Baby Prisoner of the Winter Castle Chapter 93

Valentin’s carriage would always stop in front of the villa on the evening that marked the end of the weekend. 

 

Just as they were together when they left the monastery, they were together when they returned.

 

There was a bright light beyond the window of the carriage running in the dark, and Clarisse and Valentine would rely on it to look at their books or notes. 

 

However, reading something continuously in dim light was quite tiring on the eyes.

 

Clarisse would occasionally raise her head and rub her eyes. 

 

Then she suddenly looked at Valentine’s face.

 

Perhaps because of the yellow light, his expression seemed much softer than usual.

 

“Can’t you concentrate?” 

 

Perhaps because the gaze was bothersome, he raised his head with a wrinkled expression.

 

“No, I am.”

 

“Or are you suddenly just trying to admire me because I’m good-looking? Stop it because I’m tired of it. I know.”

 

“That’s not it?!”

 

When Clarisse shouted with a serious face, he tapped his knee with the book he was holding. 

 

“If you say that again, should I grow thorns on that unpleasant mouth of yours?”

 

“But even the prince doesn’t call me pretty.”

 

“Do you want to hear that from me?”

 

“Uhm… I don’t want to.” 

 

Clarisse shuddered slightly as she imagined Valentine complimenting her appearance.

 

“So, what is it?”

 

“Yes?” 

 

“You were always thinking about something. And you didn’t study.” 

 

Clarisse smiled awkwardly and played with her long flowing hair. 

 

“Did I get caught?” 

 

“I’m more surprised that you didn’t think I knew.” 

 

“Actually.”

 

Clarisse slowly began to tell the story, fiddling with the cover of the book she had placed down next to her chair. 

 

“I was thinking about Cecilia. I mean, Marquis Curno.” 

 

“You were still thinking about that?”

 

“It’s so sad.”

 

“Well, that’s true.”

 

Valentine nodded slowly.

 

“Maybe it was because she had such a great position at such a young age.”

 

“Great position?” 

 

“Cecilia Curnow was the fiancée of the royal family. At the time, she was the fiancée of the king’s favorite eldest son.”

 

“That…” 

 

“Yeah, your Duke.” 

 

Clarisse looked at Valentine with wide eyes because this was the first time she had heard it. 

 

A little while ago, Maximilian had only described her as a ‘close friend.’ 

 

“I, I. I only heard that the Duke’s fiancée is the current queen…”

 

“That’s true, but that was after Cecilia Curno went missing. If the disappearance incident had not occurred in the Curno family, the Count of Bexley wouldn’t have had such an opportunity, right?” 

 

It seems that Curno’s collateral was not the only one who benefited from Cecilia’s disappearance.

 

Clarisse counted the women who had a relationship with the Duke of Sheridan one by one.

 

First, Cecilia Curno.

 

Next is the queen, Devina Saphers.

 

Now Brielle Sheridan.

 

‘If the Duchess is really Cecilia Curno.’

 

Their relationship will mean that they took a long journey and eventually returned to their original place. 

 

‘It’s amazing. If this is true… It seems like the two are destined to be together. It really feels like something out of a fairy tale.’ 

 

But there was no way to prove this fact.

 

She couldn’t consult with anyone else.

 

If she says, ‘This gem says that, the Duchess is Cici!’, everyone will think that Clarisse has become strange. 

 

‘Oh, it might not necessarily be that way.’

 

Clarisse thought of the only person she could tell everything about this situation to.

 

“Why do you stop talking?”

 

Valentine, who was sitting next to her, grunted, which made Clarisse quickly raise her head.

 

“N, no. That’s, Noah…” 

 

Perhaps because she was thinking about talking to Noah, his name naturally came out of her mouth. 

 

Valentine was sharply displeased. 

 

“Why on earth does that punk’s name appear here?!” 

 

“Ah. I’m sorry. Actually, I was going to say thank you to the prince for letting me know.”

 

Clarisse tapped her lips with the palm of her hand and smiled. 

 

“I was thinking about Noah in my head, so I guess I called him without realizing it.”

 

“What?!” 

 

“When I get back, I have to meet Noah first. There’s still a long way to go, right?” 

 

Clarisse became anxious. There is less than a week left now.

 

In response to the question Clarisse asked while looking out the dark window, Valentine said, ‘I don’t know!’ and opened the book again. 

 

“Prince, why are you suddenly angry?”

 

Despite the carefully asked questions, he only looked at the book.

 

* * *

 

It was quite natural for Valentine to be angry. Because Clarisse didn’t keep appropriate manners!

 

Anyone who is having a conversation has an obligation to do their best for the person in front of them.

 

Moreover, who is he?

