The Name of the Youngest Princess - Chapter 2

(Lucia’s POV)

She collapsed, panting as if out of breath, whether exhausted or stuck in something, and grasped my body, which had been thrown in the strong recoil, and raced constantly.

“Why why why…? Why do I have to be this way?”

My mother, who was shouting into the air as she ran, dropped me on the muddy floor and called out to me from afar.

“Mom is going somewhere else for a while, so you have to stay quiet here,” she explained.

Where are you going to leave me?

There were many things I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t say the words I had never learned before, and the sound of my mother’s footsteps was getting farther and farther away.

As the sound of her mother’s footsteps faded, there were too many other footsteps and a heavy rattling sound to count.

All. The sound of the lightest of the footsteps reached her ears, and the owner of the footsteps heard a heavy sigh.

There was also the sorrowful sound of my mother weeping fiercely in the heavy sigh, but the sigh was so loud that it was swiftly covered.

“… Tiny.”

The owner of the footsteps spoke in a fascinating tone that was a mix of sharpness and tenderness, complementing the chilly scent she had smelled for the first time.

A chilly smell approached me as I blinked, my hidden eyes wide at the voice that didn’t match the heavy sigh I heard earlier.

The sensation of something as cold as the cool fragrance touching my face twitched, as did the stroking itself.

‘Hand? Something big and round tickled my cheeks, giving the impression that my hand would fit, but it was too rough to be termed a hand. Why are you massaging your hands if they fit?’

“You’re a bleeding mess.”

At the end of those sentences, the mysterious man with the thick, low-pitched voice hugged me. His hands smelled cold, yet the arms he was holding were warm, as if asleep.

“Your Majesty, I will acknowledge you.”

“Finished. What became of Harvey?”

“Yes. We found them escaping and captured them, and we are now transporting them to the castle.”

When he heard her mother’s name, he sighed once again and went away.

As I struggled along, I heard one or two droplets of rainfall, but the raindrops did not reach me.

Only the sound of rain and footsteps could be heard in the darkness, but even the rain eventually grew silent. He appeared to have entered the room because she did not hear the squeaking of footsteps.

‘Warm…’

I moved my fingers drowsily as the warm warmth dissolved the chilly flesh.

The man who was carrying me stopped walking as I tried to move to wake up my tired body. Confused, I hardened my body and heard his voice again, moving his feet slowly, as opposed to earlier.

“I’m sorry if it made you feel uneasy. But wait until you’ve washed and warmed up.”

He nodded and silently embraced him, perhaps possessed by the gentle voice, when she heard a tiny sigh again. In that short sigh, there was also faint laughter, but he pretended not to hear it, claimed not to know, and was silently held.

I heard the door twice, and when he let me down, I heard rain again, and I walked on what was supposed to be a blanket, which held me up. p.

What? He carefully removed my clothes just as my mind was going to flood with question marks, and I heard a deep breath. My stomach churned for a time because it was full of heated air. Knowing how I was feeling, he rubbed my back and chatted to me.

“I apologize if I startled you. Your body is splattered with blood, and I want to cleanse it and heal you. Will you let it happen?”

I nodded as though possessed by the nice voice. As the warm water enveloped my body, I felt good. Warm…

The sound of water could be heard as he floundered her hand. I felt better after hearing the sound of the visitation room.

Maybe throw me in the bathtub…

Why are you being so sweet to me?

As a result of my serious thoughts, I questioned if he was kind to anyone. As a result, her mother must have fallen for it.

“Isn’t it hot?”

He spoke again after a little pause. He pretended he hadn’t heard and fumbled his hand once more, his attention drawn to the sound of the water.

Without saying anything, he wiped the blood from my body. While wiping, I could hear the sound of my deep breathing, but I pretended not to hear it.

After a relaxing bath, he hugged me, carried me, changed my clothing, lightly patted my hair, instructed me to wait, and then I heard a doorbell ring.

Where did you go? Did you not hear footsteps?

He got up and grabbed something soft while fidgeting with his damp hair and pondering what to do with this situation. Soft, tickling sensation.

I slid and struggled around to check my position, but nothing registered for a brief moment. At the same time, I felt as though blood was collecting in my head, and then I heard rapid footsteps and hard breathing, and then I was enveloped in something. Stiff, I quickly recognized it when I reached out to see what it was.

“Is it okay?”

A low-pitched, deep voice. I felt as if his arms were around me, yet I was only trembling quietly. He came after I softly massaged what was meant to be his arm, and held me even harder.

“I apologize for leaving you alone. Because there are no medical supplies in my room, I had to go out and buy them.”

Room? Medical supplies? To help me heal my wounds? Why?

My head was full of question marks and felt like it was about to explode, yet something wrapped around my head, whether he knew my heart or not…

“How do You get a scar on such a little body…?”

