The Prince Seduces Me With His Body - Chapter 12

[Oh, a young girl from Susfield…]

When Muzel realized that Diana would soon become the third prince’s wife, she signed the contract with tears in her eyes.

It was tears from foreboding that she would soon face the storms of a strife to come.

Diana felt a little sorry when she saw that, but she diligently packed the contract into her arms.

And as time went by, the spring flowers were in full bloom.

Finally, it was her wedding day.

“Lady, you must not move.”

“You’re telling me not to breathe at all, aren’t you, madam?”

“It will be like that when you put on a dress.”

“I can’t do this…”

Madame de Sue was twice as determined as usual.

Diana had a harder time during dawn than in the past.

In fact, she still wondered how she was still alive.

Of course, thanks to that, she was able to look like a noble, elegant, lovely, and most of all, a wealthy bride, but she didn’t want to go through it twice.

Madame de Sue stepped back, finally placing Diana’s veil, a translucent white lace, over her head.

“You’ve been through a lot, Miss.”

“Okay. Even though I was half confined, I’ll have to look at the results, right?”

As Diana spoke playfully, Madame de Sue gave her a small laugh and lowered her head.

“Congratulations on your marriage. Please be happy.”

Between Diana, Madame de Sue, and her assistants, there was a warm atmosphere resembling a comradeship.

Then, after hearing a small knock, the door opened.

Everyone, except Diana, hurriedly bowed their heads.

“I’m seeing the young master of Susfield.”

Some of Madame de Sue’s assistants secretly blushed at his appearance of a prince in a fairy tale.

Milard said affectionately, bending his eyes beautifully.

“Everyone’s working so hard. I thank you for your hard work.”

“We’re just doing as much as we’ve received. There’s nothing to say that it was a struggle.”

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Madame De Sue spoke modestly in a very businesslike manner.

Milard fiddled with his neck for a moment when the answer, which was stinginger than expected, came back. In front, it sounded like the Madam was being honest, but it was a remark toward the fuss Milard made during his engagement accident. (tl/n: when Milard’s nose bleeds from when he ‘fell’.)

It was a little embarrassing because everyone used to be easily moved when he showed his “unnecessary” sweet attitude.

‘Well, it’s an illusion he puts up in front of others anyways.’

However, he soon regained his smile and requested.

“I have something to share before I let my younger sister go, but if she’s ready, can you leave for a second?”

“Okay.”

Madame de Sue bowed her head and smiled slightly at Diana just before leaving.

‘Are you taking my position because we’ve been together for the past few days? How dare you?’

Millard thought. He had never in his life thought that Diana would be treated better than, or even equal to himself.

She was always under him. It was as natural as the rising and setting of the sun.

However, from the moment the third prince suddenly began to take an interest in Diana, his mood changed.

Rebecca and Millard were engaged, not married.

In this situation, if Diana gets married to the 3rd prince, her status would naturally rise as the 3rd prince’s wife.

His father said that she could not ruin their external image, so his father was patient, but for Millard, who had a strong self-esteem, it was a humiliating task.

The aftermath went straight to Diana.

“You’re cheeky. You don’t even say hello now? Do you think you’re even above me just because you’ve been lucky enough to become the third prince’s bride?”

Diana tried not to click her tongue at Mallard’s outburst of abusive language.

It was not easy for people to be so pathetic all the time, but it’s a wonderful thing in this situation.

Of course, she couldn’t show her attitude on the outside, so she lowered her head as if embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, young master. Recently, I was locked up in a room and just prepared for the wedding, but for a moment I couldn’t speak well. It’s been a while since I’ve talked to you.”

It was undoubtedly true that Diana suffered from Madame de Sue’s wedding preparations while being banned from going to the outside world at all recently.

Diana took advantage of Milard’s brief loss of words and continued to speak quietly.

“Young master.”

“…”

“Don’t be too angry. Just because I’m married to the third prince doesn’t mean I’m not from the Susfield family.”

Before returning, Milard was obsessed with Rebecca and almost gave away the entirety of the Susfield family’s fortune.

To a certain extent, it was enough to kill even his own father in the end and hand over the ownership of the Diamond Mine.

However, Diana, with the support of Viscount Susfield, was to use it for the 3rd Prince’s palace, so it was difficult for Milard to waste the Susfield’s fortune.

So it wouldn’t be a bad idea to shed a word or two in advance.

“I heard from people. The 1st Princess, Her Majesty, seems to like gentlemen who are frugal and polite.”

A voice like water flowed into his ear like a snake.

The voice touched his obsession for Rebecca, who had been buried deep in him.

“My marriage and the young master’s engagement…have the same purpose in the end.”

“…”

“Everything is for Susfield’s glory.”

Diana looked up at Milad with a strange face, and gently curled up the corners of her lips and smiled.

It was a picturesque smile.

~*~

The carriage carrying Diana and Viscount Susfield arrived in front of the third prince’s palace as the sun reached the sky.

“Let’s get off.”

Viscount Susfield reached out to Diana with a bright face as if a ten-year-old coldness toward her had never happened.

She gently took his hand and got out of the carriage.

The day was warm and clear, as if announcing the beginning of spring.

The garden of the 3rd Prince’s palace was dazzled by the hands of a skilled gardener for the wedding ceremony.

Diana patted the long red carpet in the middle with her feet, then lifted her head and almost stopped breathing.

Cayden, dressed in a white robe, approached her.

“The Third Prince? Why are you here…?”

It was Viscount Susfield who spoke on behalf of Diana.

The third prince who should be waiting at the end of this was here?

Fortunately, or not, this was not the only thing that was embarrassing. Over Cayden’s shoulder, his lieutenant Patrasche was seen chasing him.

“…I think this would be better.”

Meanwhile, Cayden muttered like a possessed man, fixing his gaze on Diana, who had her eyes widened in surprise.

Yes, he’s like a possessed person.

Seen from under the bright sunlight, Diana’s eyes peeked through her translucent veil with a particularly blue tint.

Her petal-like hair was intermingled with white lace, and her fluttering figure entered his eyes strangely and slowly.

‘It’s strange too.’

She was obviously Diana, whom he had met several times to deceive people even after sending the letter of courtship.

But he couldn’t understand why every time he met her, he felt fondness and longing as if they had been separated for a long time.

“At the same time, I suddenly feel like there’s trouble…”

Cayden came back to his senses belatedly to the sound of Patrasche’s teeth grunting behind his back, and with difficulty averted his gaze.

He glanced at Diana’s hand, which the Viscount was holding. The meaning was clear.

“It’s fine for you to just go. You’ve worked well.”

“No, this, this…”

“Shall we go, madam?”

As the Viscount stuttered, Cayden snatched Diana’s hand halfway through, and grinned. It was a clean, uncluttered disregard.

Diana smiled and whispered as she looked at him without saying a word at the warmth and gentle grip that was wrapped around her hand.

“Everyone’s looking this way.”

“There are a lot of people who say things like your status raising and making you uncomfortable, so there’s a need to add good rumors, right?”

The wedding ceremony is usually held in the form of the bride’s father handing over the bride to the groom.

Cayden didn’t like it.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Cayden looked at Diana afterwards and asked carefully.

But she shook her head with a little joy.

“No, it feels nice.”

At that, Cayden smiled as if relieved and moved on.

As they were walking side by side like this, she suddenly remembered the old days.

Before her return, Diana and Cayden, who were under Rebecca, didn’t face each other that much.

But only once, there was a day in her last life when they were side by side like now.

It was the day of a funeral.