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The day had passed very slowly. She'd never given him a look all morning, she spent her time reading in her room, with only Bernadette.
Adrien walked the streets of the city with Bruno to go shopping for the hiding place. That night, they would have stayed to check the women, but this afternoon they left Clovis, Edgar and Gerard.
He had to ask him what they talked about. He knew why the princess was so distant from him. What did he tell her? He made it worse.
> he said pretending nonchalance while he was chosing fruits.
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> He said resentful.
> He looked at him under the skin.
> He was sweating cold.
> He said serious and whispering.
> He complained.
He knew he did it in good faith, but he just ruined things.
How would he fix that trouble now?
> he looked at him strictly before he went away to look for the last things.
If only he knew, if only he had any idea what he had really done. He told his beloved princess that he had other women, she had never had anyone except him, who she had entrusted soul and body. How would he get out of this trouble?
They got on their horses to return to the shelter.
> Bruno said starting to go faster.
> Adrien noted.
It just looked like he had a stab wound in the middle of his chest.
> He said smiling and turning his back on.
For the rest of the time, they remained silent.
Adrien was thinking about the friend's words and what the lady in the Royal Company told him. Was she really taken by the prince? How could she say that? Did she tell her or were the conclusions of a person who was mocked by a good play?
They came and he was always more convinced that he should talk to her. The more he left her alone to her thoughts, the more he could not make it up to her. He wonder how much she'd blown it up.
He saw her sitting on the ground, her back on the trunk of the crying willow. He was going to get her, but he felt a hand blocking him.
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That was Bruno.
> He reassured him before he took his hand off his shoulder and walked back to Antoinette.
She had a book in her hand, but more than reading it seemed like she was just looking at it. She had eyes elsewhere.
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She didn't give him time to continue to flourish and forcefully closed the book. When she looked at him, he was banned by that look. It was cold and hard. The sky was ice again.
> Even the tone of her voice was more grumpy.
She seemed so impatient..
> He kneeled so he could look better in her face.
> She got up fast and lost his balance.
She was really furious as she struggled to drag her dress skirt into the tall grass.
> he chased her to grab her wrist but she retracted it immediately.
> She yelled at him.
She wasn't angry, she was disappointed and bitter. Maybe worse.
He looked at her and didn't know what to do.
How to apologize to a woman in love? Is it really possible to make it up?
> She seemed to spit poison.
> He asked crossing his arms to the chest.
> She tried to look elsewhere to give herself time to paint tears.
> He tried to get closer.
> She Stepped back.
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> she turned back on him.
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He, with his hand had touched her, too, so softly. How could he?
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> she turned towards him again.
> he Bitter smiled.
> She was shocked.
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He suddenly stucked. Now he understood. Or so he thought.
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Antoinette looked down.
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Adrien calmed down. He was doing it all wrong.
How could he possibly think he'd win by pushing her away even more with stupid charges? And then he wanted to win? It wouldn't have been a victory if he'd lost her.
His heart was bleeding enough to see her face shaken and her eyes shiny.
She wasn't a love-worthy, he had only felt it once and it went sideways. This was their chance and they couldn't send her away.
He couldn't lose his the market lady, not now that he had her and touched her, not now that he read a real feeling in her eyes, even if hidden by bitterness.
She was his. He was hers.
> As he talked about getting slowly closer to her, with fear that she might escape from him again.
But she didn't even come back when he stroked her cheek and looked for her blue eyes.
> He put his forehead on her and closed his eyes.
> He whispered again.
She remained still and silent. Then she closed her eyes and sighed.
> She put a hand on his on her cheek. > She slowly moved away from the young who opened his eyes to the loss of that contact.
He saw her walk away to get back in the house.
He didn't want to lose her like that.
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