My feet walk towards Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee. They are talking in the garden. And since the real Csille is controlling my body today, my feet walked towards them.

"Hey, you two are here. I've been looking for you everywhere. What are you two doing here? Flower sighting?"

Csille forces herself to sit between Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee. The chair is a bench type chair. That's why I could sit in between them.

Farren stands up and does a little bow for me. My hands just waved at him and gestured him to sit down.

"The Crown Prince and I are just talking about the Vrawyth High School of the Nobles. I heard you also study there, Lady Lauretré." Farren answered.

"Of course, too bad the Crown Prince and I are not classmates. How about you, Farren? Do you go to school?"

Both Farren and Prince Fraser got silent! Who wouldn't? Csille just asked an insensitive question. Most people living here don't have the money to let their kids go to school. The same reason why the teenagers here started working at a very young age.

Great Csille! Out of all the questions, you would ask, you choose that one? Really?

Prince Fraser clears his throat. "Csille, what are you doing here?"

I look at Prince Fraser, and he glares at me. He's mad because of my insensitive question. He's also mad because I just interrupted his conversation with Farren. It's what I've written. In one of these moments, Prince Fraser will drag Csille away from here.

"What? Am I not allowed here? I just got bored and was hoping to talk to you two. We're all the same age, and I got tired of talking to older people. All they talk about is politics and such." Csille rolls her eyes.

"But it would be best for you to know politics Lady Lauretré. I'm sure it will be a big help in the future." Farren replied.

Of course, he will reply. He likes politics, and he probably won't like how Csille doesn't put importance to politics.

Csille laughs. "Oh no! I'm pretty sure I won't. Also, even if it came true someday, I have my father, the count, and even Prince Fraser to guide me. Right, Prince Fraser?"

Prince Fraser shakes his head. "Csille, can we talk for a minute. I need to talk to you about something."

My eyes blink twice. Showing that Csille, doesn't have any idea what does the Crown Prince wants to talk about. "Is there? Okay." Csille stands up and waits for Prince Fraser to stands up too.

Prince Fraser looks at Farren first. "I'll just talk to her for a minute." Before he grabbed my hand and pulled me to a corner, not too far from Farren's seat but far enough that Farren wouldn't hear a thing.

Fraser's grip on my arms tighten. "What are you doing, Csille?"

It's really true. The things I've written in my novel did really happen. I mean, I've seen it a couple of times already. However, I still haven't got used to this. It's like a cheat code. Well, not really since I couldn't do anything about what will happen. It's such a boomer.

Csille tried to let go from Prince Fraser's grip. "I don't know what are you saying, Prince Fraser. I just want to talk to the both of you since I'm already bored. Why are you mad? I didn't do something wrong."

"Don't you think, I haven't noticed? For the past two days, you keep interrupting my conversation with Farren. What's with you?"

Csille looks at the hands that are holding my arms. "Can you let me go first? You're hurting me."

After hearing what Csille has said, he immediately lets go of my arms. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

He was referring to the red marks on my arms. He tried to touch my arms, but Csille slaps the Crown Prince's arms.

"You should have told me you don't want me to interrupt you two. If that's what you want, then I won't bother you." Csille then turns her back at Prince Fraser and walks away.

I actually understand why he's mad, though. It's really rude to interrupt a conversation, Csille. You should know that. Didn't you learn it as a proper etiquette?

I tried to talk my ways to Csille, but she didn't hear me, I guess? Since my feet continue to walk inside the house. I could also feel a lump in my throat. Oh no! Don't tell me you are going to cry Csille Lauretré?

It's your fault, though. If you could just learn how to let Prince Fraser do his thing, then he wouldn't get mad at you. Farren is just a boy. Well, technically, he is a woman. However, you don't know that, right? So, why are you irritated when the Crown Prince is talking to him? It's just doesn't make sense.

Except if you could feel that Prince Fraser has homosexual tendencies? I shake my head at what I thought. Of course, I do know why the real Csille is wary of Farren. It's not because Csille thinks that Prince Fraser has the potential to be gay. It more like she just wants all the attention of Prince Fraser. Yeah, it's sounded like an obsession, or you could sugar coat as she was just too into Prince Fraser.

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"Csille, come in." I heard my father said inside his office.

He called me because he said he wanted to talk about something. Tomorrow we will be going back to the capital. The ship will take eight hours to get here from the Capital.

The count has called Csille to talk about the things she keeps doing these past few days. Csille keeps bugging Prince Fraser. Where ever Prince Fraser goes, Csille will be there too.

The count noticed it and called Csille to ask her what is she doing and why is she doing it. He will then grounded Csille so the Crown Prince will be in peace the whole trip to the Capital.

It's also a scene I've written, so I still have no full control over my body. Csille took a deep breath before entering the office of the count. She knew that something would not go the way she plans.

"Father, you called me?"

