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"Aelia Lawson, since when did you learn to lie?" Aelia Lawson? The heiress to the Elshine Corporation? The one who ran out on her wedding? The nurse's love for gossip flared up again. That had been all over the internet at one point, and though the matter had died down, she still remembered vividly. She couldn't believe she would stumble right into the heart of the drama! Before she could listen anymore, though, someone called her away. The hospital was too busy, and nobody wanted her idling around.

He beckoned, like the devil at the door to hell. She fought for thought. “A few years ago, I saw . . .” She trailed off, shocked by what she was about to tell him. He stilled against her. “Don’t stop there, darling. What did you see?”He probs “I stumbled upon a stable hand. And a maid.”She stammers “Go on.”He Says She shook her head. “Where were you going?He whispers... “Looking for a place to read."Lady Margaret says blushing “It was raining, and cold. And my sisters were talking about boys and gossip. I needed space to enjoy my novels.

I haven't felt this dreadful in a while, not with the symptoms, and now it's a few days to the ball. And now it was a search for a lady in waiting who will attend to me throughout the stay. I knew I didn't need one but I have to follow Rodriquez's rules like he stated my rules are mine. The interview went on for days before I got the girl, that caught my eye whose name was Lily. "Lily, you'll be attending to her throughout the balls, whenever she needs you, is that clear," he said

The letters left unattended, the unspoken words between us, the closure that we both need, it hangs over my head as I will myself to take another step toward the table. I feel the tangible weight of Rune's gaze on me, and I shift my gaze to his. He watches me carefully, waiting. For me to decide if I want to face this now or run from it again. His eyes are soft and understanding, and I know that whichever option it is that I choose, he will not judge me for it. "Come sit with us, child," a different voice says, and my gaze follows it to a silver haired woman I would recognize anywhere. The 'lady-in-waiting' from my wedding day.

“Well, in that case, please make yourself comfortable. I really hope that we don't keep you waiting for long." He readjusted his tie and headed into the hall. I sat on a chair and waited for the meeting to come to an end. I entertained myself with the beauty of the palace's golden walls and intricate designs. It was lavish, and one could tell that the king had spent a reasonable amount on building and decorating. I was scrolling through my phone when I heard the shuffling of light and dainty feet. I looked up and gasped in surprise–It was Lady Vivian! She looked elegantly dressed from head to toe in silk and satin. The designs were exquisite, and the fabric shimmered in the light.

Still, she did not lift her head in respect to the authority even though she was caught off guard by Archduke Ridge's rigorous inquiries. 'Is he talking about Lady Ruby, perhaps?' Gracelyn thought in surprise. Head maid Gracelyn knows that Archduke Ridge doesn't like to wait since his patience flees quickly. So she conquers her squirming mouth to give a squeaky reply, "s-she's at your office, Your Excellency." Before he could nod to the head maid, tapping shoes echo on the pathway. There, he sees the Lady who's been waiting for him. Who's been sitting on his office chair despite the longingness she felt for the past weeks. His mind is blown away at her presence as his breathing pattern hamme

Initially, Lady Faye opposed her suggestion to do servant duties inside the mansion, but after some time she acceded to her request knowing that it was her only way of decreasing her boredom and sadness. Lianne was sitting comfortably under the shade of a cypress tree with her knees bent to support the book she was reading intently. She was wearing a blue peasant dress that reached the ankle hiding her ivory-skinned legs. Covering her face was a delicately weaved wide-brimmed hat that was embellished with a red satin ribbon. The field of grass surrounding her was moist and fresh from a dense rainshower earlier that noon. The afternoon sun was hidden behind some clouds and the ocean breeze wa

Was there really something waiting for her or was this conversation just a test by the goddess? Slowly, she walked down the aisle. When reaching the third row to the right, her fingers trembled as she slipped an unassuming envelope from the bench into her cloak. Her back straight, she left the temple. There were too many eyes to open such a problematic letter directly despite her impatience. The carriage bringing her to and fro between the Palace and the temple was a better place. "Milady? Is something the matter?" Hazel, who'd waited in the carriage for her since the bride needed to follow the tradition alone, was exasperated when Katherine returned. The Lady's eyes glinted darkly with an a

I joined the queue, my excitement mounting with each passing moment, as I inched closer to my turn. As I waited, I observed the individuals ahead of me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and wonder. It seemed that everyone held their own unique query, their own secret longing for knowledge. The library truly was a place where seekers of truth and adventure converged. Finally, it was my turn. I approached the counter where Ms. Paulina stood, her eyes bright with wisdom and a welcoming smile on her lips. “Greetings, fair Lady," she hailed, as though she had foreseen my arrival. "How may I lend my aid this day? What wonders doth thou seek within the pages of our vast collection?"

Certainly, he was not the type to endure a long day of studies like I did. “Can I retire now? I can feel the comfort of my bed calling to me,” I muttered with a yawn as I averted my gaze to Phyllis. She remained seated across me, watching keenly to make sure I never missed any word in the book. I guess that was how unoccupied she was. The witch nodded and reached for the book, her eyes squinting the moment they met with the sepia yellow pages. She gestured for me to stand but before I could obey, the Library door opened and a balmy-looking Lady walked in. She was a servant, I could tell, judging from the pattern of her dress, as well as the gentle, elegant gathering of her ebony hair.