Merri was worried because in the past month her lady had been acting like someone else. She became more daring to express her feeling and became more interested in reading. Her lady also often stares at emptiness. As if left alone, she would –poof-, disappear. And Merri didn't want that.
She also often fell ill. Yet when she was at the Mountravven residence who often did not feed her, she was always in good condition. But she was grateful because this time, her lady's life was better even though many bad rumors spread about her.
‘I will learn to read and write so I can help my lady more!’ Merri wiped Fuschia's favorite chair while Fuschia went to have breakfast with the Crown Prince.
“Our lady seems to be in a good mood these days,” said Tina, one of the chambermaids.
"Yes. It's nice to see her and Crown Prince look harmonious," added Tilda.
That morning, there were only four chambermaids on duty in the room. There are
I had a hard time falling asleep. Even though I have taken a warm bath, drinking warm milk and the lights have been turned off, my eyes are still awake. The thick silence made my heart beat wildly. Imagining bad things that might happen to me. I thought I'm getting used to doom. But that seems wrong. I'm not used to it at all. Last night, that intruder just left underwear under my bed. But another night he could have taken my life. Even though there were guards outside my room, I didn't trust them. So I locked my bedroom door from the inside. 'I will protect you, baby. Trust me this time.' The sound of the strong wind rattled my window. My heart shrunk to the size of a pea. 'I'm still a coward,' Today I silence those who know what happened. But I'm not sure they'll keep their mouths shut forever. Especially Laila since she's the opportunist type. So, maybe tomorrow the rumors about my 'supposed' night activities will spread. But that's okay because th
"What the hell? That man said he would erase my memory, but I still remember last night's incident clearly!” Fuschia murmured in disbelief. Her heart was still beating wildly as the terrifying memory rushed into her brain the moment she woke up. Her body trembled again. The sudden headache that hit her made her lie down again. 'Who is it that wants me to miscarry? He says he has a master. Who is the master? Damn, I'm still in danger because only the tail gets cut off, not the head. If I can stop their head, will this madness end? Or will other cunning heads emerge?' Fuschia wiped away the tears that had rolled down her cheeks. She traced her lips. Last night, a strange man saved her life and her baby's. The man also sucked the poison that had entered her body with a steamy kiss. 'Those lips felt like they belonged to that man. His eyes are also golden, just like my baby's eyes. There was no doubt that he was that blonde-haired man. But how did he get here? Is
That man was wearing a worn gray robe. His head was covered by an oversized hood. Making his face difficult to recognize, especially since he had his back to the moonlight. His enormous body shrinks my pea-sized heart. I'm only chest height! Does this make sense considering my height is not on the shorter side? Even his oversized robe couldn't cover his burly muscles. He has a body type that intimidates me. For a moment, I thought was I wrong for provoking him.But what kind of provocation made him come when I got closer to danger? Why does he seem to want to protect me? Like the time at the Green Lake, last night's incident, and just now. If he really was a slave as Hayden had revealed, shouldn't he be on his side? But ... why?I wasn't that reckless anyway to hurt myself after I was pregnant with my baby. But his reaction that was so quick to stop me was so strange.'Why are you… so considerate of me? What do you want from me?'As the wind blew t
'Damn it, it was not supposed to be like this,' he rests his head on Fuschia's shoulder while grabbing Fuschia's arm tightly. “How… how can you know?”Fuschia smelled the man's neck. It smelled damp like the smell of earth after heavy rain. Not the type of fragrance that her nose likes, however, it brings her peace. “Because you… are definitely different from him,”"But I resemble him,"Fuschia scoffed. "I know. You really resemble him physically, but you guys are so different. That's why I know."“You… know about the potion, right?” He looks surprised as he stares at her deep oceanic blue eyes. Like looking for the truth from those clear eyes. “But… how?” his question trailed off.'Because in the past, you couldn't tell us apart at all, until you… eugh-' he grunted internally as he reminisced about his past life.***Before being thrown into prison, he
‘Why… is she here?’ he paused in the doorway. His heart is running wild as she approaches him closer with her flushed face.Every step she took created a floral scent that wafted up to his nose and made his heart race even more. This was odd because he wasn't even that nervous when Hayden dumped him at the monster's lair alone. 'F*ck it!'He wanted to relieve his headache from the bugs whining inside his head by following Hayden's play as he had done all his life. But this is different from what he signed up for!'That little girl… is the prince's wife?' he couldn't hide his surprise.He knew that Hayden had just gotten married, but he had no idea that his wife was the dark blue-haired girl he had met in the park years ago. The girl whose words kept ringing in his head.He had lived many years on a battlefield. Whether in prison fighting other slaves or monsters on the frontier, or bandits he meets on his way or battling H
Hayden had just entered his palace with Raymon and Sarah."Welcome home, Your Highness," Luke and the servants bowed. "Your Highness, Crown Princess's Lady-in-waiting, Lady Sophie Von Blester is waiting for you in the parlor,"Hayden loosens his cravats and looks at him with an odd expression. “Her lady-in-waiting? Not the Crown Princess herself?”“Yes, Your Highness. Should I tell her to come tomorrow after making an appointment?”Hayden turned to Raymon. "No, it's okay. I'll go. Raymon and Sergei, you can go back,"Sarah took a step forward. "But Your Highness,"“Yes, I understand, Your Highness. Please enjoy your evening. We'll go back first,” Raymon said with a sharp glance at Sarah.Sarah tightened her grip on her pants. She gritted her teeth as staring at Hayden who ignored her by conversing with Luke. Then she bowed her head goodbye to Hayden.Hayden walks to the parlor. On the large s
“You can't do this to me, Your Highness Crown Princess. I am the designer who has been sent by Crown Prince personally to make you a dress,” said a woman in her early 40s with a green dress. There's a peacock's long feather embedded in her hair bun.That feather was beautiful but it makes it hard for Fuschia to hold back her laughter every time she saw it sway here and there."Ehem. But I don't want to wear your design, Madame Leroy."Madame Leroy smiled warmly. "That's why, I said I would customize the dress design to your liking, except for the designs you just described for me."Madame Leroy is a top designer in the capital's fashion scene. She was in her early 40s, almost the same age as the Queen but, the creases of the wrinkles made her look older than it seems. Even though it was covered with thick face powder, the creases were still visible.Many ladies have been queuing up to get their dresses since the previous two seasons. Th
"Who...?" the maids look suspiciously at the arrival of the unknown man.“Ahaha..haha, I am the new servant in Jasmine Palace. But, is the story just now about the Crown Princess true? I asked to transfer to Jasmine Palace because they said this place was the calmest compared to the other royal family's palace," his tone sounded disappointed as his shoulder dropped low.“Apparently you were one of those who transferred here because of the rumors that the Crown Princess was kind and easy to serve?” a maid seemed to sympathize with the man who was nodding languidly.“Well, the Crown Princess is indeed kind and easy to serve. she hardly ever picks servants for their small mistakes. But it looks like a storm will soon coming into this palace. Let's just get ready."The maids parted ways with the man with long hair in pigtails. The man looked into the distance. “Is that woman really Miss Fuschia? The more I heard her story, the mo