TWO

Rosalia thought the “law of the land” was true.

"Hi, Lia. Good morning."

Prince Lucian then smiles so brightly and treats herself kindly, the daughter of the Baroness who has no reason to mind at all.

Prince Lucian slightly messed up his dazzling blond hair with his hands and sat on a chair in front of Rosalia.

"I think the hairdresser did something odd today."

Rosalia’s nose, which was on the wall, was also filled with his fresh scent, as if he had just showered, he smelled very pleasantly.

Prince Lucian spoke affectionately, opening his eyes wide.

"Even if it’s a little messy, please draw a great one, Lia."

Rosalia looked at him awkwardly, nodded curtly, and quickly fixed her eyes on the empty drawing paper.

She couldn’t tell him anything.

She hadn’t put his face on the sketchbook in the last three weeks.

Or a more fundamental problem than that…

My name is actually Rosalia.

Rosalia was not happy with Prince Lucian, who greeted her when he met her on campus and during art class.

People often shortened her name to Lia, and Prince Lucian was the only one who called her Lia.

Once, she confessed to Sasha.

”The Prince keeps calling my name differently.”

“Lia? Isn’t that a nickname?”

“No one calls me that…”

As she mumbled through the jelly in her mouth, Sasha comfortingly advised.

“Then tell the Prince. Don’t say my name like that. Because no one calls me that.”

Rosalia murmured at the sight of a friend joking about someone else’s life.

“How can I say this…?”

Sasha laughed at Rosalia, who was crying.

Prince Lucian seemed to be confused about her name anyway, but Rosalia could bear it. Graduation was just around the corner anyway, and if they left the academy, there would be no point of contact for them. In other words, Prince Lucian would never call her “Lia.”

Therefore, it seemed there was no need to ask for a name correction.

What would hinder Rosalia in the future was not that Prince Lucian knew her name wrong, but that she was not completing any tasks to send soon.

Rosalia tried to resist the rising loom.

As expected, she was in bad shape today.

She tried to look at Prince Lucian’s face somehow, but her nausea kept getting worse.

The Prince was comfortably seated in a chair opposite Rosalia. He was smiling all the time as if he wanted his portrait drawn with a smiling face, but it was like a hardship for Rosalia.

I didn’t know you’d smile like that.

Rosalia, who plucked up her courage and looked at the prince, quickly turned her eyes away. She felt like she was going to throw up.

It feels real…

She was desperate.

She skipped breakfast today because she might get nauseous because she’ll get bloated. However, even if she didn’t eat, she still felt nauseous.

Not surprisingly, the cause of the phobia was Prince Lucian.

A high nose bridge that descended smoothly as if carved by a chef cutting hard butter with a bright blond that shone as if pickled in the finest honey. Blue eyes that were full of feeling. In addition, the corners of his mouth gently rise as if applying a lot of butter.

Lucian Rosenthia was the crystal of feeling.

Rosalia thought of something else in her head, pretending to draw a line with a pencil on the white drawing paper.

“Why do people express Prince Lucian as cheesy? Is it because they are loyal?”

There was Prince Lucian’s polar fan club, which was full of laughter. The girls described Prince Lucian as possessing the greatest beauty in the world.

They liked to call Lucian by the nickname “Prince of Honey.” It was because he seemed sweet as honey. The fact that he has a good personality and a soft tone and is great also contributed to his being called “the honey of all people”.

But Rosalia thinks Lucian was the “Prince of Butter.”

The reason is because he is completely brilliant. He was glowing from head to toe as if butter, which had been left at room temperature, had been applied all over his body.

“The Prince, isn’t he cheesy?”

However, when Rosalia carefully presented such opinions to her friends, they all seemed puzzled.

“The Prince, cheesy? He’s not like that at all.”

Everyone spoke strangely, and even Sasha opened her eyes wide and asked back.

“Prince, doesn’t he look cold?”

Rosalia asked Sasha, wondering if she is serious.

“Sasha, are you kidding?”

” It’s true. I’m scared if he doesn’t smile.”

Meanwhile, Sasha told her what she heard.

One student said to the prince: “I think the prince has a very good personality.” When he said, “You’re always smiling,” Lucian said, “When I don’t have an expression, people think I’m angry but I’m not. I don’t like to be guarded, so I try to smile.”

So, in short, everyone disagreed with Rosalia. Prince Lucian was still the Honey Prince.

“It’s butter…”

It was so stressful that she couldn’t express this unsatisfied opinion to others.

Lucian asked Rosalia if she found that she suddenly felt frustrated at the thought of Lucian and had stiffened with a serious expression.

"Lia, are you sure you’re drawing my face right?"

Rosalia felt nauseous again at the friendly voice.

I really hope you’re not talking to me…

Even the relaxed tone was too greasy. That aristocratic, no, regal tone. Serious and elegant way of speaking.

It felt like pouring a bowl of sizzling butter in her ear.

Rosalia swallowed her dry saliva and suppressed the urge to vomit. Then she responded with difficulty.

"Yes."

"May I look?"