The Countess and Alfred ( Historical Oneshot)

The Countess and Alfred

Japanese Name: アルフレッドと伯爵令嬢Writer: Kiyoshi Kajiki

Plot: The story of a man name Alfred, Who fall in Love with a countess.

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The Countess and Alfred

It resembles an angel.

I still recall my initial attraction to her.

Even though it happened quite some time ago, the encounter between Layraa, a Count's daughter, and Alfred, His Majesty the King's youngest son, was shocking.

Layra, come over and say hello to Alfred-sama.

Layra was led to the royal palace's garden by her father, Count Riedelstein, on a beautiful bright day.

She has porcelain-like smooth skin, long eyelashes the same color as her hair, blue eyes that catch your attention, and well-defined lips that appear moist. She has golden wavy hair that glistens in the sunlight.

She was even more stunning in her beautiful velvet dress, which is by no means ostentatious.

She was young, yet she graciously greeted me while pinching the skirt of her dress.

It's lovely to meet you, Alfred-sama. Lyra Riedelstein is my name.

I was astounded as if I had been hit by lightning when she stated that while grinning.

He had been presented to many daughters of respectable families before, but he had never encountered a girl who was so stunning, astute, and exquisite.

I was too young to respond intelligently to Lyra's warm greetings. My first love must have startled and embarrassed me.

Alfred says, "Nice to meet you.

Lyra extended her hand as if she were asking for a handshake in response to my unpleasant response and smiled very broadly.

When I realized it, I was ashamed of how naive and inconsiderate I had been. To make up for that error, I awkwardly kiss the back of her little hand.

Oh, I'm grateful, Alfred-sama.

I'd like to think that Lyra, who responded in confusion with slightly reddened cheeks, wasn't being pretentious.

Lyra and I started our secret days the next day.

Lyra visited me every three days starting the day we met.

Every time, we gather in a backyard with few trees of a regal palace.

Layra frequently brought me sandwiches that the house cook had made.

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Would you like to have one, Alfred-sama?

Lyra blatantly places the cut sandwich in front of my mouth after saying this. I hurriedly looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then I ate the sandwich right out of Lyra's hand. I licked her finger as well.

"Kyaa!" She cried a little, painted her cheeks blazing red, and removed her hand. Lyra looked at me and grinned frightfully. I smile back at Lyra as I also stare at her.

I couldn't help but laugh at Laila's timidity.

Such bittersweet days persisted till we reached adulthood.

I grew up gorgeous in my own way as a young man.

Sharp eyes, a figure that is well-built and sturdy, black hair that is lustrous like obsidian, He had a reputation for having a noble and graceful manner that belied his wild look, drawing a steady stream of women to the royal court.

There were times when I was the focus of visits to the royal palace from the girls of various respectable households.

Although I belonged to a poor class, the majority of the daughters treated me with decency toward me as the son of His Majesty the King. However, some of them only gave me a cursory greeting before wrapping their arms around me and pressing their full breasts against me. Some people show up, but they find it uninteresting.But no matter how seductive and lovely the young lady in front of me was, they're only a potato.

No matter how long it took, Lyra was the only woman in my eyes.

Even after Laila reached adulthood, she continued to visit me.

As we became closer, we went on dates in the garden hideaway and slept on her lap.

Lyra always listens to me with a smile on her face. I also listened to Lyra's problems and daily activities. The two of us then eat a sandwich together while laughing and giggling.

Occasionally, when Lyra and I were having fun, I would joke-kiss her on the cheek. Lyra never objected.

I might have misinterpreted Lyra's emotions as a result.

She kissed my cheek, bent her head sheepishly, and I started to really adore her.

The sky was covered in ominous, gloomy clouds throughout the day.

We were having our customary backyard rendezvous when it started to rain, so we ran inside to the covered pavilion.

She appeared wonderfully seductive with her slightly damp clothing adhering to her skin and drips pouring from her golden hair.

My breathing gets labored, and my chest aches. I automatically clung to Lyra's body, unable to stand it. I began licking her earlobe erratically when she became wet from her rain. Then, she began to nibble on her lovely lips. It was a rough kiss that was left.

But at that precise time, she rejected me for the first time despite never having done so before.

Saying, "Ah, Alfred-sama, please stop!"

I was ejected with more force than I anticipated.

Despite becoming wet in the rain, Laila flees.I struggled to recover from my amazement at Lyra's rejection.

I kept my gaze fixed on the astonished and remote dress' shadow.

