The Civil Officer Can Have Sweet Dreams Chapter 9

The next morning, Cleatt was already waiting at the meeting place when Priscilla hurried on over.

“I apologize.”

“It's fine, you came just on time.”

Cleatt smiled whilst looking at his pocket watch. Priscilla was charmed by his appearance for a moment. Cleatt's civilian clothes were neat as he said they should depart to inform their families of their marriage. Cleatt felt refined with his fine clothes, without the manner of a civil officer he dons at work and indeed like a n.o.ble, and seeing that appearance of his made her cheeks turn red. And at the same time as this, Priscilla turned worried, thinking, Is it really okay for me to marry this person? after all this time. With their extreme difference in status, Priscilla just couldn't think it appropriate for her to stand beside Cleatt. She was worried that he would be scorned behind his back for marrying such a plain woman.

Although Priscilla was going home, she didn't dress herself up too much. When she goes home, she plans on quickly looking for clothes for when she visits the Brody house. Priscilla recalled that she'll be sleeping over, and worried what kind of clothes would be appropriate.

Cleatt quickly got on the carriage, unconcerned with Priscilla's worries. Seeing his appearance, the words that Henry said yesterday– Cleatt has little emotion to him— flitted through her mind but Priscilla was grateful of this part of him instead. Allowing her to think that worrying is useless.

It might take about an hour to get to Priscilla's home. Inside the comfortable carriage that Cleatt had prepared, the two of them chatted for an entire hour for the first time. Up until now, they had only spoken about casual topics for just a little bit during her short break, just before Cleatt slept.

While appropriately answering his questions, it took just about an hour for Priscilla to inform Cleatt all of her life until now as well as her who comprises of her family. It was quite obvious how fast Cleatt's brain worked even though they were just conversing. Even whilst she thought, Wow, he's a really amazing person, she was also worried whether her family would be good enough. Of course, Priscilla loved her family so she's proud of them. But calmly considering it from Cleatt's point of view, they were a family, completely gentle with no ounce of brilliance.

When they arrived, both her parents, grandmother, younger brother, and the attendants all came out to greet them. Both her parents and grandmother murmured in surprise, “For Priscilla to marry the eldest son of the Brody house…” and casually smiled.

Although Priscilla never heard of it before, but Cleatt said that when his father Duran, the current head of the Brody house, was a new military officer, Priscilla's father who was still a boy at that time gave him bread that was half-eaten and as expected, even her optimistic father turned pale.

“I've heard that story from father, which is why I remembered the Land name–“

“I'm truly sorry for the half-eaten bread!”

When Priscilla saw her father apologize so gravely for the first time like so, she viewed this scene with a distant look. And thought this was something indeed her father would do.

Peter had grown every time Priscilla met him, and in her eyes, had turned incredibly fine. Her lovable, weak brother was a special existence to her, even till now. The 13-year-old Peter looked at Cleatt with a glitter in his eyes, and threw him a barrage of question on how he could become a knight. Priscilla's heart throbbed, waiting for Cleatt's reaction, but he dealt with her gentle family more than expected.

It seems that her family had put all their trust into this Cleatt. The Brody house' status was higher than the Land house' making it impossible to casually converse with them so the people of the Land house couldn't possibly imagine their daughter marrying the eldest son from such a house.

Moreover, Cleatt was an excellent man and a young vice minister who's said to even be the youngest in history. As expected, even her father, who lived feigning ignorance of the n.o.ble life, had heard of his name.

Seeing such a person for the first time, Priscilla still didn't feel anything even if he was in front of her. But Cleatt is an excellent man, as rumors were told and moreover, seemed sincere towards Priscilla so the atmosphere turned calm.

Either way, the Land house doesn't have the will to reject a proposal from the Brody house. Though if it was an extremely horrible man, her parents would rouse themselves and oppose it to protect their adorable daughter, but the moment they came into contact with Cleatt, their att.i.tude turned similar we shall do whatever you say, making Priscilla smile wryly deep down. She earnestly thought, As I thought, I have the same blood as these parents of mine.

In the middle of that, her family seemed the happiest hearing how their romance had started. They frankly told them the turn of events– That Priscilla heals Cleatt with her hands, and she had become important to Cleatt… Some of the more dramatized parts entranced her mother. Priscilla's mother's words, I'm glad your hands helped someone aside from Peter represented what she felt.

From now on till they get married, she wanted to keep the fact that there was no strong feelings of love between them from her important family members if possible. Priscilla herself doesn't mind that, but it would be better for her family to think they're in love, and will happily marry.

Her family has yet to ask questions about them but Priscilla deceived them by saying, “We don't have time right now so we'll tell you next time.” Most of all, Priscilla's problem is what comes after. Going to the Brody house, that is.

She told her mother that and hurriedly helped with preparations. When she begged Cleatt, asking, “Won't you tell me what kind of appearance a woman should have to not offend your family?” Cleatt put his hand on his jaw and pondered on it.

“That's right… It's okay as long as it's not too showy.”

“Okay, so she'll be fine then. She has no showy clothes anyways.”

Mother and daughter turned increasingly cold in one go at her father's thoughtless words, which shut him up.

Because not much happened with informing them of the marriage aside from this, the two of them returned to the carriage. Her mother told her, “Let's talk about the details of the wedding next time,” but the wedding hasn't completely sunk in for Priscilla. Her only thought was, Isn't it fine to not do it? It's quite out of the question for the Brody house' eldest son to not have a wedding but because of practicality, many people who work at the Royal Palace don't have weddings. In particular coworkers who marry would say, “It's cause I'm busy” and would continue on to say, “If it's going to be a modest one, then sure” but there doesn't seem to be any indication that's how things will be. Many of his subordinates might think it would be hard even for Cleatt to be sentimental about a wedding.

