The Civil Officer Can Have Sweet Dreams Chapter 7

Priscilla's lunch break is an hour after 1PM. Her superiors told her, ‘When you take your break, take it for an hour exactly,' because work has been busy. Around the time she started working, she felt that break of hers was too wasteful, and would work regardless if she was on break, but her seniors forcibly hauled her over to the cafeteria.

When around half a year had pa.s.sed, Priscilla too began to treasure her break, thinking Should I properly rest?, so whenever she had extra time, she would do jobs she enjoyed. For example, she would clean every time she were to meet Cleatt, feeling a change of mood.

Her seniors had already given up on stopping Priscilla, and they allowed her to spend her break however she pleases.

And so, for the entirety of that one hour, Priscilla was in the doc.u.ment storage room.

She didn't know when Cleatt would visit, so when the time came, she would hurry on over as soon as possible. One time, Cleatt was already asleep on the couch when she arrived late, and Priscilla, who had a strong sense of responsibility, promised in her heart, I definitely have to come here earlier next time, upon seeing his sleeping face.

Whenever her break came around, she heads on over to the familiar room with bread and sweets in hand.

Priscilla's destination had leaked to her coworkers. She might be meeting someone over there. She perfectly knew that they imagine it to be a love affair of sorts, but even if she were to tell them the real reason, she couldn't so she just let them a.s.sume whatever they pleased.

Lucott Kingdom is an a.s.sertive country when it comes to love, so there were a lot of people whose behaviors were like Priscilla's. Even the Royal Palace was a place where people constantly talk of so-and-so being lovers, breaking up, or two-timing, like it was natural. Priscilla herself doesn't particularly stand out. But because her partner was someone important, she felt that her coworker were worried rather than being as curious as other people.

There have been times she heard her friends say, Because that personality of yours is so serious and not as uninhibited when it comes to love, you might often be conveniently played with by Cleatt, what with his high position.

Whenever they said that, she would reply, I'll be fine. Lord Brody knows it very well, but the truth is that she only helps Cleatt rest so she didn't feel uncomfortable about it whatsoever. Of course, Cleatt also knows about the rumors, but he never showed an ounce of worry, so she also thought, It's not like that, and felt at ease.

Inside the room, Cleatt has yet to arrive, and so she sat down on the couch. And just like that, she ate the bread she brought as she stared, absentminded. There have been many times he would arrive 30 minutes later. Deep down, Priscilla thought, He could only rest for 30 minutes, and how regrettable that was. But seeing as Cleatt thinks he can rest for 30 minutes, Priscilla knitted her eyebrows, thinking otherwise.

When Cleatt entered the room, Priscilla greeted him, saying Thank you for your hardwork. Cleatt replied, Yeah, good work, as he went straight to the couch, lied down on Priscilla's lap without warning, and let out a small sigh.

“Today was tiring as well, wasn't it?”

“It was.”

When Priscilla put her hand on his head, Cleatt's body lost its strength, and he smiled wryly. There were times his fatigue would get better for a few days following his visit to this room, but Priscilla knew from the numbness of her hand that he would end the day tired.

Every time Priscilla felt that numbness, she thought, Is there nothing to be done about this? and would just sigh — Nothing came to mind. She herself wasn't reluctant if he were to request to meet outside of working hours, but Cleatt hadn't said anything, so she couldn't possibly say it either. To the utmost, this was just a job allowing her to help her superior officer rest. Moreover, after chatting with him, it seems that Cleatt has been working so late that he has no time to return home, meaning he usually doesn't rest either.

In the end, the only time that Cleatt spends with Priscilla is during this break.

After putting her hand on his head, Cleatt was instantly drowsy.

“Would you like a cookie?”

When Priscilla brought out the sweets she brought with her, Cleatt took one with no hesitation, and ate it. In the beginning, having a man leisurely rest his head on her lap was unnerving for Priscilla, but after a few times, she grew accustomed to it. But it felt mysterious. It didn't feel real to have someone out of reach dozing off on her lap. Despite the man's warmth and weight firmly pressed onto her lap.

The cookie was covered in sugar, so Cleatt's hand was covered in it. When Priscilla took out a handkerchief, and wiped his hand, Cleatt shook, laughing.

“Is this how you always took care of your brother?”

“I'm sorry, I unconsciously…”

“When you're here, I feel like I've become your brother.”

“I'm sorry…”

“It's fine, it's not like it ruins the mood. I'm the eldest son, and my parents were strict with me so it's refreshing to be treated like this.”

