Une fleur prise au piège - Chapitre 0

Jazzka Norton couldn’t understand the situation right now.

pourtant, even looking back, the fingers were still extending toward her.

The purple eyes were smiling precisely at Jazzka.

Like the night before.

“Lady Jazzka Norton.”

The sharp, soft lips moved smoothly and sang. Her name that she heard from his mouth felt very strange.

“One of the 12 Cillian Knights guarding the Urenium royal family. Shee was the youngest in history, and I was told she was the most capable driver.”

The inside of the room became quiet. She heard someone gulp and swallow.

Even if she couldn’t use reading mind, she could see that everyone was thinking the same thing right now.

The man who looked around the quiet seat at the center again fixed his gaze at Jazzka.

"Je la veux."

Is it a lie?

Jazzka’s unbelievable gaze intertwined with the man’s confident gaze in the air.

Pourquoi? Pourquoi moi?

“Gulshka, that can’t be done.”

Winry’s voice sounded like a dream.

The mind became a little clearer, and the sens of reality stuck to the skin. Jazzka quietly turned and looked at Winry.

A première vue, the King of Urenium seemed very calm. It was the same for the smile on his lips.

But Jazzka could read the emotion whirling very quickly in his eyes. It was something that she had never seen before even though she have been by his side for six years since the time at the academy.

'Pourquoi?'

The moment she saw Winry’s face, Jazzka felt more puzzled than thankful.

"Pourquoi pas?"

The man asked slowly, as if reading Jazzka’s mind.

The purple eyes grew drowsy. The asking voice became lower, but the inside of the venue became quieter.

Jazzka waited quietly for Winry’s answer. pourtant, Winry closed his mouth with a face that seemed to bite his tongue.

For a moment there was an empty silence.

Jazzka suddenly laughed a little. She knew that she shouldn’t, but this situation is too funny and she couldn’t stand it.

She already know the answer.

Jazzka has never been a woman to Winry.

“Tour Majesty the King of Urenium.”

The man called Winry again.

Jazzka turned her head away from Winry, revisiting the man’s gaze, still looking straight at her.

"Je suis désolé, mais….. … .”

It was obvious he spoke to Winry, but his eyes were only looking at Jazzka. Jazzka reflected in his purple eyes that seemed to suck her in.

After finally checking Winry, who was still shutting his mouth, the man smiled and lifted a corner.

“I will marry her.”

Ses yeux se sont assombris.