At the very least, that's what it seemed like to Priscilla. Even amongst her coworkers and superiors, a lot had gotten married this year without a ceremony. Ignoring those people and proceeding with her own wedding felt awkward. Another reason is her feelings of wanting a wedding weren't that strong to begin with.

It's not like the dress that the ordinary Priscilla wore didn't suit her, but because above all, standing beside Cleatt felt awkward. Moreover, every member of the Brody house would be gathered for the wedding. When she thought of how they would receive her, just imagining it gave her cold feet.

When Priscilla heaved a sigh in her mind, Cleatt said in a gentle voice,

“Your family's nice.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I can say that I get along with them pretty well. I know it's true because you were raised within that environment.”

“Thank you very much.”

She was really happy for him to praise her family. Even more because she had been worried what Cleatt would think of them.

“Your brother's also a good kid. I have no male siblings so it was refres.h.i.+ng.”

“But you have a younger sister, do you not, Lord Brody?”

“Yeah, two of them actually. Though both of them are already married. Although things have progressed this much, it still hasn't really registered in my mind that we'll be getting married but when I thought of how Peter will become my brother upon seeing him, it felt strange.”

“I apologize. For his barrage of questions about wanting to become a knight.”

“That's to be expected of his age. He might trouble my father even more when they meet. Since he's someone who thinks it's his mission to turn men into military officers when he sees them.”

Priscilla raised a brow because Cleatt smiled wryly. Wouldn't it be extremely difficult for Cleatt to become a civil officer within that kind of house?

“If a boy is born, I'm sure he'll cause a huge uproar.”

Priscilla kept her calm upon hearing Cleatt casually say such words but in the end, her cheeks still turned red. Even Cleatt, who had said that in such a carefree manner, noticed what he himself said and blushed up to his ears. An awkward air similar to shyness fell within the carriage.

Children.

It was to be expected for that topic to pop up since they're going to get married, but it still felt too early for them.

“…Priscilla.”

“Y-Yes!”

Having her name called, Priscilla unconsciously replied too energetically. To be quite honest, it was still unusual for Cleatt to call her name, and shook her. Whenever Cleatt addressed Priscilla, he would always use “you” and sometimes, he would call her by her family name, “Land.”

Though it's a wonder if Priscilla understood the reason for getting shaken. Cleatt also smiled, slightly troubled.

“You too, try calling me Cleatt. Especially since we'll be going to my house after this.”

“That's true. I understand.”

Priscilla slightly murmured a “Lord Cleatt.” When she murmured it multiple times, trying to get used to the feel of it, Cleatt blinked his eyes drowsily. Seeing his appearance, Priscilla finally realized that in order to make time for today, he worked late into the night and hasn't gotten much sleep.

It would take probably an hour to get to Cleatt's house.

“Uhm, Lord Cleatt… Since we're not there yet, what do you think about sleeping for now? You've been working since evening, haven't you?”

When she called out to him, Cleatt slowly looked towards Priscilla. To keep up appearances, they didn't spend their recess together. Priscilla immediately saw that the current Cleatt wanted to sleep.

“If my lap is suitable enough…”

When Priscilla moved to the corner of the seat as she said that, Cleatt meekly got up from the seat he was on opposite of her and put his head on Priscilla's lap, lying down. Probably because it was the same as the small room, Cleatt also let out a sigh of satisfaction despite the narrow carriage.

An indulgent feeling arose in Priscilla's chest, I want to see this person peacefully sleep on a normal, wide bed. At that moment, Cleatt lightly wrapped his arms around Priscilla's waist. And further pressed into Priscilla's chest.

Even though he's never touched her like this before. This is definitely because they'll be getting married. Because Priscilla has become Cleatt's possession.

And also because Priscilla was going to become Cleatt's wife. Not because she's only allowing him to rest.

Priscilla softly placed a hand on Cleatt's head and with her fingers going through his hair, gently brushed it. Their positions weren't that of a superior and his subordinate. Only because she always puts her hand on it.

Probably because Cleatt realized the change in Priscilla, he buried his face in her stomach and slightly smiled.

Ah, so this man will become my husband?

Priscilla felt like crying a bit. With such a happy feeling, she prayed that her future husband would be able to rest peacefully as much as possible while she continued to gently brush that light brown hair.

Cleatt immediately fell asleep on Priscilla's lap.

When the carriage stopped, Priscilla hurriedly woke up Cleatt. Cleatt, who had slept more than usual, was in a daze despite waking up so Priscilla unconsciously reached out and put into order his hair that slightly stood up, and the wrinkles on his clothes.

Cleatt, who was looking at this happen whilst at her mercy, narrowed his eyes and laughed when Priscilla finished fixing his appearance.

“Sorry, and thanks. I managed to get some good sleep cause of you.”

Cleatt caressed Priscilla's face once and escorted her off the carriage. Priscilla had turned red from her first experience of Cleatt caressing her face and because of this, her nervous from visiting the Brody house disappeared for a moment.

Okay, I'm gonna say it again. I was half distracted throughout this whole chapter so if something doesn't make sense, please do let me know. Also, as I said in an update post, but I'll repeat it here again just in case: I'll stop posting updates like that to make sure the site only has translation posts. I also post too many updates, that's why… So I'll only do that for so feel free to join if you aren't already.

But that aside, Y'ALL. PETER AND CLEATT ARE CUTE? ALSO CLEATT SNUGGLING WITH PRISCILLA? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. G.o.ddammit. I'm gonna say it now but Cleatt is like a tennen taras.h.i.+. j.a.panese word for those who unconsciously make people fall in love with them.