The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much

What? 

Carl Lindbergh was confident.

The emperor had already marked him as his son-in-law and had laid all the groundwork.

Carl turned his head, looking at Adrian who was grinning widely.

“Prince, please straighten your back a little more.”

“Oh, yes.”

Carl’s back straightened up.

The emperor’s driving force was truly like a bulldozer.

Although they had talked about it yesterday, Adrian came with the tailors this morning after the meal.

As the chief designer of the palace, it was his rule to measure the dimensions after the meal to make comfortable clothes. He asked how much they ate and what they ate, and checked if their bodies were swollen. It was a completely professional attitude.

“How about you wear a black attire because you have fair skin, and I wear a white attire?”

He was already tired of trying on hundreds of clothes at Lindbergh Castle and taking them off, so he was relieved to see only two mannequins brought in.

The attire with the same design but different colors appealed to Carl, and his heart was relieved.

The attire, which had a well-sewn line at the waist after falling straight down, had a good fit even for Carl, who was a layman in design.

Moreover, it looked light despite its thickness, probably because it was a winter attire.

“Did you raise them like they were fed with magic stones? The material is really good.”

“How did you know? They weren’t fed with magic stones, but they were raised by eating grass in the place where magic stones come from.”

Is that true?

Carl was so surprised that he didn’t know what to say.

He realized that he had made a mistake in thinking of this novel as just a simple romance novel.

In the world where the novel unfolds, the life of the people has various aspects.

He had learned from his experience in the western territory that Heineken was not a paradise where milk and honey flowed as he had thought, and he also learned that Lindbergh’s people were not just pitiful and sympathetic.

Moreover, the protagonist said, “Regardless of the color of the attire, we will wear a white wing collar shirt inside. The corsage will be a combination of Lindbergh’s emblematic orange rose and Heineken’s emblematic silver bellflower. Oh, since Carl has thin wrists, it would be nice if you could tighten this part a bit. If it flutters, the wind will get in.”

The Crown Prince, who recited the details of the attire’s sleeve, looked really excited.

Indeed, it was a royal wedding.

Despite his appearance of having a tough body covered in male scent due to exercise, he was meticulous in strange things. Carl Lindbergh was sure that the gap would be an attractive point to others.

Oh, yes.

He was like a male student in the physical education department who remembered his girlfriend’s menstrual cycle and gave her flowers as a gift. That’s exactly what he was like.

In hindsight, Carl Lindbergh apologized to his ex-girlfriends who had been hurt by his indifferent attitude. He had packaged his shallow affection with words like “I trust you” while continuing a lukewarm and bland relationship that was like water mixed with water or alcohol mixed with alcohol.

Watching Adrian, who could be easily appeased by small gestures despite his jealousy, Carl learned that the depth of affection and jealousy are not necessarily proportional.

He also felt uncomfortable when the maid blushed while measuring Adrian’s waist.

It was like imagining a day when a woman would be jealous of a mere male friend.

“The final fitting will be done the morning before the event, so don’t worry and eat to your heart’s content, Your Highness,” the designer said with a smile, looking back and forth between Carl Lindbergh and Adrian Heineken.

Banquets were rare, occurring only two or three times a year, due to the whims of the emperor, and the designer was tired of those who were having fun and couldn’t decide what clothes to wear while embezzling his salary.

But seeing young people who fit perfectly in front of him gave the designer inspiration.

The designer’s glasses gleamed.

Before starting the work, he decided to change all the cufflinks and button patterns.

Two wolves howling on a mountain top.

In Lindbergh, where Omega and women are all likened to flowers, he might not understand, but this was Heineken.

The two of them were like a pair of wolves.

Wolves frolicking daily between meadows and rocky mountains.

The designer, who was older than the emperor, promised to live long enough to make clothes for the baby wolves that would come out between them.

The royal head tailor, fists clenched, left the room with a mischievous grin.

After a morning of torment, the two of them, without any particular reason, plopped down on the creaky sofa.

“You said you will wait.”

Carl, with a mischievous glint in his eye, lightly poked Adrian’s side.

Adrian pretended to be tickled, but still held one of Carl’s hands firmly.

“Well, I thought, if you don’t want it, we don’t have to go through with the marriage.”

Carl asked Adrian, who had his mouth shut, with a teasing smile.

“What would you have done if you hadn’t found me? Huh?” 

