“You look pale. You should rest early when you arrive at the mansion.”
“…Yes.”
I nodded and looked down.
The current His Highness is different from ‘that’ His Highness…
But …still, I can’t be with him.
While still touching my throbbing neck, my disdain only intensified.
***
The next day, a tutor was summoned to the study room of the Duke of Samaria. That day, I had a dance lesson. I made many mistakes.
Of course, deliberately.
The Duchess, Emily Colac, one of the educators for the princess education, stared at me. Her gaze was full of reproach.
She then said, “That can’t even be called a dance… it doesn’t deserve to be evaluated.”
Towards the frustrated Duchess of Colac, I bowed.
“I’m so sorry…”
Although I said so, I was laughing inside.
Fufu, their impression of me has fallen immensely…
…As it was, it’d soon be unsalvageable.
After I continued making mistakes, the Duchess of Colac spoke in a dismayed tone.
“Let’s conclude the lesson today. Even though there are only a few days left… as it is, I can’t recommend you to be His Highness’ fiancée.”
“…I understand.”
“Now, I wonder about that. Being His Highness’ fiancée means becoming a queen in the future. Yet, I can barely see any effort on your behalf.”
With that said, the Duchess of Colac slammed her open fan shut, and left the room.
While staring at her departing back, I felt remorseful.
After I was convicted, she was the only one who pleaded for my release…
However, the crime of attempting to poison the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom was too heavy. If I was given amnesty, the royal family’s reputation would be tarnished.
I truly didn’t do it, though.
With that in mind, I went to ask Luria, who was by my side, to prepare the bath. Grace entered the room and said;
“Milady, the Queen wants to see you tomorrow.”
“…I see, I understand.”
When I answered so without sparing Grace a glance, Grace seemed frustrated. However, I pretended not to notice.
“Luria, I feel sweaty. Prepare for a bath.”
“Yes, Milady.”
Luria smiled and went into the bathroom.
Seeing Luria made me feel at ease.
She was the only person who had nothing to do with my condemnation.
Well, she was originally dismissed by my mother, and had to left the mansion afterwards.
Still, she was more dependable than my current servants.
With that in mind, I recalled the information I secretly looked up in my father’s study about the servants of Duke of Samaria.
Most of the servants were former aristocrats whom were in the faction of the Duke of Samaria. They couldn’t succeed their family name, as such, they pledged utter loyalty to father—
—and also to my older brother, who would become the future Duke of Samaria.
Afterwards, once he became entangled with Baroness Abazn, they’d all be on her side.
I contemplated about having the servants sent by the rest of the royal family and grandparents on my side.
By the way, the reason I was trying to take them in was because I need people to keep tabs on the Duke of Samaria, my father, who was penchant towards doing stupid things.
Thus, if my brother, or Baroness Abazn, truly appeared and did something outrageous, they’d report and testify about it.
While heading to the bathroom, I saw Luria working with a smile.
There was a good chance I had miscalculate.
What if Luria is on their side, too…?
While pondering that, I prepared various ways to face for the upcoming day.