The Count raised his head from reading some paper. He then gestured Csille to sit down on the chair in front of his table. Visitors chair.

Csille obliged and wait for her father to talk. The Count loves his daughter dearly. However, it's different when she does things that are concerned about the monarch. And since Prince Fraser is the monarch future King, the Count wouldn't like to make the Crown Prince upset over what is Csille's doing right now.

"Csille, what are you doing?"

Csille looks at the Count confusedly. I have no words for the real Csille. How could she act like she doesn't know anything about what the Count is saying? She could be an actress in the real world.

I know, I've written Csille this way, but it's fascinating to see the character I made in real life. It's different when I write it.

"Don't use that to me. You know it won't work this time, Csille Lauretré!"

Oh no! The Count is already pissed off.

Csille sighs and looks at her father. "Father, I just want to talk to them. Is it wrong to do that? I'm tired of hearing you and mother talk about politics and some adult stuff. I want to talk to someone who's the same age as me."

The Count sighs. He regrets it. One of his biggest regret in life is not giving Csille a sibling. He knew that Csille is yearning for one. That's why he and the Countess try their best to give Csille all the best in life. It's what he is thinking right now. That's why he is silent for a long time. It's because he is thinking if he should ground Csille or not.

"Csille, I know you want to talk to someone your age, but the Crown Prince is different. You can't just interact with him if you will. Also, did you ask him if he wants to talk to you?"

My head shakes on his own. Of course, Csille didn't do that. Because she's thinking, why would she need to? She's the fiancé of the Crown Prince. Will Prince Fraser be bothered by her?

"That's the problem, Csille. You should ask first because if you keep doing that, tagging with them uninvited. It will bother them both. Sir Farren will be bestowed by the King as a royal knight, and the Crown Prince likes to be with him. It wouldn't be good to upset them both."

My eyes look at the Count. Csille is thinking, what does the Count mean?

"What do you mean by that father?"

"I want you to stay away from them for the whole trip. Csille, I know you only want to talk with people the same age as you. However, communication is two way. Didn't you see how you irritate Prince Fraser?"

The real Csille knows that; however, she doesn't care. All she cares about is she likes to be with Prince Fraser no matter what.

"Okay, father. I will stay away from them." My head keeps low. Trying to make myself pitiful so the Count would take his words back.

But it doesn't work. It won't work, Csille. You still need to stay away from Prince Fraser for the time being.

After saying my goodbye, my feet walk out of the office with a slumped shoulder. Well, it's inevitable. Things will happen as it is.

Tomorrow will be the day of our trip back to the Capital. Csille agreed to her father's order because she thought that after they went back home, she could have an opportunity to talk to the Crown Prince.

Too bad she'll get disappointed. After they come back, Csille and the Crown Prince will go back to the dormitory to continue their study.

As soon as I step my feet into my room, the real Csille, who is controlling my body, disappeared all of a sudden.

Finally! I could control my body. I slumped my body on the bed. I'm tired. I didn't know being not in control over my body the whole day is exhausting.

I just want to sleep. I am about to sleep when someone suddenly knocks on the door. I look at the door and sigh. Who the heck knocks on the door at this time? It's already ten o'clock in the evening.

As far as I know, after Csille talks to his father. She just went straight back to her room and sleep. Who knocks at Csille's door at night?

Mother? Maybe it's mother.

I lazily get up from lying on the bed and walks towards the door. It would be better if there's a peephole so I could see who's outside.

I don't have much choice then. I slowly open my door and leave a small gap. I put my foot behind the door, so the person behind couldn't enter my room.

I probably got traumatized with Prince Fraser suddenly barging in my room most of the time. I just hope it's not Prince Fraser.

But things didn't go as I like. I saw Prince Fraser standing outside my room. What is it again?

"Hey, can I talk to you?"

I want to roll my eyes at him right now. But of course, I couldn't do that. He's a Prince. What is it again, Prince Fraser?

I sighed and looked at the clock. "I'm sorry, your majesty, but it's already ten o'clock in the evening. I'm already sleepy. Can we just talk tomorrow?"

Prince Fraser looks at me and sighs. "It won't take long. Can we just talk?"

I fake a yawn. "I'm sorry, your majesty, I'm really sleepy already. Let's just talk tomorrow. I will be sleeping now, your highness. Good night Prince Fraser."

I tried to close the door, but Prince Fraser pushes it using his hand. "Are you mad at me, Csille? Is it because of what happened this morning?"

I stare at him and sigh. "I'm not. What right do I have to get mad at you? Good night your highness."

Prince Fraser is about to reply when I closed the door. I could hear him talk outside. After a minute, I heard footsteps. He's gone.

I'm not really mad at him. Maybe Csille is. But I'm not. It's just that I'm too exhausted, and I don't really have energy to deal with him tonight. Not today Prince Fraser. Not today.