Answer Me, My Prince

(Non-Year 2/2)

#29.

My Ann, my Coco.

Are you awake?

You didn't just wake up today because your friend came to wake you up, did you?

I think about you from the morning.

This evening, if you slowly open the bookcase, there's your letter. It says that I was busy in the morning, so I didn't have time to open the bookcase, and I just read the letter.

It doesn't matter. A letter from a busy morning is a luxury.

But Cordelia. If you took out my letter this morning, put it away and think about Ann Shirley. She's the one who says every morning that people who don't know today are sad about having another day like this.

I wish your day would shine like that.

Of course, life we live in is a bit hard to live like that. Actually, it was a bit of a distressing morning for me again today.

You talked about Anne Celine's manuscript last time, right? I read the scene of me and Flynn visiting Queen Adelaide.

At the time, Flynn and I were just wondering what would happen to her, but we didn't realize what had happened until early this morning. My little girl Noel has been into role-playing since she read your red-haired Anne.

Yesterday and today, you're trying to become a queen. Since she is Queen Adelaide's Majesty, she told me and Flynn to come to Alhyun.

"Noelle, do you know my mother is Queen Adelaide? Do you know this is an insult to the royal family?

I said that, and you're not an old-fashioned guy, why do you answer like this?

"That's right. Your mother is the queen. The prince has a mother. Prince, I'm... I don't have a mom."

What would I say to that?

You just have to do what Noel tells you to do.

So today, I've been playing Queen until now, waking up early in the morning.

Noel said it's natural that the Queen's reality is busy. So, Flynn and I must take turns writing constantly to the Queen's Majesty, sitting on our knees and shouting. If I explain this and that, Noel crinkles his eyebrows and says this.

"I refuse, go away!"

Yes, living is really not as fun as Anne.

The elementary ten, the nineteenth day.

Archie Albert, your friend who never loses hope in a hard life.

* * *

My Gilbert, my Arch Albert.

Fortunately, I guess I'm better at rhyming than you are, right?

It's a busy morning, but I can't stand the urge to write back as I read your article.

Your morning letter has already made my day perfect.

I think I'll be able to smile all day while imagining Noel's "I refuse, go away!"

Have a nice day, my prince.

7.19. Morning.

Cordelia Gray, who should decline to appreciate the scribbling.

P.S. If Noel loves role-playing so much, why don't you try it? You happen to have a book written by the world's most famous screenwriter. From Macbeth to Hamlet to King Lear to the Twelfth Night.

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My evil adviser Cordelia.

Did you know that Vader sneaks into the bookcase every once in a while he's in the library. The mean old man says no, but my guess is that he's peeking at our letters almost every day.

How do I know that?

Well, I'm taking a morning walk and this gentleman is sitting in front of me and saying, "Isn't that what he's saying?

"Noelle, why don't we stop playing the queen and do the play? We have a book written by the world's most famous screenwriter. It's a dozen."

Yes, Cordelia. I just recited the words in the last line of the letter you wrote me this morning.

The old man, Vader, initially insisted that he was absolutely wrong, but he couldn't beat my interrogation and ended up telling the truth. It's a pity that our library doesn't have a lock.

Anyway, your advice was accepted by Noel without my time to consider it.

Noel will do the play from today.Yeah. The first piece she picked was definitely a ten.Yes, I haven't read anything other than that's all.

"When are you going to practice?"

"Well, now?”

"What about your clothes?"

"Is that now...?

"When are you going to put up the stage?”

"Not now, but later tonight?”

I guess tomorrow's not a word for this kid at all.

I think I'll have to go out right away now that this has happened like this. Outside, the noise of Noel and Flynn preparing for the play is very loud. Fortunately or unfortunately, I'm feeling better, so I can't refuse.

Well, who else would come here besides me?

Please congratulate me. Your handwriting will soon become a play star.

On the nineteenth day of the elementary ten months, Arch Albert again.

* * *

Dear my Duke Osino.

Was your acting debut successful?

7.19.

Cordelia in the evening

* * *

Dear Cordelia in the evening.

I'm sure you expected it.

When I said I'd read the Twelfth Night again,

I'll go as far as theater. When I told you,

I'm sure you already knew what was going to happen.