It was a cold voice, unlike the kindness-filled voice that had been repeated over and over. He set me down somewhere, and I closed my eyes while the warm wind blew.

In a good mood. But this hand touching my hair will soon come to an end…

What will happen to me then?

With this sense of unease and the unknown tickling my heart, I silently left my body, and the wind stopped immediately. It had been painted.

It tickled, and I could hear a little sigh every time I flinched. He sat me down and wrapped something around me. It felt lovely to touch you since it was soft and warm.

“Don’t call the maid if people aren’t uncomfortable; I’ve got to see you for a while, so I’ll have to go.”

He took a long breath and softly massaged my abdomen as I shuddered at the remarks about serving her maid. Then I heard quick footsteps and repeated knocks on something.

“Noisy. Come in.”

‘The voice can kill anyone.’

As I listened to his voice, I heard the voice of a desperate man with the sound of a door being opened.

“Your Majesty!  Harvey has escaped!”

A strong voice… The hand that was softly stroking my abdomen seemed to come to a halt at the sound of the loud voice, then resumed its movement. A cold tone was heard, which contrasted with the kind touch.

“I was obviously on the way to the castle, so I was informed.”

What occurred Between the thuds and irregular breathing, a shaky voice was heard after his harsh words were ended.

“Lord, I have sinned to death.”

“Your Majesty…”

I was greatly embarrassed by this, and as I clenched my fists so tight that blood stopped flowing, a hand grabbed my two hands and stretched them out, one finger at a time.

She felt awkward and quiet till he stretched out all ten fingers, but she liked his soft touch so much that she quietly accepted it.

I felt a little more secure, and I enjoyed the sensation of something covering me, so I fiddled with it till something else touched my fingertips.

What? I was startled awake by the gentle and odd sensation, and as I proceeded to stroke it, I heard a faint laugh.

“Do you like them?”

A voice tinged with warmth and kindness, different from the cold voice he gave to someone who had just come in.

“They tell me to make a doll out of that material next time.”

‘Doll? Why? What the hell is this so much softer than that?’

If you apply force, it will go in. It was amazing to come back up again after losing the strength.

“I believe my bed is a little too high for you.”

What is the Emperor’s bed?

“Are you not hungry? Let’s have a meal soon.”

Meal? Are you going to give me something to eat? He moved to hold me when I nodded slightly.

She didn’t realize it when she was embraced by what she thought was a blanket, but now when he’s hugging her, the hugging position is awkward.

Her legs were dangling with nowhere to lean, so he gathered his power and hugged her, whispering to him to be at peace, but she must be able to.

It’s not only about kicking his ass!

She had been held so anxiously for such a long time, and with the sound of the door opening, a smell she had never smelled before reached her nose.

What does it smell like? I’ve only ever smelled musty and rusty scents. What words would you use to describe this scent? My stomach is tingling…

When I heard something dragging on the floor, I leaned against something hard.

When I turned around and touched it, it reminded me of the emperor’s body.

I doubt I’ll ever be able to sit on the Emperor’s lap…

“Your Majesty, I will eat the Princess’s meal……”

“Okay. Stay away until I call.”

The woman’s voice trembled.

There was the sound of irregular footsteps and then the sound of the door closing

With a rustle, he rubbed my head.

“Open your mouth.”

When something came into my mouth and I chewed it lightly, I could feel the indescribable taste.

How can food be so soft and warm?

It felt good to put something soft and mushy in my mouth.

She could hear his low laugh as she swallowed, but it didn’t matter.

I’d like to give this a try. Perhaps she knew my heart, for he groaned again when he put food in my mouth.

“Is it delicious?”

He stroked my hair again as I moved my head, not knowing what the word ‘delicious’ meant.

“What you’re feeling right now is that it’s delicious. Chew it thoroughly.”

“…. This… “

I’m not sure whether the pronunciation is correct, but I was curious about what I was eating…

“This, uh…?”

“… This is a soup made with scallops, broccoli, carrots, zucchini, and onions.”

His voice trembled slightly with affection, but she pretended not to notice.

This is soup… Come to think of it, what I always ate…? The food the ladies served me twice a day was cold and tasteless.

At moments, I thought my tongue would go numb, but what I’m eating now is warm and delicious, unlike anything I’ve ever eaten.

He opened his mouth again after a short break from eating.

“By the way, you still haven’t greeted me.”

He grabbed me and put me somewhere. A rustling sound was heard, followed by his voice standing in front of him…

“My name is Roshan Samuel. Samuel Le is the Imperial Palace’s 21 emperor and your father.”

I think I heard the servant speaking. She claimed that the Share Empire declared war on our empire without hesitation and that the Samuel Empire would win completely.