A Blinded Prince’s Predicament

Hmm, after some thought, I decided it would be best to have him teach me how to conjure fire with magic first.

It was truly embarrassing to rub sticks together for fire in front of Maple last time!

With his eyes bandaged, Maple asked in confusion, “What was shaking just now?”

“Nothing,” I replied. “Perhaps it was an earthquake?”

“An earthquake?”

“Don’t worry about that. Get up and come to my bed first.”

I pulled him up, warmly inviting him onto my bed.

“You want me to come to your bed…? How could I possibly impose?”

“Just follow my lead. You can’t see right now anyway.”

—Then I can do whatever I want (crossed out).

Maple sat stiffly on the bed, his fingers nervously interlocked. This scene reminded me of something: a delicate, effeminate boy blindfolded. It would be perfect if I just added a rope to bind his hands.

“I feel like there are perverted eyes scanning me,” Maple said, his voice laced with unease.

“Those are eyes of care for a person with a disability.”

“You’re making fun of me for being blind.”

“You’re not blind forever. Don’t worry, Sharabelle said that as long as it’s not a witch’s curse, there’s a cure.”

“Isn’t she a witch herself?”

“Oh, right?”

Sharabelle had also claimed that my Imperial Father’s other children were all products of witches. But wasn’t she a witch herself?

I suddenly had a bold idea. ‘It would be great if you were blind on your wedding night too~’

“What did you just say?”

“N-no, nothing, nothing at all!”

I glanced at the doorway, and with a soft thud, the door closed on its own.

Maple flinched, startled. “Why did the door close?”

“It was the wind.”

I focused intently on the doorknob, straining my mind until it slowly twisted shut. I had only just awakened my magic, and it seemed precise operations still required more practice.

Maple shuddered again. “Why is the door locked from the inside?”

I teased, “So no one can disturb us, of course~”

His fair, slender neck visibly swallowed. This effeminate boy hadn’t even developed an Adam’s apple yet.

“What exactly do you want to do? I have an Imperial Sword, you know.”

“Pfft, who are you trying to scare? Why are you so nervous? Come on, let’s see if you can do a seiza.”

Without waiting for an answer, I began to bend his legs.

“You’re so boring!”

‘I love it when you say “You’re so boring” in that embarrassed tone (crossed out).’

“Just try it. Don’t tense your legs so much.”

As soon as I touched him, his lean calves stiffened considerably.

“Of course I’d react like this if you suddenly touched me!”

“Oh?” I stared at him with a knowing gaze. “You’re more sensitive because you can’t see, aren’t you?”

“Where did you learn such terrible lines?”

“What does it matter where I learned them? Just adapt!”

Maple remained silent.

After much squirming, his body finally relaxed a little. Despite his verbal protests, he ultimately let me arrange his posture.

“There! Who says boys can’t do a seiza? You look absolutely perfect now.”

‘(I can do it myself too).’

Maple looked utterly uncomfortable. “I find you truly boring…”

“Boring? Heh heh~ It’s a pity you can’t see. Otherwise, I’d make you look in a mirror and see your own embarrassed expression.”

“I’m not embarrassed, don’t talk nonsense…”

“Then stay put. I’ll ask Luo Bing’ai’er and your maid to come see if the Prince doing a seiza is adorable~”

“Hey! Get back here!”