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"What is it?" The maid, unable to speak, tugged at my hand. "What's wrong? I'm in the middle of a lesson." The maid shook her head. “The royal palace! Someone from the palace is here and asking for you!” At her words, I felt the blood drain from my face. “Me? Why? For what reason?” My first thought was that it might be someone sent by the Princess. I had been worried that she might retaliate against my family in Franc after returning to the capital. "Just come!" Urged by…-
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'Let's see how far she goes.' However, the reason Baldr tolerated the Princess's antics was because she was, after all, a temporary guest. She was royalty, an envoy sent by the King. The King was nominally his liege lord, so it wouldn't be wise to antagonize him. Baldr endured, indulging the Princess's every whim, pushing his patience to its limits. He accompanied her on walks, hunts, and tea parties. None of it brought him any pleasure, only a growing sense of irritation, because everything the…
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The Duke suddenly launched into a litany of complaints about the Princess. His words felt like proof that he wasn't under her spell yet. The fact that this made me happy proved I was undeniably mad. He was walking so fast that I could barely keep up, but then he stopped abruptly. "I heard you went into the Princess's room and stayed for a while. What did you two talk about?" He then looked at me. "What did the Princess say to you?" I hesitated for a moment, then confessed the truth. "Her…
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I couldn’t say anything in response to the Princess's words. “Was I too blunt? Or are you perhaps hesitant because you harbor feelings for the Duke? If it’s the latter, it would be better for me to be his wife than some other woman. I’m not the type to be consumed by anger and jealousy after losing my husband to a mistress. Why don’t we share the Duke? And you can share my lovers as well. We’ll be good friends.” As I listened to her words, I realized. 'Those rumors are all…
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"..." Just looking at her face, I couldn't believe this was the woman at the center of all those scandals. I even wondered if I had somehow misunderstood. She observed me carefully, her impossibly slender arms and hands resting on her lap. “You’re the Toulouse woman, exiled from the court, who was tutoring Duchess Ventadour’s son? I hear you’re now tutoring the Duke of Skadi’s adopted daughter.” “Yes, Your Highness.” “But how did you come to hold such an important…
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"I should be the one asking that question. What are you doing here so late at night?" "I couldn't sleep... so I came for a walk," I offered a flimsy excuse. But it wasn't entirely a lie. "And what about you?" Why was he here, the host of the ball? The Duke replied with an impassive expression, "I came for a walk." "..." "Do I need permission to walk on my own land?" "But what about the ball?" "What would I be doing there?" 'What would he be doing at a ball? Dancing, of…
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Rumors were just rumors. I hadn't seen or experienced anything regarding the Princess firsthand. ‘But why would Her Highness come all the way here?’ On the other hand, I felt a sense of unease. 'Why?' No matter how much I thought about it, there seemed to be no logical reason for her to visit this remote place. 'What if... just what if...' She was coming to see a prospective husband? Several noblemen, including the king of a neighboring country and the deceased Duke Choiseul's son,…
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Summer passed, and the Duke returned. As expected, I didn't get a chance to see him after he returned. Still, I felt relieved just knowing he was back. If he had been seriously injured, I would have heard about it. Wouldn't I? Probably. ...There would have been a great commotion in the mansion. Even as I reassured myself with that thought, I couldn't shake off a lingering anxiety. What if he had returned injured, even if not seriously? But I had no way of knowing. My days continued as usual, even…
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Although he wasn't concerned with his appearance, he knew he wasn't monstrously ugly. Continuing his futile contemplation, he eventually realized it was pointless. What would change even if he found an answer? Instead of dwelling on it, he resolved never to accept her back, even if she regretted her decision and came crawling back to him. 'Yeah, who does she think she is?' With that thought, the idea of dismissing her from her tutoring position for refusing his offer seemed ridiculous. Baldr…
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"..." My blood ran cold. 'Mistress?' What had I been hoping for? To become the mistress of the ducal household? No. I wasn't a princess or even a Duke's daughter; I wasn't worthy of marrying him. That's why I had tried so hard to suppress, to hide, to extinguish these burning feelings in my heart. He was someone I could never have. But even so... I didn't want to be his mistress. That would bring shame not only to me but also to my family. I might be a fallen noblewoman, but I was still a…
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