A secret rumour that Edgar was going to marry the fifth princess vanished that very day. Because it wasn't widely known yet, no one questioned it, and it was never mentioned again.
Princess Yvette was initially curious about who spread the news. Claudia's announcement was the first thing that came to mind. However, upon further investigation, it was discovered that this was not the case. Yvette has no idea who brought the news out of the palace, but since it hasn't spread too far, she decides to just get rid of it.
Yvette, pleased with her servant's efficiency at work, began to consider ways to persuade Edgar Baldwin to reconsider.
Yvette was relaxing in the small garden she had created just for her. Pink roses were the only flowers in this small garden. Yvette's personal favourite.
Yvette asked her personal maid, Mithreene, while sipping tea and admiring the beauty of the flowers.
"What do you think I should do, Mithreene, to make Marquess of Northland reconsider his choice of the fifth princess?"
Mithreene stood beside Yvette, fanning her with her hands. Mithreene gave a small smile.
"What is Your Highness concerned about? I believe the Marquess mistook you for the fifth princess."
Actually, Yvette felt the same way. She did, however, recall the conversation she overheard that night. Edgar Baldwin stated emphatically, and chose the fifth princess.
"No, I don't believe so. I'm afraid he meant it when he said he'd marry the fifth daughter. That girl isn't even fit to be called a princess! How could she have appeared out of nowhere and stolen my future husband?" Yvette's words were venomous.
Mithreene has a good understanding of her master. If the princess was upset, she only needed to say nice things to calm her down.
"The Marquess would never have chosen that unknown Princess over the truly stunning Third Princess. Could it be that the Marquess said it casually? Or was he in such good condition that you couldn't think clearly at the time?"
Yvette raised an eyebrow. "He said he wasn't feeling well that night. Could that be the case?"
"It appears to be so, Princess."
Yvette jumped for joy, believing she had found the correct answer. Within seconds, the gloomy aura had vanished.
"As I suspected, Edgar Baldwin would not have chosen that girl in the middle of nowhere for no reason. Still, I'm the best option." Yvette stated with assurance.
Mithreene next to her said the same thing.
Yvette had a flash of insight. Her excitement quickly faded. Mithreene became concerned when she noticed something was wrong.
"What matter is it, Your Highness?"
Yvette was nervous, her lips quivering as she spoke. "The Order! The royal father has already issued the decree. And the name written is the girl's name!"
Mithreene was taken aback as well. "Why did the King issue a decree so quickly?"
Yvette gave her a slight glance, but she didn't say anything. After all, the king's business should not be discussed casually with her servants. There was no way she could say openly that the king couldn't wait to make Edgar Baldwin his son-in-law for the sake of power.
The decree was the most important thing right now. If the decree is officially issued, it is nearly impossible to change.
"I'd better hurry. If the Decree is passed and the bride's name is the unknown princess's name, I won't get another chance." Yvette muttered. Her voice was quite low, so the maid couldn't understand what she was saying.
Yvette lifted her skirt and dashed back to the palace. Mithreene chased after her.
"Please wait, Princess."
But Yvette didn't stop. She kept running until she reached the corridor. The king's study was at the end of the corridor, with a sumptuous carved door.
Mithreene trailed behind her. Her breath became choppy.
"Princess, why are you suddenly running?"
Yvette ignored the protests of her maid. She was only concerned with the decree in the king's study right now. She wanted to change it before anyone noticed.
"Mithreene, please stay here. Make certain that no one arrives," orders from her
Mithreene nodded in agreement, unsure what Yvette meant. Yvette had only taken a few steps when she was startled by something behind her.
"What brings you here, third princess?"
Yvette turned around.
Eugene stood up with dignity. His handsome face was expressionless, but the look in his eyes made Yvette uncomfortable.
"I... I'd like to see my Royal Father. There's something I'd like to talk about." Yvette quickly made an excuse.
Eugene's gaze swept over the girl in front of him. He had a feeling this girl was up to something.
"The king is currently preoccupied. You should return." Eugene's tone was authoritative, as if he were the king himself.
"Can I then wait for the king in his study?"
"You should go back." Eugene said it again.
Yvette bit her lower lip. Tears gathered and trickled down her thick eyelashes. Yvette had a talent for making pitiful expressions. But Eugene just stares at her coldly, as if he's looking at a clown who can't make a joke.
Seeing that her trick had failed miserably, Yvette turned and ran back to her room without saying goodbye.
Yvette moved around in her room. She was terrified and panicked, wanting to figure out how to change the bride's name in the king's decree as soon as possible.
She was perplexed until she remembered the king's words from this morning. The king suggested she try to persuade Edgar Baldwin to reconsider. However, Yvette has not found the correct path.
Should she send a present? It does not appear sincere.
Or should I go see him in person? It sounds a little impolite.
What about inviting Edgar Baldwin as her guest to the palace? If they had the opportunity to get to know each other, Edgar would undoubtedly discover a positive side to her, right?
Yvette wasn't sure if all the ideas she had would work, but it couldn't hurt to try. She summoned Mithreene and instructed her to send a letter to Edgar Baldwin. The letter's content requests that we meet.
Mithreene left and returned quickly. Yvette was nervously waiting for Edgar's response. Mithreene, to her surprise, shook her head.
"The marquess didn't respond. He also stated that she did not want to see you."
Yvette's emotions were sparked by Mithreene's words. She ordered all of the servants to leave and locked the door to her room.
She was once again lost in thought.
While she was thinking, she remembered hearing rumours that Edgar had a secret lover who was also a prostitute. Yvette's eyes became darker. If the conventional route fails, should she try the extreme route of seducing him?
Yvette became even more excited when she considered the previous idea. Her eyes sparkled with obsession. She formed a smile by pulling at the corners of her lips. It turns out that the last option is the most appealing to her.
