That, Violet sohow disliked. The reasons were not hard to find.
A sense of kinship, or bond.
Perhaps trust, reliance.
Aldin liked Violet for who she was. He didn’t care about the status she held.
He understood her regardless of her circumstances and asked for nothing in return.
Rather than being entangled in so mutual interest, he was simply a friend with whom she could share a conversation.
Despite the complex circumstances… Yes, it was just that.
Aldin did not intend to befriend Violet with any ulterior motives.
What if even such a person was taken from her, and she was betrayed?
Her calm eyes roiled coldly. Just the thought was displeasing, let alone if it actually happened.
Violet wasn’t certain that Aldin would start harboring feelings for her, but she believed Aileen would approach him too.
Violet’s lips twitched unevenly. Was she rely waiting for Aileen to self-destruct?
Watching Violet, Mary expressed her confusion.
“Milady?”
“Yes, it’s nothing. I’m a bit tired today, could you prepare for to go to bed early?”
“Oops, I was keeping you for too long. I’m sorry. I’ll have everything ready in a jiffy!”
Mary dashed off with a lively stride.
Watching her leave, Violet cast her gaze downward. Neither Mary nor Aldin would do that. How strange, this possessiveness she was feeling.
Could this be how it felt not wanting to lose a new friend?
She tried to figure out what her emotions were but gave up. Her head throbbed.
It didn’t matter. That’s what she thought when suddenly an epiphany struck.
Although she considered him a friend, she hadn’t seen Aldin recently. There was still ti until the date they had promised to go to the theater. It was rare for him to not contact her first, considering his nature.
Originally, he was Cairn’s friend, and their eting had happened through Cairn.
So, in this situation where Cairn and Violet were in a cold war, eting was indeed awkward.
Could there really be no contact like this?
“Could it be…”
Holding on to an unpleasant assumption, Violet laid down.
It felt like she was in the eye of a storm masquerading as peace.
* * *
Violet’s social circle had grown more than before. Although it was just one new friend, even this was significant progress.
She had casually watched Alesia’s hellish training at the Leshan manor, where she had gone under the pretext of hanging out. The beads of sweat dripping down showed her effort.
“I’m sorry for just leaving you here…”
“No, it’s fine. I was the one who ca to see you.”
After finishing her training session, Alesia wiped the sweat off with a towel and apologized to Violet.
Violet, skilled at sketching in the training yard, was unfazed. Considering her own sweaty sll, Alesia grimaced and quickly went to shower and change her clothes.
The ti it took was unbelievably short for a noble lady’s dressing ti.
“You didn’t have to hurry…”
“I usually take about this long.”
“Hmm.”
Did she wash properly? Violet’s eyes narrowed.
A scent of soap wafted from Alesia. Well, she must have washed properly.
Quickly shaking off her worries, Violet drank her tea and looked at the sky outside.
Seeing Violet like this, Alesia quickly finished her own drink with a puzzled look on her face.
“What brings you here today?”
“Just hanging out.”
“What?”
“I ca to hang out with a friend. Was I not supposed to co?”
It’s rude to co uninvited. Of course, Violet had exchanged letters with the marchioness and had been formally invited, but for Alesia, it was still bewildering.
Just as she was about to point this out, Violet ntioned the word ‘friend’, and like magic, it lted Alesia.
“Ahem, ahem. Well. Friends can et up suddenly, I suppose. Ahem, ahem.”
She seed unusually happy. It was clear she had lived a friendless life.
From Alesia’s point of view, it wasn’t that she hadn’t made friends, but rather that she hadn’t chosen to. Violet’s sympathy was therefore aningless.
They exchanged various pleasantries. Their greetings about how they had been were t with responses of getting by.
Alesia’s answer was unremarkable, but her appearance was not.
She seed satisfied with her life, noticeably more muscular than the last ti they t.
The topic then shifted back to Violet. Alesia suddenly dropped a bombshell.
“I heard that you are engaged to His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince.”
“Pffft―! Cough, cough!”
Violet choked on her drink, coughing violently at the shocking statent.
Alard, Alesia handed her a handkerchief. After so ti, Violet recovered, her eyes glinting dangerously.
“Where did you hear such a thing?”
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