This was the first invitation I had received since I entered the palace. The invitation came from my nominal rival in love. It's from Catherine, the Prince's ex-fiancee."Sis, are you going to see her?" Vivian cocked her head. She also saw the struggle on my face.How could I not struggle?At the party, Catherine's defiant smile and the implied words still haunt me. I lowered my eyes and remembered that she was wearing a red dress similar to mine, but with a completely different aura, proud and arrogant."Miss, I don't think it's a good idea to turn down an invitation. You'll have to deal with them in the future," Susana said calmly, standing aside. She probably saw my hesitation too, so she suggested it directly.I was silent for a moment. What Kral said to me that day in the lake suddenly crossed my mind.‘Everyone will treat you according to your strength. You must prove yourself worthy of the Queen's Crown.’Cowardice leads only to ridicule and bullying. Running away won't solve t
Alen's povI feel Susana's attitude towards me has changed a little since His Highness announced the marriage at a banquet last night. She began to give me a cold shoulder. I felt she was blaming me for not stopping the Prince's decision to marry. In her eyes, Delia doesn't deserve to be our future queen. His Royal Highness should not have made such an irrational decision. And I was wrong because I didn't correct him in time.Now, I was standing in the doorway of the Prince's palace and I had something important to report to the Prince, but Susana gave me a cold look."Just a moment," Susana said coldly, pushing open the door and leaving me with only her back.Tsk, I'm being disliked. I don't know if Vivian has any potion to increase friendship. I shook the bell hanging on my waist, thinking to myself.The ladies-in-waiting outside were all familiar faces, and I kept my usual friendly smile and talked to them to ask if there had been anything special in the palace last night."Somethi
Alen's povThe heavy wooden door opened slowly, and a cold but powerful voice came from behind."Prince Kral, be sensible in the temple."The gate was wide open. In the dark and empty hall, nine men in white robes and black masks sat around a long black stone table. The glass lamps were placed neatly on the table. Inside the transparent lampshade, the light of the candle takes on a yellowish color, which is reflected on the mask. Everything in the room was shadowy, like a gathering of ghosts.There are many elders who are qualified to wear white robes, but only the elders who can appear at the round table are the ones who hold real power. Since the death of the last king, His Highness Kral has had little contact with these powerful elders, let alone run the country with them. I don't even know who's behind these masks.After years in power, they don't care how much chaos they see. They sat quietly, their eyes almost piercing the mask. The pressure was so great that I could hardly lift
Delia's povThe moment the blood ran down Catherine's cheek, I held my trembling hand down. It was not out of fear, but because I found that my heart was so excited by the bright red color that my fingers began to tremble.It's the second time I've held a weapon to fight. The day Nick died, Kral grabbed my hand and killed Nike. It was the first time I used a weapon against an enemy, and the first time I killed my enemy.The memory of that day is bright red, with a fishy smell. I remember the feel of the dagger in the flesh, like cutting a soft cake. I watched Nick's body grow cold and become a pile of garbage on the floor.I got my first taste of revenge. It's a little scary, but... ... so irresistible.Now, I look at the arrow stuck in the wall. My eyes went blank for a moment. I admit I wanted to kill Catherine when she shot that arrow at me.The thought made my face pale."Wow!" A figure shouted exaggeratedly from the garden entrance, breaking the stifling air. "My dear sister, I n
Delia's povIt was evening when I returned to the palace. The setting sun cast an orange glow on the white marble walls of the palace. The whole palace had lost the haughty look of the day, and showed gentleness.I looked at Susanna and Alen, who were waiting for us at the door, and felt a sense of relief."Sis, look. The palace looks like a big marmalade cake under the setting sun." Vivian rubbed her belly and muttered.Alen touched Vivian's hair. He smiled as he listened to her and handed her something while Susanna and I were talking.Susanna was as serious as ever. Her gray eyes hid all her emotions perfectly. She looked at me and whispered, “How was the party today, Miss?”"Today's party, I think everything is OK," I murmured.I was silent for a few seconds, thinking of Catherine's last glance, her half-smile, and her "See you next time.""Catherine is the adopted daughter of the elder William and a childhood playmate of his Royal Highness Kral, and if you can establish a good re
"Are you saying that Catherine and I are going to have a Queen's test in order to decide who the future queen is?"After hearing Kral's story, he frowned deeply.I understand that Kral's situation is not as easy as everyone understands. From the first day I arrived, the shadow of the royal family hung over my head, such as the mysterious killer of Bernice, the serious elders, and the hidden threats, including the curse of Kral.These things are like thorns around Kral. As crown prince, he was not even free to announce the wedding. When he announced his future wife, he even had to show his sword to the elders and the nobles."Are you afraid, Delia?"Kral came up to me. He lowered his head and brushed his long index finger across my furrowed brow. The slight warmth made me look up.I looked up at his face and heard my voice say, “No, master, I know you have a plan. You won't let me risk my life unprepared. I trust you.”Then I was surprised. Before I knew it, it was as if I had given Kr
Delia's POV"Delia, it's almost time. We should go." As one of the candidates for the Queen's trials, I had been preparing since noon with the help of the handmaids.As dusk fell, the maid beside Susanna raised her lantern, and I sat at my dresser without answering. I just looked at myself in the mirror and remembered what Kral said to me yesterday afternoon."You know what, Delia? Royal burial places were only accessible to women twice. The first was at the time of the wedding and the second was at the burial. Even if I am a prince, I can only go in when I am buried, or it will bring me bad luck," Kral said, his eyes wide open, his golden eyes dimmed in the night."So when you get to my parents' grave, stay a little longer and look at them for me."At that moment, in Kral's low voice, I heard a very deep loneliness.……"Where's the prince?" I said, looking at the crowd at the door before we set off."According to royal rules, the Prince will wait for you at the Moon Goddess's palace,
Alen's povI watched Delia walk away with the men in black. Her white figure stood out in the black silhouette. In the plain, her skirt swayed like a lily in the wind, fragile and tough.“Alen?”A cry came from behind. When I looked back, it was Bud who had sent Catherine, another candidate for Queen of the Kral.Looking at them, I felt a little strange, but I pressed the question and said hello to Catherine."Catherine, you're late." I kept my smile."To give someone a chance to win," she said, her red hair tied up and her proud, sharp eyebrows aggressive. "So what if I give her a step? The victory is mine, anyway."She smiled scornfully and opened the carriage door. She was dressed in a black riding suit, and if she hadn't tied a white scarf to her hair, I would have thought she was on an outing."Catherine, now that you're here, I'm going back," Bud said in a cold, serious voice."What?" Catherine said, squinting her dark eyes. She stared at Bud, who unhappily picked up his riding