TWSB – Chapter 200: Purple Tulip (7)
“……Haha.” Christelle’s comments made me laugh. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at me. “I mean it, your highness. Feel free to tell me, whatever it may be. Of Continue Reading →
“……Haha.” Christelle’s comments made me laugh. Her eyes opened wide as she looked at me. “I mean it, your highness. Feel free to tell me, whatever it may be. Of Continue Reading →
– Click, click, click! The Imperial Guard marched in formation. That’s right. Our covert operation was a success! Surprisingly! “There are many new faces here.” I used Captain Hervé Duhem’s Continue Reading →
“Você……” Eu ativei meu círculo assim que comecei a falar. O círculo dourado iluminou mais a sala. O menino olhava silenciosamente para o Domínio Sagrado sob seus pés. “Como você Continue Reading →
I blankly blinked. “Please sit down.” I had Vice Captain Élisabeth, who looked cold, first enter the room and sit at the couch in front of the furnace. Ganael warily Continue Reading →
Essa era a diferença. O meu quarto no Palácio Juliette era semelhante a uma biblioteca central de um campus universitário. Haviam flores de cerejeira florescendo no lado de fora, mas Continue Reading →
Last night… ‘I’m not trying to force you. Your thoughts on the matter are most important, my little prince.’ Cardinal Boutier definitely said that. ‘Will you keep it a secret Continue Reading →
“Eu…… Estou ouvindo confissões. Eu sou um sacerdote.” Senti como se precisasse responder com sinceridade depois de ver o olhar penetrante no rosto dele. Não, eu não fiquei assustado com Continue Reading →
‘This……’ This was my mistake. I reflected on my actions and buried my lips in my teacup. I could feel the Imperial Crown Prince’s piercing gaze on the side of Continue Reading →
Anyway, it was a good thing. I had something I wanted to ask Empress Frédérique. “Please let me escort you there, your highness.” An attendant supporting Chief of Staff Laura Continue Reading →
“Está confortável aí, Vossa Alteza?” A Vice Capitã Élisabeth perguntou respeitosamente de fora do confessionário. “Sim, é aconchegante aqui.” Pude ouvi-la rindo da minha resposta. Sentei-me e olhei em volta. Continue Reading →