Chapter 297: Chapter 131.2

“First off, how do girls feel about a political marriage? Did you ever dream of an old acquaintance to appear in the middle of the ceremony, kidnap you and run away?”

“What exactly do you want to hear with that question?”

“You’re so blunt.”

Raul smiled at Rishe’s sweet, well-formed face and added in a slightly hushed voice.

“If you don’t want to marry the Crown Prince, I’m thinking of kidnapping you.”

“…”

Rishe was deeply shocked, but she finally let out a big sigh.

Had anyone overheard him, it could have led to a diplomatic issue.

She kept pushing Raul’s shoulders back as hard as she could, and her arms began to go numb. However, she pretended to be unperturbed and looked up at him.

“I told you that you should stop acting like that.”

“I’m really worried, you know? Marrying for political gain is not going to make the bride happy in any way.”

Rishe frankly refuted those words.

“I’ve never wished for things like happiness.”

A twisted smile appeared on Raul’s face.

“… Huh?”

“My happy life is something I create for myself. No matter what misfortunes may befall me because of my marriage to him, I don’t think I will be unhappy because of it.”

Even if she would get involved in an eventful war.

Even if she’d end up dying because of it.

As with all of her lives and even now that she was a Crown Princess, she had never regretted choosing this path.

If I could meet her end with no regrets, it would definitely be a happy life.

“I still don’t know what this marriage will mean to me. I have decided that I will not leave his side, even if he breaks off our engagement.”

So she didn’t wish to be carried off.

“I will be his bride. ―― I’ve already chosen how I’m going to live this life.”

When Rishe stared at Raul with such intentions, he smiled softly.

“…!”

It was not the face of Raul that had been there before, but the smile of his character, Curtis.

Just then, she realized the presence of a third person who had approached.

The reason Rishe failed to notice it earlier was probably because Raul had been cleverly attracting and interfering with her consciousness.

“Your Highness Arnold…”

Rishe called out the name of the man who had appeared and frowned.

Raul was now pinning her against the wall.

His hands were gripping her shoulders tightly, and he was looking right into her face, too close for comfort.

“…”

Blue eyes locked on straight at Raul.

The tense atmosphere of the place sent a shiver down Rishe’s spine.