Arnold carried her sideways.

The moment Rishe swallowed the situation, she let out an all-out scream.

Hi-higyaahhhhhh!

Arnold looked down at Rishe, who was flapping her feet, with a poker face.

Dont mess around, else youll fall.

What, uh, yeah, cause what the hell is this?

You cant get it up, right?

Arnold said and began to walk briskly in the so-called princess hug state.

No way!

Realizing that she was being taken straight to her room, Riese turned pale.

AhIm going down, let me down, please let me down! Dont worry about it, I just need to rest a bit and Ill be fine!

Again, dont struggle too much.

Even if I struggle violently, youre holding me so tightly, so who are you trying to scare?!

Unable to speak, Arnold gave her a dumbfounded expression.

You know what? I cant just leave my fiance on the ground and go back to work, can I?

Indeed, common sense might dictate that!!

Rishe was unfazed by a few things, but it was just impossible under the current circumstances. After all, this was Arnold Hein carrying her princess style.

Her limbs were too weary to move and it was unlikely that she would manage moving by herself.

She seek help from her knight guards with a gaze, but the moment their eyes met, they shook their heads. They were desperate, too.

Someone, please!

No matter how much she screamed her heart out, salvation failed to appear.

Even the knights whom they rubbed shoulders with outside the training grounds looked in disbelief as if they were seeing something inconceivable and looked away from Rishe in a daze.

Arnold seemed to have chosen a less crowded route, but it would be impossible not to meet anyone by the time they have reached the detached palace.

Your Highness! Thi-the way youre carrying me must be too much of a burden to Your Highness

If thats what you think, you might as well just stay put.

Ugh

She wanted to tell him to put her down once more, but he was becoming detestably unyielding. At a loss, Rishe realized another huge problem.

Huh?!

Looking closely, Rishes left hand was tightly clutching the chest of Arnolds coat.

She seemed to have reflexively grabbed it the moment he picked her up. From there, unconsciously, she seemed to have kept her grip on it.

Her vision whirled in chaos. Whether or not he knew about Rishes inner turmoil, Arnold called out to her.

Speaking of which

Yes?

What did you want to ask me?

When he asked that out of the blue, she looked up at him without thinking. She had to look directly at Arnolds well-outlined face up close and personal, and immediately regretted it.

You mentioned it earlier during the sparring. Didnt you say you want to ask me something if you won?

You think Im in the mood to hear it in this state?

Hmm.

LOL!!!

In the end, Arnold noticed that Rishe was upset.

She was certain he found her reaction amusing. However, it was hard to protest openly when there was no doubt he was helping her out in her disability to move.

Rishe half-heartedly opened her mouth to ask a lot of questions in desperation.

When is your birthday?

Birthday?

Arnold wondered, and after a short pause, he answered.

The 28th of the 12ft month.

You were born in winter! What are your hobbies?!

Nothing in particular.

The things Your Highness likes to do!

I havent given it much thought.

So what type of woman do you prefer?

What are you asking me that for?