SUMMARY: Griffith is interested in you but he doesn't let his feelings come to light, you on the other hand, who we will call a good spectator and/or you will only be spoiled at the candy table even though Griffith's emotions are evident.
In the castle’s great hall, the celebration for the victory in the Hundred Years War was in full swing. Nobles and knights chatted animatedly, raising glasses and sharing smiles. Griffith, dressed in his brand new gala attire, watched the scene from a safe distance, analyzing every interaction, every glance that crossed his path in the hall. Around him, the most influential men of Midland tried to capture his attention, seeking to gain the favor of the kingdom’s new hero. But Griffith couldn’t focus on their words. His eyes were fixed on Y/N. Instead of mingling with the nobility or flirting with the knights, as was expected of a lady on such a festive occasion, Y/N was at the sweets table, a table that almost seemed to overflow with fine treats. She looked absolutely radiant, carefree, and completely absorbed in her task of sampling each and every delicacy offered to her. Griffith, though he appreciated Y/N’s playful and freewheeling side, couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as she ignored everything else. “Even on such an important occasion…” Griffith thought, feeling his frustration growing. “Even right now I can’t have her full attention.” Determined not to lose her in the midst of that crowd, Griffith made his way to the dessert table with calculated steps, his face maintaining a calm and charming expression. He came to her side silently, watching her as she selected a delicate almond cookie coated in a fine layer of sugar. “Y/N,” Griffith said in his soft voice, his tone laden with an interest he couldn’t hide. “It seems you’ve found something you like.” Y/N looked up at him, her smile so pure and carefree that Griffith felt a flash of tenderness mixed in with her usual restraint. Without thinking too hard, she offered him a cookie. “Look, Griffith, this is delicious!” Y/N said, holding the cookie close to her mouth. Before Griffith could react, Y/N, with disconcerting ease, popped the cookie into his mouth, laughing softly as she did so. Griffith, surprised but not losing his composure, accepted the gesture gracefully. As the sweet taste of the cookie melted in his mouth, he felt something beyond the simple pleasure of the flavor. For a moment, all the frustration and jealousy he had felt dissipated, replaced by a warmth he didn't usually allow himself to experience. "It's delicious," Griffith replied with a soft smile, his eyes capturing Y/N's with an intensity he rarely showed. Behind that charming smile, however, Griffith swore to himself that he wouldn't let anything, not even Y/N's carefreeness, keep him from what he considered his. Still, in that moment, he let her enjoy her sweets, knowing that any attempt at direct control might push her away. Griffith,With his usual shrewdness, he understood that gaining her attention and affection required patience, and for now, he was willing to let Y/N enjoy her small victory at the sweets table, while he planned his next move. Y/N’s laughter filled the air, a light, carefree melody that contrasted with the solemn atmosphere of the hall. The nobles and knights surrounding them cast curious glances, surprised to see the serious and calculating Griffith engaging in such a casual gesture.
But Griffith didn’t seem affected by their gazes; his attention was completely focused on Y/N, who continued to sample the sweets, oblivious to the tension his gesture had created. Griffith, still savoring the cookie, watched as Y/N continued her culinary exploration, taking a piece of honey cake and enjoying it with obvious pleasure. To him, there was something hypnotic about the scene; the way Y/N could find joy in the simple, ignoring the conventions and expectations of high society, was a reminder of why he admired her, but also why he wanted her so intensely for himself. “Y/N,” Griffith said, leaning slightly towards her so only she could hear him. “I wonder if you would equally enjoy other, more… refined pleasures this table has to offer.” His words, full of subtle innuendo, had Y/N looking at him with a raised eyebrow and a playful smile. “More refined than these sweets?” He replied in a mocking tone, as he took a chocolate bonbon and held it in front of him, as if challenging him. Griffith smiled, but there was a calculating glint in his eyes. "Of course," he replied, taking the bonbon from her hand and bringing it to his lips, but not taking his eyes off Y/N. "There are many things in this life that can be sweeter than any confectionery, if you know where to look." Y/N watched him with a mix of curiosity and amusement, although something inside her noticed the tension in Griffith's response. However, as was her custom, she decided not to let seriousness take over the moment. Instead, she chose a particularly elaborate-looking sweet, covered in candied fruit, and held it up to Griffith. "Well in that case, Griffith, let me be the judge of those pleasures," she said, offering him the sweet, but this time keeping control of the situation. Griffith, agreeing to her game, leaned in to take it, but just as he was about to open his mouth, Y/N snatched the sweet away in one swift motion, laughing softly at the momentary surprise on Griffith's face. Griffith's smile remained, but his mind was working quickly, considering his options. "It's always like this with you, Y/N," he