“Greetings to the little moon of the Drachentia Kingdom, Your Highness the Crown Princess, may Lord Drachen always bless your day.” Said the man, Fuschia blinking fast before returning to her graceful form.
“May Lord Drachen bless your day.” Fuschia squinted.
“Ah, I’m sorry I was late in introducing myself. My name is Elysian Houwret von Bellrose, third son of Marquise Bellrose, I am a librarian in charge.”
“He's the son of Marchioness Bellrose, ha! The child of the woman who poisoned my baby, who also burn my tounge! Damn it, why didn't I know that Marchioness Bellrose's son was the librarian? If he tells his mom about my presence here, it would be disastrous. Should I just bribe him using money? Or should I threatening him? Argh, what should I do?!”
“Yes, nice to meet you.” Fuschia replied calmly, while Elysian was surprised.
Anxious Fuschia began to cover the books and ne
Fuschia clench her fist as Elysian began to talk.“That story… really intriguing. Where did you hear that story, Your Highness?”“Nah, it’s just from a romantic novel I read. So, just tell me, what kind of magic does the husband used?”“Well, I think there’s no magic involvement in this case.”“Impossible! Then what about when she slept with another man who had her husband's face? Isn't the wife being tricked with magic like hypnosis?”“What is hypnosis, Your Highness? That’s the first time I heard that word.” Elysian face look troubled. He became restless.“Ah! Are there no hypnosis in this world?” Fuschia drummed the table,“Hypnosis is a kind of magic to manipulate human brain. So the victim always obeys when they asked to do something. Like being controlled. Like being a puppet. That's why the wife feels that sh
Someone once visited me in the dungeon on the day I was sentenced to death. I didn't see her figure because I was too focused on feeling sorry for myself. But I remember what she said,“Your burden feels heavy because you are so weak. Be a strong person, then your burden will feel light. Even though my words are of no use to you now, I hope you can go as a strong person.” She said.“Who is she, by the way? I don't have any friends who are willing to visit me in that shabby dungeon. Hmm?”In this life, it would be nice if I could become friends with that person.I came back from daydreaming. And like the life of a princess in fairy tales, the servants rushed over to serve me right after I woke up. Washing my face, choosing a dress for the day, bringing food, combing my hair and so on. This luxury used to make me complacent. But this time was different. I will not succumb to luxury.And I hate to size up what bad inte
After dismissing her chambermaid unilaterally, Fuschia stuck in her room all day. Her apparent reason is that there are no servants to serve her needs such as changing clothes, grooming, and so on. For that reason, she missed the tea banquet’s invitation from Lady Bellrose – the second daughter of Marquess Bellrose. Of course, Lady Bellrose was furious even though she did not show it.Fuschia not even sent an apology gift to the Bellrose residence for her absence. This made other nobles present question their relationship.“That’s how it is, Your Highness. Wouldn't it be better if you sent a gift to Lady Jasmine Bellrose?” Albertus shows concern.“Hmm... what kind of gift is appropriate as an apology?” Asked Fuschia, her eyes still focused on the book she was reading at the moment.Her finger drummed the table rhythmically.“What about the pink ruby earrings that are being auctioned right now?&rdquo
“Your Highness, Albertus greet the little moon of the Drachentian kingdom.”“Oh Albertus, come in. And you guys… apparently are still sitting relaxed, huh?” Fuschia crossed her legs and smirk.“We have to get going to carry out orders, Your Higness. May the Lord Drachen protect you.” Sophie and Laura left Fuschia's room.Now, the only ones in the room are Fuschia, Merri and Albertus who are smiling warmly.Merri handed the financial record to Fuschia. The book is long and big but still quite light because it has only been filled with a few sheets. Albertus's eyes followed every movement of the book until it was on Fuschia's hands.“Sit down, Albertus.”Albertus was quite surprised. This was the first time a noblewoman had asked him to sit on the same level. Albertus stared. As if he didn't know what to do, Fuschia called out his name.“Hurry up, Albertus. I don't want my hea
Fuschia blinked repeatedly. Seems like her eyes are playing tricks.“Elysian? Is that you who hold my fall?”“Yes, Your Highness. Are you all right?” Elysian asked worriedly.“Impossible. What was that earlier? I see a blonde hair man right in front of my eyes!” Fuschia studied Elysian's hair more closely, but it was still dark brown, a trademark of the Bellrose family.“Haa... was that so shocking that I start hallucinating?”“What did you just do, Mr. Bellrose?” Albertus' voice sounded like a warning, which made Elysian release his grip from Fuschia's arm.“Shut up, Albertus. This gentleman just helped me. He was better than the servants here who were busy taking care of themselves. You're no different.” Fuschia retorted, then adjusted her posture.“Thank you Mr. Bellrose, please return to your position.” Asked Fuschia while smiling
Fuschia grit her teeth.“Ugh. Cuih! Because of his handsome face, his warm eyes, his gentle words, and his caring attitude, I was smitten with this bastard. Ha, it’s such a shame tho the face is cute but the inside is so rotten to the core.” Fuschia raised her head. She tried desperately to crack her sweetest smile. Even though it still looks awkward.Fuschia still not very good at hiding his emotion.“What’s wrong, My Fuschia? Are you sick? Why is your face so pale?” Hayden reached out his hand to brush Fuschia's cheek - who spontaneously bent back.“I'm sorry, Your Highness. I shouldn't have shown you my embarrassing condition like this. It's just that, recently I'm not feeling well.”“How can you let this happen, Albertus? What is your explanation?”While Hayden scolded Albertus by stuffing him with questions, Fuschia took back the breath she had lost due to nervousness
Why do I think that run away from this place is enough to give my son a decent life? Wouldn't it be better if he wasn't born? Because there is no guarantee that we can live in peace without being chased by Hayden and his troops. And even from the dangers of other humans who intend to harm us. Honestly, I'm not sure. Isn't death the wisest answer? 'Wow, why am I suddenly walking to the Green Lake again? Tsk, is my subconscious telling me to drown myself in that lake again?' The water in Green Lake is still just as warm as before. When the water level reached my knees, I looked back in surprise that neither the guards nor Merri had stopped me. I found no one there. It’s strange, but, 'Is this a sign that I'm free to die, now?' I walked further into the middle of the lake. The water has reached my chest. I feel my feet going numb. Ha! It’s ridiculous. Since went back to the past, death is such a trivial matter to me.
“You! Why are you coming out from there?” Fuschia gripped the man's sleeve tighter when she recognized who it was.“Your Highness?”“Wait, when did you change your clothes? And the hair,”“What do you mean, Your Highness? I've been wearing this shirt ever since morning.”“Impossible. I ran after you. And obviously, you're wearing a brown suit, not a gray suit, Sir Elysian.”Elysian looked confused. He scanned his clothes from up to down. Then he reached out his hand to calm the frantic Fuschia, but he pulled his hand back. He would not dare to touch this woman carelessly. Or else…Fuschia was still catching her breath one by one. The feet that she hardly ever used to run, did the heavy lifting of the day. She could feel her legs wobbly, failing to support her body’s weight plus her soaked dress. She wanted to drop her body to rest. But the appearance of the man, Elysian