271 The Attendants
Selma Payne’s POV:
At first, she was still a little ashad, but after a few days, she had completely adapted to the life of a baby. She acted coquettishly with Kara without qualms just to get extra special milk from the head chef.
“You are depraved,” I said bitterly. “Your gentleness cannot breed strong wolves. Indulging in pleasure will destroy you.”
“Enjoynt will destroy , and jealousy will also destroy you, my dear.”
What was she saying?! How could you slander my reputation?
Half a month passed quickly in a stable life, and in the blink of an eye, it was June.
On the morning of the 1st, my father called to the study room. My mother was there, along with a few officials I’d seen but wasn’t familiar with.
I forced my casual greetings into my stomach when I saw everyone. Facing my parents, I calmly bent my knees and bowed. “Good Morning, Your Majesties.”
They didn’t return the greeting in a distant manner as they usually did to outsiders. My father waved his hand and smiled. “Co quickly, my child. Let the elders see you.”
I was at a loss for a mont at my father’s actions, but I quickly reacted. My parents had already discussed with disclosing my identity. Today, they were probably going to et all the important officials.
“Good morning, my Lords.” I played my princess role quickly and nodded to everyone.
“Allow to introduce you,” my father proudly presented to the crowd. “This is my daughter, Madeline. She disappeared twenty years ago. Fortunately, the goddess has taken pity on her and sent her back to the Queen and . Due to various reasons, we didn’t disclose her identity imdiately. Instead, we announced to the public that she was my wife’s niece. Now that she’s grown up to be a girl I’m proud of, I think it’s ti to let you all get to know her.”
The ministers imdiately congratulated my father happily, then bowed to .
“I’m here to get to know the adults and children.”
My father introduced them to one by one.
This is the left-wing President of the Council of Elders, Arkadius S. Williams.
A white-haired old man gently kissed my hand. He wore a pair of fraless glasses, and his muddy eyes shone with wisdom.
“The Minister of Defense, Duke Frank, Devin Leopold.”
This was an old acquaintance. We gave each other a warm hug.
“Earl of Marlowe, the head of the Royal Academy of Sciences, Morton Cletti Iberia.”
Earl Marlowe was nearly eighty years old. He was spirited and gentlemanly. There was a gold-chained monocle in his chest pocket. He looked like a scholar from an old movie who had walked into reality.
“Hello.” He bowed to . “Long live, Your Highness.”
I smiled. “There’s no need to be so polite, my Lord. If I rember correctly, you have a granddaughter nad Emma?”
“Yes, she was fortunate enough to be your attendants.”
“She’s a good girl, and we got along very well. If there’s a chance, I think we’ll beco friends.”
I wasn’t being polite, but being with Emma and Jordin really made feel relaxed. It was a stupid and happy experience to have soone criticize the etiquette teacher’s wooden mustache with you in a formal etiquette class.
The last one was even more familiar.
“The werewolf grandmaster’s representative, Mary Borgia.”
We just t last night. She ca to examine Maxine and , and we winked at each other in tacit understanding.
There were four ministers, all of whom were his father’s trusted aides, and they were also the pillars of support for the imperial court and the people.
Our conversation was quite pleasant. The old ministers didn’t question or embarrass . Instead, they took care of like elders would.
This made very touched, and at the sa ti, I was more willing to trust them. This was the political capital that my father had left . If I wanted to gain a firm foothold in the Town Hall as a rookie, I had to rely on the power of my seniors.
The topic ca to my social circle. The ministers were all very concerned about the issue of my servants. I also understood that as the heir to the royal family, I had to have a few noble ladies by my side to serve as my attendants. This was a tradition, a ritual, and had nothing to do with thinking or not thinking.
My mother had already warned about choosing an attendant, and I had also hinted that I wanted to find soone I was more familiar with, such as Emma and Jordin. I felt that most noble girls followed the rules like Carolyn. This wasn’t bad, but it didn’t fit my taste.
So, I wasn’t surprised when my mother asked Bertha to invite Emma and Jordin in.
As for the heated discussion, it seed that it was just a formality.
Three years had passed, and Emma and Jordin had also turned from young girls to energetic young won. The way they kneeled and bowed didn’t look like girls who would skip class. Only when the adults weren’t paying attention did they show so real liveliness by winking at .
Everyone praised the girls and had high hopes for them. In the end, my mother put on the brooch that represented the status of the Crown Princess’ attendants for Emma and Jordin.
With the sapphire’s gaze, my pitifully small team now had two new mbers.
In addition to the ministers and my attendants, my father also decided on one thing: He’d be giving a speech at this year’s graduation ceremony and announcing my true identity to the public.
“Isn’t that a little too ostentatious?” Thinking about that, I felt a little embarrassed. I had so many classmates!
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