thought. "You always manage to keep me on the tightrope, but soon…" At that moment, a group of nobles came over to congratulate Griffith on his victory and promotion. Reluctantly, Griffith turned to them, returning the attention they required of him, but not before giving Y/N one last look laden with promise. Y/N, for her part, let Griffith attend to his admirers, taking the opportunity to continue enjoying the sweets on the table. As she did so, she couldn't help but reflect on the strange intensity she had sensed in Griffith, an intensity he rarely displayed in public. "Always so enigmatic," Y/N thought as she savored another sweet. But, despite the apparent nonchalance with which she moved through life, she couldn't help but feel that, at some point, her relationship with Griffith was changing. Maybe, after all, the war wasn't over, but had instead given rise to a new kind of battle, a battle of wills and desires, with Griffith and her at the center of it all. As Y/N thought about this, Griffith, now surrounded by nobles, was making polite conversation, but his mind wasn't there. His mind was still on Y/N, planning how he could, finally, make her see him, and only him, as the center of her world. The party continued, and though music and laughter filled the hall, for Griffith and Y/N, the real dance was only just beginning.
The celebration at the castle continued with great splendor, the atmosphere filled with music and laughter as the night progressed. Griffith, always the center of attention, moved gracefully among the nobles, charming everyone with his natural charisma. Despite the crowd and general fun, his mind was partially focused on Y/N, who continued to enjoy the dessert table in her carefree style. As the night grew deeper, Griffith found a moment to approach Princess Charlotte, who stood in a quieter corner of the hall. With his characteristic elegance, Griffith bowed to her, offering a smile that combined respect and a subtle hint of seduction. “Princess Charlotte,” Griffith said in a soft, captivating voice. “I am glad to see that you have found a quiet corner among all this hustle and bustle. Sometimes, a calm conversation is the best way to enjoy a celebration.” Charlotte, visibly delighted, accepted the invitation with a radiant smile. “Lord Griffith, you always know how to find the right words. “I appreciate your company.” Griffith took her hand with an almost reverential gentleness, leading her to his side and guiding her towards a more secluded area overlooking the illuminated gardens. As they conversed, Griffith spoke eloquently on topics ranging from politics to recent events, his words flowing with a charm that did not go unnoticed by the princess. As Griffith continued his courtship, he began to praise Charlotte for her grace and her intelligence, showing her special attention that seemed to indeed be genuine. Charlotte, charmed by Griffith’s attentions, laughed and responded enthusiastically, enjoying the conversation and the company of the handsome leader. However, as Griffith focused on Charlotte, he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of unease. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Y/N in the distance, still near the sweets table. Even though she was busy with her treats, Griffith felt her gaze like a constant presence in the corner of his consciousness. Finally, Griffith paused for a moment in his conversation and, without seeming distracted, turned his gaze towards the place where Y/N was.
He saw her clearly, her elegant and carefree figure contrasting with the formality of the other guests. Y/N was eating one last cookie, and her cheerful attitude was a mix of nonchalance and disdain towards the social norms that Griffith found fascinating. When their eyes met for a brief moment, Y/N looked up and held Griffith’s gaze. At that moment, Griffith’s expression subtly changed, and a spark of intensity flashed across his eyes. Although he maintained a courtly smile in front of Charlotte, Griffith’s gaze revealed a mix of emotions: a flash of frustration and a burning longing that he couldn’t completely hide. Charlotte, noticing the change in Griffith’s expression, softly asked, “Lord Griffith, is there something troubling you?” Griffith, returning to the conversation with his usual composure, smiled and shook his head. “Nothing at all, Princess. “I was just wondering if there was anything else I could do to make this evening an unforgettable celebration for everyone.” As Griffith turned his attention back to Charlotte, Y/N, from her spot in the distance, couldn’t help but notice the intensity in Griffith’s gaze. Though she didn’t fully understand the dynamic between them, her keen perception picked up on the shift in the atmosphere. “What’s going on with him?” Y/N thought, her eyes following Griffith. Something about the way he was carrying himself around Charlotte had struck him as disconcerting, and Griffith’s expression had been too telling to ignore. The night continued, and as the music enveloped the room, Griffith and Charlotte continued to converse, but Griffith was aware that even though he was courting Charlotte, his mind was partially occupied with Y/N and the intrigue she held for him. Finally, with the celebration in full swing and the pace of the night taking its course, Griffith knew he would have to find a moment to address what he had seen in Y/N’s eyes and sort out the emotions this night had stirred within him. For him, the night had only just begun, and the real challenge was yet to be revealed.