Adrian, who had been serious when asked if he had tried to post a wanted poster for marriage fraud, chuckled and playfully snorted.

“Your wanted poster has already flown all over the city walls.” 

Adrian said, laughing at Carl, who was surprised.

“Wh-what?” 

Carl stammered, and Adrian teased him again.

“As the one who committed a grave crime against the Crown Prince, they were ordered that you be arrested as soon as found.”

“Really?”

“Really.” 

Carl Lindbergh, who had lived 27 years with diligence and trust, turned pale.

“They’ve collected all that now, right?”

Strictly speaking, it was not a wanted poster but a video, so it disappeared as soon as it was delivered. But for some reason, the Crown Prince didn’t want to tell him willingly.

“Hey! I mean, Your Highness Adrian.” 

Carl Lindbergh jumped up.

So, did everyone in the neighborhood know that he ran away?

“Your Highness, then won’t I be caught at the checkpoint as a person who committed a crime against the Crown Prince every time I pass through the city walls?”

Adrian raised his arms on the back of the sofa and crossed his legs.

“That’s right. It might not just be at the checkpoint. You might have to come back to the imperial palace every time.”

Carl’s face crumpled in dismay.

Although he was going to be the Crown Princess, he had his own life plan.

Even the Crown Princess is entitled to a vacation, so if he wanted to take a breather, he could travel, and Adrian might not necessarily accompany him at that time.

“So, am I really a wanted criminal? Can’t that be canceled?”

Carl asked, clinging to Adrian and begging him to cancel it.

Adrian found it funny that Carl was easily fooled, but he decided to stop teasing him because it might not end well if it went on for too long.

Adrian hugged Carl tightly.

“Well, your crime is pretty bad. It’s even listed as a royal decree.”

In the end, Carl Lindbergh thought he had to go to Emperor Glenn. He couldn’t live with a criminal label for the rest of his life just because he ran away.

Before that, there was also the question of whether he could become Heineken’s Crown Princess in his current state.

“W-what crime did I commit?”

Adrian smiled sweetly, and Carl’s favorite dimple on one side of his face deepened.

“The crime of setting the Crown Prince’s heart on fire and running away.”

Carl’s face crumpled beyond his control.

“You’re just playing around, really.” 

Belfry said as he witnessed the Crown Prince’s unproductive state and turned his steps back to Princess Leia.

“Setting the Crown Prince’s heart on fire.” 

Belfry rubbed the goosebumps from his skin as he repeated the crown prince’s words.

He had to tell the Princess about this. She was an alpha who could rival the Crown Prince, except for the Emperor, so maybe she could seek revenge for him.

“No, the Prince has probably punched him in the nose by now.”

Word had reached Belfry that the prince had faced difficulties in the western territory, and that he had cracked his assailant’s head open with a magic stone.

Belfry couldn’t rush to see him because the Grand Duke and the Duke were both stuck in the bedroom, but he was quite worried.

After hearing the news, Belfry went to see the Prince. 

He thought he was sweet and gentle, but he punched someone.

His brothers were all dominant alphas, the Grand Duke had all the instincts of a true alpha, and his lord was an alpha, so it was natural for him to admire strength.

In addition, Carl Lindbergh, who appeared with secrets attached, looked too small and fragile in Belfry’s eyes.

While thinking that he might be a little lacking as the Crown Prince’s mate, Belfry actively helped him out of loyalty to his lord.

In the meantime, he was impressed by the prince’s calmness in dealing with his own affairs after suffering so much in the western territory, starting with his bold escape and stabbing the crown prince in the back.

Was he hiding something strong and tenacious within him like weeds, as the Emperor had said?

Belfry smiled contentedly. In reality, what had truly changed his heart, more than such things, was the Prince’s statement.

“He said he would study magic formulas solely for the Empire. I wonder if the Prince is now determined to become the future Empress of the Heineken Empire.” 

For a devoted royal enthusiast like Belfry, the Prince’s words were very significant. Now he had decided to accept him as a member of the royal family.

Belfry, who was walking out of the palace with light steps, found someone sitting and crying near the back door.

“Prophet?”

“…

, Lord Belfry.”

The prophet, with her black hair raised on both sides and looking thin and pale as if she had fasted, crouched down, trying to stifle her sobs. When she saw Belfry, she burst into even louder tears.