Chapter 79 I Like You, Queen
Chapter 79: I Like You, Queen
Rihannan looked up, eyes eting the Duchess at her calling. She noticed Rihannan’s quivering eyes and thought she was the sort of woman who wore her pain like an invisible cloak none could see unless one peers through her icy-blue eyes.
The Duchess’ keen eye saw right through her.
“My Queen, do you rember what I spoke of yesterday? That you’ll navigate through many profane n and won, that you’ll have no one to trust?”
Rihannan nodded. “Yes. I rember.”
“If ever you need a tool, use , My Queen. Trust . Trust what my eye can see.”
Rihannan stared at her.
A playful glint ran around in circles within the orbs of the Duchess’ eyes.
“…..Why?” Rihannan said.
“I like you, My Queen.”
Rihannan let out a cute laugh at the Duchess’ out of the blue remark. She found herself believing in her.
“Okay. I will trust your eyes more than I trust myself right now.”
She had no choice but to and the Duchess was a person she could see herself placing her trust onto. And she had to prepare for the wedding ceremony in earnest. Rihannan needed her help. She had no ti to adjust to the palace for she knew it would be a busy month for her.
Crichton’s Crown Prince had sent a huge lump of money from their national treasury to congratulate the national ceremonial marriage between Crichton and Arundell. Various luxurious commodities Crichton shipped off would be used as well soon as they arrive within the corridors of the royal palace. Since Rihannan had married once, she knew the proceedings well.
Still, she sought advice from the Duchess.
“The wedding gown won’t change its shape from what had been used in the ti past. We don’t have much ti. But, however, considering the changing of the season, we need to change the fabric materials. It will take a while. I’ll et the jeweler and the contracted designer first. What do you think?”
The Duchess was fond of Rihannan’s thoughts.
“Yes. Since we’re running out of ti, let’s go with that. We’ll arrange for you to et with the pastor, the rchants and jewelers tomorrow in the early morning.”
Rihannan and the Duchess discussed the proceeding for hours, going through the details of the wedding immaculately.
Rihannan looked at the ti.
It was of the cocktail hour.
The Duchess left the mini-palace earlier than scheduled to deal with what she and Rihannan had discussed.
Rihannan was left alone in her chambers. She flipped through the pages of the thick book and studied the nas of the nobles. Alongside their nas, a brief history of their past was written. She appreciated the Duchess’ fine attention to detail. Her assessnt was consistent with what Rihannan had known in the past.
The Duchess truly had a keen and accurate eye as rumored.
There were fewer high-ranking nobles on the list compared to the ti past. This was expected. The Mother Queen’s loyal supporters had been relegated from the central political scene.
There were also nas Rihannan was unfamiliar with.
‘The future has truly changed,’
she thought.
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But aside from the few nas she did not know, Rihannan had no trouble rembering the nobles of the past.
Flipping the page, her face hardened montarily and she quickly checked the nas of the lower-ranking nobles.
There, in fine print, was a familiar na.
Leticia Olbach.
‘Is she the sa person?’
she wondered.
No, it could not be. Leticia was a relatively common na in Arundell. She could not make an affird guess with only one clue. And it was difficult to rember the nas of all the lower-ranking nobles. Maybe a noblewoman nad Leticia of the past did exist.
While she drowned in her thoughts, a knock rang from the door and a maid entered. She passed a letter to Rihannan.
“What is this?”
“A ssage from Her Majesty the Mother Queen,” the maid bowed.
Rihannan looked at the letter. A seal belonging to the Mother Queen was stamped diligently. The texture of the paper was unique. It was used exclusively by the royal family for official work.
She opened the letter and read through the content.
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