The party continued at its lively pace, and the atmosphere in the great hall was vibrant and full of energy. Griffith, though still chatting with Charlotte, was growing restless. He had felt the need to speak to Y/N after the look they shared, and the intrigue over how she was handling the attention at the celebration only heightened his curiosity. As Griffith politely bid Princess Charlotte farewell, with a promise to continue their conversation later, he made his way towards the sweets table, where he expected to find Y/N. However, what he saw as he approached surprised him and caused a spark of jealousy. A group of nobles, including some of the most prominent in the court, were surrounding Y/N. They were trying to catch her attention with a mix of praise, jokes, and gallant gestures.
Y/N, with her usual playful charm, seemed to enjoy the interaction, but she wasn’t fully immersed in the conversation; her gaze occasionally slid to Griffith, revealing a glint of interest in her eyes. One of the nobles, a man in an elegant velvet suit and a deceptively affable smile, was offering Y/N a glass of wine with a nod. “Lady Y/N, wouldn’t you like to join us in a more entertaining conversation? I’m sure we could offer you a much more pleasant evening than these sweets.” Y/N took the glass with a charming smile, but her response was playful. “I appreciate the offer, but I think sweets have an appeal that’s hard to beat. Besides, I’m quite fine with my current company,” she said, casting a quick glance towards Griffith, who was observing the scene from a distance. Another noble, with an air of sophistication, walked over and took her hand in a gentlemanly gesture. “Lady Y/N, I have always admired your ability to find joy in the simple. Don’t you consider it time you joined us and enjoyed a more… elevated conversation?” Before Y/N could respond, Griffith approached with firm, purposeful steps. His presence immediately altered the dynamic in the group, and the nobles, aware of their status and the tension implicit in the situation, bowed and retreated with murmurs of apology. Y/N, now alone with Griffith, looked at him with a mix of surprise and amusement. “My, it seems you have arrived just in time. Were you perhaps competing for my attention?” he asked, his tone light but with a spark of curiosity in his eyes. Griffith, though still maintaining his composure and elegance, could not hide a hint of frustration. “It seems the competition is gone,” he said, his voice laden with a mix of relief and disdain. “But do not worry, Y/N. My interest in you is not something that can be easily diverted by others.” With a graceful gesture, Griffith took Y/N’s hand and led her to a quieter corner of the hall, away from prying eyes. As they moved, his demeanor changed, becoming softer and more personal. “Did you have fun with the nobles?” Griffith asked, his tone now more relaxed but with an underlying intensity. Y/N smiled, enjoying the change in dynamic. “Yes, it was entertaining. Although, I must admit, I’m glad you came. I’m not quite used to being the center of so much attention.” Griffith looked at her with an intensity that made words seem insufficient. “You needn’t worry about that. Your presence has always had a magnetic effect, and not everyone can handle the competition.” As Griffith spoke, his eyes met Y/N’s, filled with a mix of admiration and desire that he made no attempt to hide. Y/N, sensing the depth of his gaze,Griffith realized there was more at play between them than just a night of celebration. “So, what do you have in mind for tonight?” Y/N asked, tilting her head in curiosity. Griffith, wearing a smile that reflected both his charm and determination, replied, “First, I want to make sure you enjoy the rest of the night. Afterwards, there are many things I would like to discuss with you, things that go beyond sweets and parties.” While Griffith and Y/N continued to converse in their secluded corner, the rest of the room was still lively and bustling with life. But for them, time seemed to have slowed down, with every word and glance loaded with meaning. Griffith knew there was a deep connection he needed to explore, and he was willing to do so, no matter what interruptions or challenges came his way. For Y/N, tonight promised to be more than just a celebration; it was the beginning of a new phase in her relationship with Griffith, full of possibility and promise.
Hello, I hope you liked the translation. Since I don't have a publisher yet, it's difficult for me to translate the stories, but I will try to bring you content more often.
