This was such a cute chapter! Wait till Dinah finds out who it is who got rejected! Next up, the day of the banquet!
The underground library is cold. It’s somewhere around evening, I can guess. I’ve been coming to the underground library after the Empress lets me go after accompanying her the whole day. I lean back against a bookshelf, my head hurting like something ran over it. Tomorrow is the banquet. Right
“My talents are wasted in this place!” I frown, but not really. I’m too happy to care about anything else right now. Something soft touches my face, and my eyes fly to Zen. He’s pulled a small handkerchief from his pocket, and is holding it to my nose. “Your nose is bleeding, My Lady.” He says, tu
“You’re exhausted, My Lady.” Zen says, and I realize he just flicked my forehead Well, I didn’t have much for lunch, and we did go to lots of places with the Empress today. So I suppose, I am a bit over the limit. The nose bleed did have a reason for it after all. The excitement of my discovery rea
“Lady Dinah, wake up!” “Hng, go away.” I drag the covers over my face Someone rips them away. That makes my eyes finally open, my head hazy with sleep. I look up to find a barrage of people standing over me. Alarm makes all traces of sleep vanish from my head. “There’s no time!” Mesilla says, ta
The other maids set the boxes on a table, and open one of them to reveal yards and yards of pristine white silk. The dress is minimalistic, with detailed golden embroidery at the sleeveless neckline and waist, where the dress cinches in a style above and below the bust, then flows down gently to the
Food table… you’re my own hope right now… Someone steps in my way. I stop abruptly, and have to stop myself from taking a step back. My eyes travel all the way up to the person who has the guts to step in my way that sharply, with all intentions of making me stumble back. As I look up, I’m struck
Could anyone tell I had no idea what was going on? Have I made a fool of myself? Man, I wanna go home already. But I can’t do that. So instead, I pick up the first glass that isn’t filled with wine, and pretend to be the cool, mysterious person who doesn’t need to engage with others. Fortunately,
In the end, I can’t help the sheepish bit of laughter that leaves my mouth. Oh what the heck. I’ve embarrassed myself already, there’s no point in trying to look cool now. “Thank you. Josephine is simply too kind.” “So I’m reminded every day.” Lord Haraldsen turns to look at his soulmate with the