Cleatt was laughing, amused, but she reflected on unconsciously treating someone who's 10 years older than her like a younger brother. She didn't mean to do so, but having taken care of him for so long, Priscilla herself was aware of her disposition to looking after others. This was something often mentioned even by her friends, and her juniors at school. Though because of that, her juniors have grown attached to her.

“Seems to me you have a good relationship with your brother.”

“…That's true. We've been together since he was very young.”

Even though he was sleepy, Cleatt chatted with Priscilla just a tiny bit. Today's topics were family, sweets, and the weather. Both of them never talked about work. As for Priscilla, her trivial complaints about work weren't important enough to let Cleatt listen to them while his work was not only on the same level as the country's secrets but was also related, so she couldn't ask out of fear.

As they talked about trifling things, Cleatt gently fell asleep. Priscilla quietly watched his sleeping face with her hand on his head. She wished for the fatigue she felt with her hand to fade even just a bit while thinking, It would be great if he could spend more time resting.

It would be great if Cleatt could sleep for much longer.

Priscilla felt warmth being transmitted through her lap and her hand as she smiled, worried.

For Cleatt, this time was an extremely effective recess, and for Priscilla as well, this time was special. To heal others was not only calming, but also filled her with happiness.

However, holding back her true feelings was definitely difficult whenever she spends time with Cleatt. She didn't want to inconvenience him, so she decided not to say them as well as to not let it show in her actions, but only when Cleatt is asleep do her vague feelings of love slightly show through.

An intelligent, calm adult whose manners were excellent, but possessing a wonderful face she could easily touch — When with such a person, one can't help but come to like him. She wouldn't go so far as to call it puppy love, but for Priscilla who had no resistance to men, liking someone this much, and also becoming intimate enough to spend time with just the two of them was a first for her. It doesn't have that love component that everyone believes they do, but being able to help the person she loved was happiness for Priscilla.

Of course, she never thought to become Cleatt's partner. She thinks their positions are too far apart, and that a woman who possesses intelligence and beauty, without any faults, would surely be his partner. Thinking that, her heart felt slightly pained, but Priscilla understood her own position.

Priscilla happily watched Cleatt's sleeping face while thinking, It would be nice if our time together could continue on for much longer.

“You've been in a good mood recently, Cleatt.”

At night, Cleatt raised an eyebrow at Henry's words as he joined him for a game. Henry was skilled at the it, and there were only a few within the Royal Palace that could go against him. One of those is Cleatt who would sometimes be summoned for a match.

If he had the time for that, he would rather work or sleep, but Cleatt himself doesn't particularly dislike a game where he uses his head, and because they also talk about work during that time, he goes along with it, considering it's within acceptable limits.

“Is that so?”

His mood getting better was all thanks to Priscilla, but Cleatt played the fool. Henry swung the chess piece in his hand around while grinning.

“Isn't it because you've been meeting with a young court lady every day? I'm quite impressed you had the time for that.”

For a moment, Cleatt almost choked at what Henry said, but showing one's discomposure was a pet peeve of his, so he pretended to keep his calm. When he glanced at him, the Imperial Knight Terriol who was always beside the Crown Prince's side looked at him, envious. Terriol was a man whose desire to marry was strong enough to say, I want to quickly marry a cute girl, but would occasionally voice his complaints about how he's unable to find a lover due to how busy he was. Henry, who doesn't particularly want to marry, and Cleatt would normally just halfheartedly listen to those words of his.

“Meeting up in the Royal Palace in broad daylight, huh. I wish I had your strength. Are you guys just playing around? That's rare of you to do, Cleatt. Were your bodies compatible?”

“Your Highness…”

When Cleatt turned to him with wide eyes, Henry was grinning. He wondered if it was okay for someone, whose admirable standing is that of a Crown Prince, to have this type of everyday conversation.

Cleatt sighed. He had expected others would gossip about Priscilla. But that doesn't mean he can't do anything about it. But Cleatt chose his precious rest over being a target of gossip. Getting caught in rumors with a court lady didn't particularly affect him. It would appear that having a supposed partner also helps reduce the amount of amorous glances other ladies sent him.

There wasn't much damage to Priscilla. Apart from what she thinks, her value went up instead. Because Cleatt Brody was her partner. The attention she got from other men increased, thinking a woman with such value had appeared. If a problem arose, he'd be able to use the Brody house's power to help her find a good marriage prospect.

In general, the Lucott Kingdom is a country that's broadminded when it comes to s.e.x. Everyone messes around every now and then, and it was normal for one to have s.e.xual relations with the opposite s.e.x before marriage. It was common sense to confirm their body's compatibility before marrying.

