Once I returned to my quarters, my nose scrunched up. Only the head maid ca in with .
Silvia only told to avoid Cassara. She didn't ntion there was a male version of her!
I stomped my way to the settee and plopped down. Crossing my arms as I scoffed.
How could he casually ask soone to do suicide? It was as if he was rely asking soone to sleep!
Goodness… he sohow aggravated . A deep sigh slipped past my lips. If he asked that before, I would probably just ask him to kill .
However, those silly thoughts had long left my system. I asked Sam many tis to kill in the past, that even I gave up on the thought.
"Do you want to bring you tea, Miss?" The head maid inquired, standing not far away from the side of the settee.
Slowly, I gazed at her. "What is your na?"
"Countess Mildred of the house of Soulton, your high — Miss. I'm your head lady-in-waiting."
A noble woman? Right… Fabian told about it before. However, why would I need one if I'm not a royalty? Did she co to watch my every movent?
"Lady Soulton,"
"Mildred, Miss." She corrected, just before I could even start speaking. "Her royal highness had requested to look after you."
Even though she only said those words, I grasped her other intentions. Silvia sent her to as a reminder of all her advice to .
"Alright, Mildred. Please bring so tea. You know my preferences." I nodded and waved.
"Yes." With that being said, Mildred left almost soundlessly.
In this place, I had to see myself above others. It disgusts , honestly.
I massaged my temple as I closed my eyes. How could a lowborn like talk down to people?
My lady-in-waiting was a countess. And yet, she was receiving orders from . Silvia was treating kindly because of Sam. The question was, until when?
If she was a mber of a faction who supported Sam, then that only ant she would kill once she found my existence a nuisance. That was why she had told all that, right?
Not to ntion Cassara and the ninth prince. Their attitude towards was because they obviously dislike .
I wonder how many more of them I would have to et? They're all unreasonable in their unique ways. Twisted, if I may add.
"But perhaps, I am managing because Sam was more or less like that at first." I sighed once again. "I will have to dine with them later, right?"
I wondered what kind of dinner would it be? Slowly, I opened my eyes as I imagined how the dinner would look like.
My face twitched. They wouldn't serve raw ats, right?
Just the thought of it sent a shiver down my spine. Was that the reason the ninth prince told to kill myself before then?
"How I wish Sam will just barge in here." I murmured, gazing at the window with that wishful thinking.
But nothing.
"Do I really want him to co right now, though?" I whispered, without looking away.
Of course, I'd be happy if Sam suddenly barged in that window. I'd probably cry in happiness.
However, deep within, I actually believed it was better that he wasn't here. Why? After knowing his real ground in the capital, I wanted him to prepare.
'I can survive here… I have to. So, Sam, I hope you wouldn't do sothing so reckless.' I prayed internally, hoping for his safety.
Knowing Sam, he had a tendency to act out of impulse. But there were tis he would take a step back to see the bigger picture.
Right now, I was hoping he was doing the latter. I could wait for him whilst treading carefully for my survival.
"I can wait." I whispered. "My love."
*
Soon, Mildred ca in and served tea. Since I didn't have any scheduled activity for today, I stayed in my quarters until it was ti for supper.
Just as the ninth prince said, a word ca to , inviting to dinner. Mildred assisted to the grand dining hall. I rely glanced at the beauty of the palace.
When we arrived, there were already a few people present. The ninth prince was already in here as well — and a few unfamiliar faces.
"Take a seat, Miss." Mildred beckoned, dragging an empty chair.
I perched down without a word. Right now, there were only six people around the long table. My seat was three chairs away from the head seat on its right.
Across from , there were three empty seats. The ninth prince was sitting on the fourth seat. I said nothing as I scanned the rest. All of them were staring at with different emotions in their eyes: so bore contempt, others in amusent.
Our distance was three or four empty seats. So it was easier to count. Right now, there were four princes and two princess. If I included myself, there would be seven of us in total.
I gazed down, letting them drill a hole in my head with just their gazes. I wondered where was Silvia? Would she join here?
It would be better if she'd be here. I didn't care about Cassara. Her male version is already here. And his gaze already made a hole from my forehead to the back of my head.
This was the best ti to eat a lot to ease my stress. But I don't think it was possible in here. I didn't even have any idea what they would serve us.
"I told you, didn't I?" Suddenly, I heard the ninth prince spew nonsense. "Why are you here?"
'Hold it in, Lilou. Hold it in.' I advised internally as I raised my head.
The side of my lips turned up into a smile, mimicking Fabian's bright smile. Am I doing it correct? I didn't know.
I thought if I mimicked Fabian's expression, I'd last long. Before I knew it, I overdid it and spoke my thoughts aloud.
"Get lost."
"…"
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