Although I was ready to say goodbye to her forever, she returned a short while later as if nothing had occurred. I was ecstatic and vowed never to scare her ever again.

Years pass, and I continue to guard His Majesty's bedroom. He was given a large number of brilliant subordinates, and he led them in eliminating those who attempted to threaten His Majesty one by one. I was appointed to the position of imperial guard.

My risk-taking work became well-known across the royal court, and I gained enough notoriety that I deserve.

Lyra continues to drop over every few days to see me.

I made the choice to ask her out at our subsequent meeting.

However, during our subsequent encounter, while I awaited the ideal opportunity to propose, Lila reddened and hesitantly murmured,

Hey, I think I'll get married to the Crown Prince.

I was stunned and was unable to respond for some time.

In other words, my older brother, the crown prince.

Lyra met with my older brother in addition to our daily meetings.

However, I was unable to bring myself to harbor resentment toward them.

I adored my oldest brother just as much as Lyra.

My older brother is a genuinely deserving candidate for the position of the next king; he is attractive, kind, strong, and considerate. The perfect match would have been Lyra. Even though I'm the same king's son, my older brother, who will be the next king, should be far more pleased to have Laila as his wife than I am, who is the least important and merely serves as a royal guard.

Before I made the proposal, I was inconsolable.

I can't bear my regret and grief.

Laila, congrats on your marriage, from your brother.

I stated that during their wedding while turning away.

The joyous voice of my older brother can be heard on my back.

I appreciate it, Alfred.

I felt such a wide range of difficult feelings when I saw the two people I love looking so pleased; I wanted to see them forever, yet I never wanted to see them together.

I focused on my work after the wedding, attempting to keep my eyes off the happy couple.

My employment was exceedingly busy at that time due to an assassination attempt on His Majesty the King by a foreign nation. However, since I am the fastest and strongest person in the kingdom, hired killers are actually not a threat to me.

One by one, the intruders were apprehended and imprisoned.

His Majesty the King then became concerned for me and brought me various marriage proposals. However, I was not enthused about any marriage proposals and ended up turning them all down right away because I had already lost the ability to see any existence other than Lyra as a woman.

I'll be alone for the rest of my days and will pass away still harboring a secret love for Lyra.

I decided what to do.

My proud black hair has mostly turned white over the years, and my face has several wrinkles.

Lyra is still young and stunning, and she occasionally visits me in her role as the Crown Princess.

"Good day, Alfred. What's your state of mind?

"Good day, sister-in-law.

I cautiously and formally accepted Lyra as the crown prince's younger brother.

Of course, they no longer enjoy lunches together or even give each other cheek kisses in jest. On my walk home, she extended her hand, and at most, I could softly kiss the back of it. I put all of my heart and soul into that little kiss, though. Even though I realized it was only self-gratification, I still want to send you a small portion of my heart.

I had such flimsy hopes.

I will be unable to express this wish for the rest of my life.

I was still completely focused on my work after that.

I was forced to drown in work in order to forget how much I loved Laila.

His Majesty the King, guard my father's life and vanquish the adversary.

That was the only reason I existed.

But I eventually became unwell one day.

The doctor who checked me said my renal function was nearly nonexistent.

declared to have a brief lifespan.

Lyra came to me when I was unable to even lift my head. She is a mother of two.

Laila, my beloved, and the offspring of my loving brother. Nothing prevents it from becoming charming.

Each youngster took turns holding me.

"Mr. Fred, please recover quickly."

I started crying as soon as Lyra's children stated that.

They are good kids who are trustworthy. This nation's future must be assured.

I can no longer heal. Even though it was simple for me to say that, I summoned all of my remaining effort to smile and respond in the exact opposite way.

I guess I'll be okay shortly, thank you.

But Lyra had to be aware. She is giving me a red-eyed stare.

Lyra gripped my hand firmly while she sat next to my pillow. She then lovingly touches my face with her lovely hands.

"Alfred-sama... Alfred, no. More than anyone else, I adore you. until now and moving forward. At all times.

Lyra murmured as she gave my eyelids a light kiss. It was the word I yearned for beyond all others.

It is not required to be knotted. Those were the words I desired to hear.

I was experiencing the happiest time of my life when I slowly closed my eyes.

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Following that, the king's words were inscribed as follows on the tomb's headstone, which was discretely constructed in a corner of the royal residence.Our cherished son, AlfredThe bravest Labrador Retriever in the nation, please.

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