@onethunderthrow
“Zenitsu, you must understand your position as one of the future husband of the Claes’ heiress. Do not be afraid of a formal dinner, this is but the basic.”
What leaves my mouth are words that do not feel entirely right. Yet, I am unable to find them strange. Speaking differently, in a way, I still find myself irritated at the notion of him being so jittery around me. You see, as a villainess of such great position he has to play the role accordingly and show how great he is.
After all, he is the man I choose myself.
I had arranged a simple dinner date for both of us. A french restaurant, specifically. My past life’s heritage might be japanese but considering my new self, I could be considered european. Respecting my new roots, I had to show him how to behave and enjoy the luxuries that my side offered.
Yes, above all, I am the daughter of a duke.
“Asking this much from my lover might seem a lot but for that, I aim to correct the situation. I have taken the liberty of doing this correctly too.” Standing up from my seat, I walked toward him and kneeled down. It must be now -- had the chocolates I ate earlier gotten up in my head? Or was the holiday already sweeping me up? I wonder why I was so determined and sure of myself.
“Won’t you marry into the Claes household?”
