The Crown Prince of France - Chapter 150

Chapter 150: I Want to Kiss Him... Ah—

After playing for almost half an hour, Princess Maria reluctantly got off the carousel, her heart overflowing with joy as if she had truly entered the Garden of Eden.

These fun-filled machines made it feel as though she was in a place straight out of a fairy tale. The person who invented them was undoubtedly a genius! She thought to herself, already rushing toward the next amusement ride.

On the "Happy Drifting" boat, holding a small umbrella, she sat side by side with the Crown Prince, drifting along the current and basking in the warm afternoon sunshine...

On the pirate ship, she clung tightly to the Crown Prince's arm, closing her eyes and letting out a high-pitched scream...

It was a real ship, hauled from the Seine River, powered by a steam engine turning a wooden wheel that rubbed against the ship's bottom, lifting it into the air again and again. Well, in reality, it only reached the height of an adult's chest, but to Princess Maria, it felt as if a giant were tossing her around, and the thrill made her heart feel as if it might leap out of her chest.

However, she didn't expect that there was something even more thrilling ahead.

That place was called the "Haunted House."

Over ten minutes later, Princess Maria, frightened by a red-faced devil with goat hooves, horns on its head, and holding a steel pitchfork, immediately threw herself into Joseph's arms, clutching him tightly, crying and praying loudly, "God help us! Wuwu... Drive away all evil spirits... Wuwuwu..."

Joseph had no choice but to instruct the workers responsible for scaring the visitors to leave, then carried the princess out of the haunted house. After a while, she finally calmed down, no longer believing that what she had seen was a devil, and her sobs gradually subsided.

At that moment, Maria, her eyes still red from crying, suddenly glanced at a sign not far away: "The Ferris wheel exists to help you and your loved one cross the sky. As the Ferris wheel rises higher, we get closer to God. When the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point, if you kiss the person you love, God will bless you and keep you together forever."

She hesitated for only half a second before suddenly standing up from her seat, pointing to the Ferris wheel, blushing, and whispering to Joseph, "Your Highness, would you like to go on this ride with me?"

Joseph had long forgotten the promotional gimmick he had made for the Ferris wheel, and without hesitation, nodded, "It would be an honor to ride with you, Princess."

Maria's heart skipped a beat. The Crown Prince had not refused to ride on the "machine that lets lovers cross the sky" with her, which meant he...

The young girl's face turned even redder, and she dared not think further.

Once the piston of the steam engine driving the Ferris wheel started its back-and-forth motion, the Ferris wheel began to turn slowly, making faint creaking sounds.

Joseph knew that Freyseler had conducted extensive tests beforehand, so the safety should be guaranteed, but the sound of the wooden joints still filled him with unease.

In the small observation cabin of the Ferris wheel, Maria sat with her head lowered, across from the Crown Prince, feeling the two of them gradually rising into the air.

She couldn't help but daydream.

When we get close to the top, what should I say to the Crown Prince, looking at him with affection?

"Your eyes are truly mesmerizing," maybe? No, no, better to say, "You are the most charming person I've ever met," or "Thank God for letting me meet you."

Hmm! That's what I'll say.

Then, perhaps he will take my hand, and if that happens, I should close my eyes and wait quietly.

If he doesn't move, then I'll lean in closer, very close. He shouldn't pull away, right... He wouldn't, surely not! Then I would... gather my courage and gently kiss his soft lips...

As Maria thought about this, her whole body felt as though she were burning with fever, flushed and hot to the touch.

Would he hold me?

Would he take the opportunity to propose to me?

Or would he kiss me back more forcefully...

Ah, what should I do? What should I do?

She felt an overwhelming sense of happiness surge through her, making her dizzy.

Hmm? Why am I feeling so dizzy?!

Maria suddenly felt out of breath, could it be that Alisa had tied her corset too tightly before they left Versailles?

She hurriedly looked up, trying to take a deep breath, but her eyes suddenly saw the people below, already as small as apples, and the treetops resembling grass clumps...

Her pupils instantly shrank to the smallest size, a wave of intense terror engulfed her, and her heart began to race madly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

This was the highest point of the Ferris wheel! I’m going to kiss him...

With that last thought flashing through Maria's mind, her delicate neck tilted, and she fainted, slumping against the seat.

"Eh?! Princess!"

Joseph was startled and quickly caught her. The observation cabin of the Ferris wheel was open at the top to reduce weight, and luckily she was tied with a safety rope, or she might have fallen.

Maria had imagined everything so perfectly, almost succeeding, but who would have thought she was afraid of heights...

It wasn’t clear how much time passed, but in a room at the Tuileries Palace, which had been converted into a high-end hotel, the two Sicilian princesses slowly woke up, the foul-smelling salts still lingering in the air.

She heard a woman in a white robe say, "Your Highness, the Princess must have been greatly startled and fainted. But now she should be fine. Rest well, and you will recover soon."

"Thank you for coming all this way, Dr. Perna."

Maria pieced together the memories from earlier and finally understood that she had fainted right at the critical moment of confessing her feelings. She felt both embarrassed and angry. If she weren’t so limp and weak, she would have slapped herself hard...

She looked up to see the Crown Prince by her bedside, looking anxious, and her heart suddenly warmed. His worry for me means he...

Joseph wiped the sweat from his brow. Who would have thought this princess was afraid of heights? Thankfully, nothing happened. If she had been seriously frightened, it could have turned into a diplomatic incident...

Dr. Perna silently packed up her medical kit, a little heartbroken. When she had been called here by His Highness, she had been a bit pleased, but now she had just treated his princess...

At this time, on a road 100 kilometers outside Paris, a convoy was speeding along.

In the middle carriage, a little girl, just over ten years old, wearing a pink long dress and with two colorful feathers in her hair, her bright blue eyes full of liveliness, and her face still round with baby fat, neatly folded Queen Marie’s letter and put it back into its envelope.

She looked across at the middle-aged man sitting opposite her, puffing out her cheeks as she said, "Count Farnano, my dear aunt urges us to hurry to Paris."

The middle-aged man nodded, "I’ve heard, the Sicilian princesses seem to be quite liked by His Highness the Crown Prince."

The girl raised her small nose confidently and said, "Auntie worries too much. Though my luck hasn’t been great, I have extraordinary charm. In the end, it will be me who wins His Highness's heart!"

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