That's why it wasn't a problem for Priscilla to get caught up in rumors with a man. It may be a problem if she had a lover, or a person she liked, but based on what he's seen from Priscilla's personality, she wouldn't spend time with Cleatt if she had one. Cleatt was confident that she had no partner.

“Of course I'm a man. It's something I'm allowed to do. Otherwise, I wouldn't have managed a change of mood. That's because a certain someone gives me a lot of work.”

Cleatt moved a piece while talking sarcastically, and then Henry's earlier teasing voice changed into a slightly calmer one.

“I only managed a glance, but she looks like a diligent girl. If you're just messing around with her, don't let her fall too deeply, okay?”

When he raised his head at his voice, Henry shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

“I think you're a good guy. What do you think of taking this chance to get married? It'll get increasingly busy from here on out; you might pa.s.s the marriageable age because of that. Your family's worried as well.”

With Henry unmarried at the age of 27, it was a troublesome age of not wanting to marry when considering his status as the Crown Prince. He didn't want to say this to such a person, but for some reason, those words of his made his heart drop. Even if he was the Crown Prince, Cleatt wasn't one to just honestly accept Henry's words.

But those words surprisingly spread within his heart.

That's right, he thought.

He had the option of marrying Priscilla.

There was no love between them, so that's why Cleatt hadn't thought of this up til now. But if he did marry, he could really only marry Priscilla, right?

Already, he's unable to to part with Priscilla, with those hands of hers, right?

If she married another man, she wouldn't be able to spend time with Cleatt anymore. But if they got married, those hands would always be his. Not just the short time they get during lunch, but even every night, she'd be able to give him peace of mind. How helpful would they be in recovering his strength? How efficient would he be if he could do his work with a clear mind? He felt he'd be able to do anything even if work increased even more than it already is, or a difficult problem arose. When he thought about work, marrying Priscilla was the best measure. Although he'd like to apologize for her hands to be his only objective, this was Cleatt's true feelings.

Moreover, Cleatt doesn't harbor any ill will towards Priscilla. He was indifferent to her with the exception of her hands, but her family was sincere and proper though of a lower rank, and her appearance might not be special but her calm demeanor was close to his preference. Plus there's no problem with her personality. A kind girl. He knew that very well even though they've only spent little time together.

Priscilla's hands were special. And there wasn't anything he was dissatisfied with Priscilla herself.

Was his motive dishonest? But how is this different from a marriage of convenience? It's the same as marrying a convenient partner.

Above all, if they were to marry, those hands would always be his when he's at home. Just how blessed would he be to have those hands wrapped around him as he slept til morning.

Glaring at the surface of the board as he pondered, Cleatt suddenly raised his face. For a moment, Henry unusually recoiled from that sudden movement.

“Your Highness. Do you think I'm suitable for her?”

“Y-Yeah. I do. That's why I said it. I even thought, How should I stop him from fooling around?”

“I see.”

Cleatt decided upon hearing his words, even though it annoyed him. The best thing about Henry is his discerning eye. In addition to his experience, there had never been a time he misjudged a person.

“Understood. I'll marry her. I'll tell her tomorrow.”

Cleatt said that so clearly that Henry, and Terriol, who was beside him, gaped with their mouth open.

“Eh, you want to get married?”

“Not entirely, but I decided upon hearing His Highness' words just now…”

“Cleatt… I wonder just how unfeeling you really are…”

“That's right, think about it a little more… There's also your partner's feelings…”

He didn't think that the usual thick-skinned Henry had any right to say that to him, but Terriol's words were right. He wondered what Priscilla would say. But he was confident in his ability to convince people. Also, the other person is a lady 10 years younger. Cleatt narrowed his eyes, thinking, It could go either way.

Y'ALL THEYRE GETTING MARRIED NEXT CHAPTER???? I'M EXCITED???? ALSO PRISCILLA LIKES CLEATT????? b.i.t.c.h I FEEL FAINT. Cleatt is so dense, which is funny. He keeps on saying all these good things about Priscilla, but it's obvious he's at least interested in her in that way. Also, I kinda wanna see a story with Henry. He seems like a cool guy with how rude he gets with Cleatt sometimes.

Also, schedule for this might either be: a) biweekly, or b) once a week. Depends on my schedule really since I have midterms again… But I'll try staying on schedule for this one! I'll do this weekly every Sat.u.r.day @ 11/12am PST just cause I love you guys okay (also cause I feel bad posting more of other stories D:) so let me know which is more convenient for you readers: 11 or 12 AM PST cause my timezone is PST.