Melting your Precious Heart

Chapter 9 - So this is Love

There’s truly nothing to lose if you’re simply going to give it a try, right? The very essence of life encourages us to take chances, to embrace the exhilarating thrill of stepping out into the unknown and to explore the myriad possibilities that lie beyond the confines of our comfort zones. After all, I have six full years to reach the legal age for marriage—six whole years! That’s an abundance of time to navigate the complexities of courtship, to understand the nuances of love, and perhaps, just perhaps, for you to elevate your status to that of a duke. Just think, if you succeed in achieving that lofty goal, I would be more than thrilled to entertain the notion of accepting you as my husband, embarking on the adventure of a lifetime together filled with mutual respect, admiration, and plenty of exhilarating experiences.

Husband.

Husband.

Husband.

Husband.

The words reverberated through my mind, each utterance filling me with a burgeoning sense of warmth and excitement that I had never anticipated feeling. The mere thought of you stepping into that role, embracing the title of my husband, sent delightful flutters dancing across my heart, igniting a spark of hope and possibility within me. In a world where titles can define one’s place, the prospect of you as your current partner in life feels almost fantastical and yet tantalizingly close to reality.

I will gladly accept you as my husband; it’s a sentiment I carry deep within my heart.

Just then, as if the universe had deemed it the perfect moment to intervene and disrupt my thoughts, the atmosphere shifted dramatically with the abrupt arrival of a royal messenger. "Mr. Borgon, his majesty the king wants to meet you now," the attendant’s voice carried through the long, ornate hallway—sharp and authoritative, yet tinged with a hint of urgency that sent my heart racing.

Time itself seemed to pause, a stillness enveloping me as I processed this unexpected request. My heart raced, torn between excitement and a gripping sense of trepidation.

"Mr. Borgon? Mr. Borgon? Are you in there?" came the voice again, echoing in the space and jolting me from the haze of my daydream, pulling me back into the stark reality that stood before me.

"Ah yes, I’m right here! I was just finishing my dish for his majesty. Please tell his majesty that I’m coming," I replied, my voice slightly higher than usual as I turned my focus back to the delicate task at hand—preparing pancakes for the king himself. The inviting aroma of butter sizzling on the griddle filled the kitchen, creating a delectable olfactory contrast to the chaotic thoughts swirling in my mind.

But my concentration wavered, clouded by images of Princess Eira, her graceful presence, and the captivating words we exchanged echoing in my thoughts, momentarily derailing my culinary duties. As she exited, her every movement seemed to linger in the air, and I stood there in a daze, replaying our conversation. Each word felt laden with meaning, like delicate threads leading me into uncharted territories of emotion I had never dared to tread. It was surreal, almost like being fully immersed in a scene from a fairytale or a romantic novel, where the heroine captures the heart of a commoner, leading to a grand adventure filled with unexpected twists and heartwarming moments.

I needed to pull myself together; composure was paramount as I prepared to face the king. The stakes were alarmingly high, and any mistake on my part could bring disastrous consequences, not just for me but also for my father. As his devoted son, I felt a heavy weight upon my shoulders to protect and uphold his reputation—especially given the whispers and scorn from the nobility, many of whom regarded my father with disdain due to his humble origins as a commoner. They would eagerly seize any opportunity to undermine our standing, to delegitimize us within the intricate hierarchy of nobility. Even the slightest misstep could result in our expulsion from that esteemed realm, thrusting us back into a world from which we had so recently risen.

I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I considered the fact that I wasn’t facing imprisonment, despite my unintentional proposal to the princess earlier. However, I knew my situation was anything but secure. The absurdity of it all weighed heavily on my mind—how was it possible that I had ended up here, facing such monumental expectations? I had never planned to propose to anyone today, let alone a princess. In my most wild and whimsical dreams, I imagined my crush on royal figures would remain confined to the cinematic realms of films and television shows I had once indulged in back on Earth. Yet, I never envisioned encountering someone so regal, so enchanting, and utterly captivating in real life.

Yet, here I stood, grappling with the implications of those impulsive words. Initially, panic seized me—not merely for my own sake, but profoundly for my father’s. Yet, as I learned more about Princess Eira, gradually peeling back the layers of her persona, my panic shifted into something unexpected. I found myself enchanted by her charm, drawn in by the splendor of her spirit, and utterly captivated by the striking beauty of her sincerity and grace.

With every passing thought, the reality of my accidental proposal grew denser and undeniable. There existed a connection—an invisible thread woven intricately between our fates—that I couldn’t easily unravel. With each heartbeat, I began to wonder if perhaps this unforeseen detour in my life was not simply a random twist of fate, but instead a marvelous pathway leading me toward dreams I had never dared to entertain. What if this peculiar turn of events, this accidental entanglement with the enchanting Princess Eira, was the beginning of a story far grander and more splendid than I could have ever imagined? I could feel the pages of my life turning, ushering in a new chapter filled with unforeseen possibilities and the thrilling adventure of love, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us.