A knock came at the door as Yvette was deep in her dirty fantasies. Mithreene called softly from the doorway.
"Are you sleeping, Princess?"
"No. Just tell me what's wrong." Yvette replied. Her voice was a little hoarse.
"The person assigned to keep an eye on Claudia's home reports that she has returned."
Yvette frowned. "Do you know where she went?"
"It appears she left the palace."
Yvette was perplexed about Claudia's decision to leave the palace all day. She had an idea while guessing the situation.
That's right, if she doesn't succeed in changing the decree or convincing Edgar, the other option is to eliminate Claudia!
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Cheryl is unaware that someone is plotting something bad for her. She went home without a care in the world.
There wasn't enough water for a bath because she didn't draw much water this morning. Only enough to clean your face and hands. Cheryl was unconcerned. She spent the entire day in Emily's shop, barely moving and not sweating.
She went into the room to change her clothes after washing her face. Cheryl sat on the edge of the bed after changing her clothes. Cheryl wanted to sleep, but she didn't feel well. She was attempting to determine what was wrong.
Her gaze was drawn to her blanket, which was spread across the bed. The thin blanket twitched, as if something was behind it. Cheryl extended her hand to touch the edge of the blanket, then shook it vigorously.
She was taken aback when she discovered several poisonous snakes crawling under her blanket. Each scorpion was enormous and appeared to be extremely ferocious. When she lifted the blanket, a poisonous snake crept and slithered towards her.
In a panic, Cheryl retreated to the door. The snakes, on the other hand, seemed hostile to her, following her wherever she went.
Cheryl had no idea what had happened or why the snakes were drawn to her. All she could think about was running as far as she could.
Cheryl dashed ahead, oblivious to her surroundings. Only knew how to run to avoid the dozen or so snakes chasing her.
She couldn't take it any longer after running for quite some time. Her knees were shaky, and she was gasping for air. Because she couldn't find a nearby chair to sit in, the girl squatted on the grass.
Cheryl took a look at the structure in front of her. Although it was a small palace, the structure was still elegant. Eugene Laverty, the Crown Prince, was the only member of the royal family who lived apart from the main palace, if she remembered correctly.
"Princess, good evening. What exactly are you doing here?"
Cheryl was startled by a voice. Cheryl immediately turned around, terrified. Eugene's friendly smile immediately captured her attention.
Eugene may have repeated his words because Cheryl did not respond. "Does the Princess require assistance?"
Cheryl finally realises she is in Eugene's neighbourhood. She thought about it for a while before deciding to tell Eugene the truth.
"I discovered a repulsive animal in my home. I ran outside in terror. It arrived unexpectedly." Cheryl explained, a shy smile on her face. She was embarrassed in case Eugene mistook her little house for an animal and labelled her a slob because it had never been cleaned.
Eugene noticed Cheryl's face and neck were drenched in sweat. He spoke while looking away, "Come along with me. You are welcome to spend some time at my home."
Eugene walks away after saying that. Cheryl, who had received an unexpected invitation from the Crown Prince, was perplexed for a moment. A drop of rain landed on her cheek.
"Drizzling!" Cheryl exclaimed. Eugene had come a long way, so she ran after him.
When they entered Eugene's small palace, they were greeted warmly by the maids. Cheryl, who was trailing Eugene, couldn't help but feel honoured to be respected as well.
"Bring Fifth Princess here to freshen up before preparing dinner." Eugene gave the order.
In front of him, the maidservant bowed respectfully. "All right, Your Highness."
The maid then escorted Cheryl to another room. She was apparently taken to the restroom.
Cheryl imagined the comfort of a large bathtub with a thin billow of smoke above the water.
"I'll assist you with your shower. Princess, please." The maid reached out to remove Cheryl's clothing.
Cheryl, as a modern person, is not used to bathing with the assistance of others. She refused politely and gently chased the maid away.
The maid did not object. "If you don't require assistance, that's fine. Just call me when you're finished. I'll bring you some new clothes."
Cheryl gave a nod.
The maid exited the room and carefully shut the door. Cheryl felt relieved after confirming that the maid was indeed absent. She removes her clothes. She sat leaning against the tub's edge, slowly getting into the tub.
A basket of roses sat on the bath's edge. Cheryl has no idea what it's for. Because all of the flower petals had fallen off the stem, she suspected they were used for bathing. Cheryl placed a bouquet of flowers in front of her. The rose scent spreads. Cheryl was surprised to discover that the roses in this world are even more fragrant than the roses in her home country.
Cheryl soaked for so long that she lost track of time. Cheryl panicked when she remembered Eugene was waiting for her for dinner. She was about to call the maid when she realised she didn't know her maid's name.
She wasn't sure what to call. The door swung open, and the maid who had previously entered took the clothes in her hands. What a fantastic time.
"Princess, did something happen? I was concerned because I couldn't hear anything, so I just walked in...."
Cheryl awkwardly shook her head. "No way. I should be the one apologising for the lengthy shower. I overslept by accident." Cheryl pretended to make an excuse.
The waiter appeared to be convinced. Her worried expression intensified. "That is extremely dangerous."
"Sorry,"
The maid refused to go any further. Eugene is already at the dining table, so she asks Cheryl to change her clothes.
Dressing up takes a little longer. Cheryl can't help but feel guilty when it's finally over and she walks into the dining room to see Eugene.
"I apologise for taking so long." Cheryl bowed deeply, sincerely apologising.
Eugene cracked a grin. "Everything is fine. I'm not particularly hungry."
Eugene's words made Cheryl feel even worse.
"Your Highness…"
Eugene noticed the girl's troubled expression as well. Rather than becoming enraged, he directed the maidservant to serve dinner.