the castle.
‘It’s like stepping into a Thomas Gainsborough landscape painting.’
The magnificent scenery was enough to make her hum naturally.
All the worries in her head evaporated in an instant, and the fake engagement with its predetermined end, as well as society’s excessive attention, all felt like trivial concerns.
Just then, a farmer driving cattle in the distance spotted her and tipped his hat in greeting.
“Good day, miss.”
“Good day!”
The farmer passed by her with a warm smile.
‘Doesn’t he know I’m the crown prince’s fiancée? Or is he respecting my privacy?’
Bada smiled brightly. Behind her, the sound of bells hanging from the cattle’s necks rang out clearly.
As she approached the stream, clear, clean water was flowing with a gentle babbling sound. Bada crouched down near the stream and dipped her hand in the water.
“Ooh, it’s cold.”
As she washed her hands while admiring the fluffy clouds reflected on the river’s surface, a dark shadow suddenly fell over the water.
Soon, something grabbed a strand of her hair and pulled it.
“Whoa!”
Startled, Bada straightened up.
When she turned her head, large eyes were blinking at her.
“…A horse?”
Looking closer, a brown horse was holding her hair in its mouth and chewing it like fodder.
With a snorting sound, her hair was being sucked further into the horse’s mouth.
“That’s not food! That’s not food!”
Just as Bada was panicking, not knowing what to do,
A whistle sound came from the distance. The horse perked up its ears at the sound.
“Chestnut! Stop it!”
At Damien’s voice echoing across the field, the horse finally released Bada’s hair.
Then it snorted mischievously at Bada before running toward Damien like a dog seeking its owner.
“…”
While Bada was fixing her disheveled hair with her hands, Damien approached leading the horse.
When Chestnut’s saliva came off between her fingers, Bada made a disgusted sound and grimaced.
At that sight, Damien burst into hearty laughter.
“Bada, did you put honey in your hair or something?”
“Is this your horse? That welcome greeting was a bit too intense.”
Bada quietly observed Damien’s appearance. But looking closely, his outfit was different from usual.
From a waxed Barbour jacket to black Wellington boots that covered his calves.
It was a country look that seemed a bit too casual for a crown prince to wear.
But even so, the innate elegance that flowed from him couldn’t be hidden.
He looked over Bada’s appearance in her pencil skirt and chuckled.
“You don’t need to dress up here. There are no prying eyes.”
Then he pulled a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and handed it to her.
“Here.”
“Thank you.”
As Bada wiped her hair with the handkerchief, Damien bent his head slightly.
“Your hair has such a sweet fragrance that Chestnut probably thought it was dessert.”
“Maybe it’s because I use a floral-scented hair cream? By the way, does Chestnut like sweet things?”
At that, Chestnut made a neighing sound as if he understood what was being said.
At that sight, both Damien and Bada burst into laughter simultaneously.
“Yes. I once left the kitchen window open and Chestnut stuck his head through the window gap and ate all the sugar cubes and cookies.”
“What a little troublemaker.”
Damien stroked Chestnut’s face and said,
“You should pay the price for tasting Bada’s precious hair, shouldn’t you?”
Understanding Damien’s words, Chestnut bent his front legs and sat down.
As if politely giving permission to ride on his back.
Seeing this, Bada’s eyes sparkled like a child’s.
“Amazing! You’re so smart! Can I really ride you?”
“Of course. But thinking about it, riding a horse in that skirt seems difficult.”
Bada looked down at the skirt she was wearing.
Since it was long enough to cover below her knees, it did seem difficult to ride a horse.
“Couldn’t I just tear the side seam of the skirt a little?”
She grabbed the hem of her skirt and tried to tear it, but no matter how meticulously the stitching was done, it wouldn’t budge.
“Give it here. Let me try.”
When Damien grabbed the hem of her skirt and applied slight pressure, the side seam of the skirt tore up to the middle of her thigh with the sound of fabric ripping.
“…I don’t think you needed to tear it that much.”
“…Sorry, I couldn’t control my strength. Here, let’s wrap this around your waist.”
He immediately took off his hunting jacket and wrapped it around Bada’s waist.
After tying it securely with a knot, he took Bada’s hand and helped her sit on Chestnut.
Damien also mounted the horse and then held her in his arms.
Their bodies pressed firmly together as his arms wrapped around both sides of her waist. When Damien gripped the reins tightly and gave the command, Chestnut rose up.
In an instant, their bodies floated up into the air, and Chestnut began walking into the beautiful landscape.
Each time the horse moved, Bada’s silk-like hair rippled.
Most of all, due to the narrow saddle, the two were in a state of holding each other tightly.
The heat radiating from Damien’s body and his breath tickled her earlobes.
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