 

Valentine Sapher was the prince of this land.

 

Even though he has no real power, isn’t it clear that he sits in an attractive position anyway?

 

Moreover, although it was a bit awkward to say it himself, he knew that his appearance was quite good-looking. 

 

Even at the monastery, he occasionally saw girls blushing at him. 

 

That was quite natural.

 

Valentine Sapher is a beautiful handsome man who was born with fair and clear skin.

 

‘But how dare you think of someone else in front of me?’

 

How is that possible?

 

Right now, Valentine only thought about Clarisse when he was alone with her.

 

Even now it was like that.

 

Even though that foolish girl might have turned his insides upside down, he’s definitely thinking about Clarisse, right? 

 

Valentine glanced at Clarisse’s appearance by moving only his eyes. 

 

She moved around a few more times and asked, “Prince?”, and now she was lowering her head sullenly. 

 

‘So who wants to call someone else’s name?’

 

Valentine hated Noah.

 

Clarisse was the first friend of his age to come into Valentine’s life.

 

It meant so much to him that he expected Clarisse to treat Valentine in the same way. 

 

…Although the mean girl has always reminded him that she has other close friends. 

 

He remembered Lady Curno’s last question during the day yesterday. 

 

｢Can you bless Clarisse with all your heart under any circumstances?｣ 

 

｢Even if she has a special relationship with someone other than you.｣ 

 

From the moment he heard this question, he thought of only one answer, and this has not changed even now. 

 

He can never bless her.

 

He had no intention of idly watching Clarisse’s development with someone special to her until she began to express her real gratitude for the friendship he had given her. 

 

‘I will disturb any child.’

 

If that person was Noah Sinet, he planned to interfere even more thoroughly. 

 

That was when he made a new decision.

 

“Ah.” 

 

Suddenly, Clarisse, who had been looking through the window, looked back at him and smiled brightly. 

 

“It’s snowing… Prince.” 

 

“What?”

 

Valentine unknowingly gave an answer to the sudden words.

 

He wasn’t going to say anything until Clarisse fully reflected…!

“It rarely snows during this time, right? How can it snow so early?” 

 

Clarisse pressed her face against the window once more, gazing out at the dark, barely visible landscape. 

 

The snowflakes, which were originally nothing more than dust, quickly grew in size, eventually reaching almost the size of cotton.

 

“Pretty…” 

 

The tip of Clarisse’s nose was pressed flat against the glass as she admired it. 

 

It had already been six years since Valentine had seen that ugly nose.

 

At first she thought it was natural for a child from Grezekaia to be amazed by her eyes. 

 

Now, every time it snows, Clarisse can’t contain her excitement. It’s rather surprising. 

 

What is so good about it?

 

When it snows, it often makes it hard for carriages to work, which can cause problems or delays in many areas of work.

 

He sighed and waited.

 

He thought it was time to ask Clarisse the stupid question she keeps repeating every year. 

 

‘Prince, will the snow build up? Oh, I wish that were the case!’

 

“…I hope it melts well.”

 

“What?” 

 

Valentine was quite surprised when he heard something completely opposite to what he had thought.

 

“Yes?” 

 

Then, Clarisse was also surprised and looked back at him. 

 

With the tip of her new red nose pressed against her window. 

 

“Why are you suddenly saying something you didn’t say before? There was something different about the same words that were repeated every year.”

 

“That… The prince told me this last year.” 

 

Clarisse rolled her eyes to the left as if recalling the past.

 

“If too much snow piles up, it will be difficult for His Majesty to show me grace. Including everyone who helps him.”

 

Valentine crossed his arms and remembered how he had said such a thing.

 

At that time she was playing chess with Clarisse.

 

As always, Valentine was almost winning.

 

Clarisse furrowed her brows and was looking for a way to beat him. That distorted face was really funny. 

 

However, from the moment it began to snow, the ugly expression was no longer found.

 

It was not because Clarisse’s nerves tilted heavily to the snowball flying outside the window, not the game with him.

 

Valentine threw away the chess piece because he was bored, and Clarisse shouted at Valentine from the window that she wished there was more snow.

 

That’s why he said those words.

 

He was a little angry too.

 

When Clarisse heard that story, her cheeks blushed and she felt embarrassed. 

 

Valentine found it… a bit satisfying.

 

“As for me, Prince.”

 

Before she knew it, she was looking out the window again.

 

Valentine felt strangely guilty about her, so he just bit his lip and listened to her story.

 

“I reflected on myself a lot after hearing that. And…” 

 

Clarisse hesitated for a moment and then opened her mouth with an awkward smile. 

 

“I was sure that Prince Valentine must be a very kind person.”