Yes, my brilliant friend,

I don't take everything anymore.

I'll write you again tomorrow.

The elementary ten, the nineteenth night.

With love, your arch.

* * *

Dear Lady Cordelia.

Hello? It's been a while since I last wrote a long letter. It's Béder Lang again.

In the meantime, I would secretly open the bookcase, just as Prince Archie told me.

But, miss, please believe me. I swear I've never secretly read your letter. Since when did you start to have such a strong desire to monopolize the book, our prince wrapped his bookcase in a treasure box, so I was just a little curious.

I don't think it's such a big sin to open the locker once or twice because I thought Lady Cordelia might have taken away the kind of regards she sent to this Vader.

Sometimes, I could see the prince's letter in my eyes. But I only glanced at it, too, thinking that I might say something strange to you, but I never thought I'd sneak a peek at your letters.

And finally today is here.

Today, I think it's a good thing that I sneaked a peek at the bookstore like that.

My prince, don't you think you're getting shorter in a strange place? What's the reason for this, when you're talking like a puritanic speaker, but you're talking less in a very strange place?

What would you have done if I hadn't written you during the last attack? I'm sure our prince just passed by saying, "It's just a brief cut in the shoulder by a knife." Lady Cordelia wouldn't have known that our prince would have died if this Vader had not come forward and explained everything with a pen.

Today's work is the same as then.

That letter, that, that!

What the hell is that?

Even if you believe in your cleverness, this is too much. The face of the lady, who must have been puzzled by the letter and surrounded by enigmatic sentences, is clear to the eyes of this old man. No, you should know that if you have an idea, you can't write letters that you can't understand.

If it were usual, I'd take the prince down...I woke up politely and asked her to rewrite the letter, pointing out how to write it, but I thought it would be better for this Vedder to tell Lady Cordelia herself rather than for some reason today.

Yes, this lonely old man's desire to chat again has been aroused. Please understand how I feel sitting in front of my bookshelf secretly on such a dark night.

So it all started with Noel. Do you know why Noel's Queen's play turned into a theatrical desire and ended up playing the Twelfth Night?

It's not much to say.There is no way that there will be a proper stage in the monastery, and the audience is all of us.

But I thought it was good. All of the monks at the monastery of Lete all adore Noel like their own child, and they have no love for Prince Archie.

Many people gathered from early hours. The front yard was filled with a bunch of vases that a monk brought to townspeaker.

Our Noel was swallowing his saliva and was at a loss. But I wasn't worried. It was the Duke Osino, our Prince Arch, who made the first act of this play. The more people see the prince, the more excited he seems.

When you stand in front of others, you can do things that you've never done before. I guess you're born with a stage constitution.

Shall we start with how the play started?

As time passed, the monk Philip rang the bell and the stage began. Prince Archie walked out with an imposing walk.

"If music is a form of love, keep playing it. Overdo it, to the point of being bitten, so that your appetite will wither and disappear."

As the prince's low and sweet voice rang out in the monastery, the chattering audience calmed down. The flowers that often bloomed in the front yard were removed. The grass suddenly looked like a green carpet.

Yes, now the monastery of Lete has been transformed into the house of the Duke of Osino.

Act 1 was the prince's solo stage. The lines of the Duke of Osino were like a beautiful poem. That's why people seemed to be more immersed. My prince, you memorize everything right away. If you memorize it and say it as it is, the best person in Winderton must be the prince.

After the first act ended, Prince Archie finally appeared on the stage where Prince Florian appeared. Her role is so predictable that Lady Cordelia can guess.

It's the role of the Viola Lady, the servant of the Duke of Osino.

When the Duke of Florian appeared on stage, I heard sighs everywhere. Sigh? No, this is exclamation. It's a groan that people barely let out of their mouths when they're suffocating.

I turned my head to the stage and said, "Stop!" without realizing it, I made a small noise.

It wasn't that I didn't know that you were beautiful. As I told you in my last letter, I already knew it was a woman. But I didn't realize you were such a lady.

Did the monastery have women's clothing? Princess Edwina left her 20 years ago, and she had a few dresses that had already been worn out. Noel dressed the Duke of Florian and hung the white linen on his shoulder as if it were a veil.

By the way, even in that ridiculous outfit, he's beautiful. The white cloth was like a princess' veil. Princess Edwina's faded red dress made her red hair shine even more. It was the last modern image of Princess Edwina seen more than a decade ago.

If Prince Arch had seen this,

If you don't realize that she's a woman...

It's really serious, and I even thought I should die if I don't have that much sense.

As if you know what I think, Prince Archie went inside after finishing Act 1 and was preparing hard for the next act. He didn't care what the Duke of Florian did.

Meanwhile, Viola, played by the Duke of Florian, started dressing up as a man. Now the young woman who resembles Princess Edwina is completely gone. As a young young man on the cheek, the Duke of Florian, who became Cesario, quickly stood in front of the prince wearing a tunic-clad sword over his dress.

The play went straight ahead. It was a messy stage with only a few interesting parts, but everyone understood the play and enjoyed it sincerely. All of us in the monastery of Lete have read this book several times, and some of us have memorized every line.

Sometimes when there was a funny scene, someone laughed and went up to the stage to imitate it. In the touching scene, we all cried out the lines with one by heart.

When Prince Archie had a long line and his pronunciation was twisted, Noel said, "Prince!" and went on stage and got angry. Then we laughed and clapped for the stage to go away.

Lady Cordelia, there has never been such a pleasant night in this old man's long life.

It was amazing that we could laugh and enjoy this even though the fire-devastated stable and the ruined backyard are still in our hearts.

But as with so much pleasure, this night has come to an end. We had to hurry as the sun began to set. If it gets dark, we won't be able to see the stage anymore.

The monks, who had been playing a round of boisterous games, backed away. Only the Duke of Florian and Prince Arch remained on the stage.

The last scene we prepared was the part where the Duke of Osino knew everything. Knowing that Viola, who was his loyal servant, was a woman, not a man, made everyone happy.

Our Prince Archie reached out his hand to the Duke of Florian with a graceful gesture.

"Viola, give me your hand. And show me you in a lady's dress.”

Then he put his other hand up and untied the ponytail of the Duke of Florian. In the cool summer breeze, long, curly hair fluttered and settled down.

Noel came up from behind and untied the loose tunic strap that the Duke of Florian was wearing. It revealed a faded red dress and a white linen cloth that once belonged to Princess Edwina.

The year when I started to go down the hillside, now I'm gone. But the sky is not black yet. Beautiful blue, which can only be seen briefly at dawn or dusk, has encroached on the sky. The strong red hair that seemed to engulf the blue color blew in the wind, creating a sunset wave.

The sudden fall of the robe made the Duke of Florian blush. Tensions were evident on the face of biting crimson lips, which were redder than hair color.The green eyes were staring at our prince with a slightly deeper color than usual under the sunset light.

The prince is...

The prince was just staring at the Duke of Florian.

Without saying anything, I just breathed out a deep sigh as if it were an exclamation, just like the monks did earlier.

The blue eyes thinned and grew again, and they glowed beautifully. I bit my lips and made a sad face.

So, we all gathered in the garden in front of the monastery together. A scene where the prince notices the identity of the Duke of Florian.

I felt as if I had secretly seen someone else's disgrace, which I shouldn't have seen. The prince groped for a moment, and then said the next line. But whatever came out of his lips, the prince's eyes were just staring at the Duke of Florian.

The play ended quietly like that.

Everyone laughed and clapped excitedly, but until the last goodbye, the prince kept looking blank. It's like I'm in a different world by myself, keeping my silence.

Perhaps by sunrise tomorrow, the prince will come to his senses and tell you everything. Maybe I can substitute for that ridiculous letter without saying anything.

Lady Cordelia, you will be in vain after a long night with a letter full of mystery and ignorance. It's such a shame for this old man to pass so carelessly.

So there's no other way but to chat secretly like this.

On the 20th night of the tenth month,

Vader Langolim.

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Vader,

Thank you so much for writing this letter.

I apologize for not asking for my regards.

I'd like to write you back before Archie sees it, so I'd like to express my feelings briefly.

There is a strange excitement on your letter today.

I have written a letter with a similar heart as you.

And I couldn't bear to show the letter to Prince Archie.

I think I know what you saw today.