Chapter 248: Make another robe
Alaric stirred awake from his slumber, the evening light filtering through the heavy curtains. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet touching the cool floor. After he freshened up, he made his way outside and found Jasper.
"Where is Scarlet?" asked Alaric before settling on the sofa.
"Her Highness has gone to see Princess Alora," he replied. "Shall I send a servant to fetch Her Highness?"
Alaric shook his head. "That’s not needed. Was Scarlet upset when I wasn’t around?" he queried the steward.
"Her Highness appeared sowhat disoriented," Jasper acknowledged truthfully. "I believe Prince Alaric’s departure on their wedding night may have contributed to that."
"It was necessary," Alaric responded vaguely, sensing Scarlet’s presence as he glanced towards the doors. As expected, Scarlet entered, offering a greeting to the prince before directing the servants to tidy the bedchamber.
"Have a seat, Scarlet. Where are you heading?" Alaric intercepted her as she made her way to the bedchamber.
Scarlet shot him a sidelong glance, a fleeting expression that sent a wave of unease through him. Sensing sothing was amiss, Alaric motioned for Jasper to leave, and the room soon emptied.
Without hesitation, Alaric closed the distance between them, his imposing figure towering over her.
"What happened? Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Are you still upset that I left you alone right after our wedding?" Regret washed over him as he spoke, knowing it had been a mistake to depart on the very day they were wed. And now, he was determined to make ands for that lapse in judgnt.
"No," Scarlet replied. "I am no one to get upset."
"The way you speak shows you are angry about it," Alaric said, his voice gentle but insistent. "Forgive ," he apologized again.
"Why doesn’t Prince Alaric tell
that he never liked ? That would be much better because then, I wouldn’t have any hopes," Scarlet murmured, her voice laced with bitterness.
Alaric felt a pang of concern, realizing that sothing had deeply troubled Scarlet, igniting this anger within her. Just that morning, everything seed fine. What had caused this sudden shift in her deanor?
"I never disliked you, Scarlet. If you don’t communicate with , how am I supposed to find out what’s bothering you? Please, share with
so I can try to be better," Alaric said, his tone humble and earnest.
"Why did His Highness give the robe to Jasper?" Scarlet questioned, her voice trembling with hurt.
"Robe?" Alaric frowned, then suddenly recalled the incident. "Ah, that... I-I..." He struggled to find the right words to explain his actions.
"His Highness could have simply told
he didn’t like my present. I was grateful to you that day for helping , and the robe was a gesture of my gratitude," Scarlet said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Forgive , Scarlet. I was ignorant about this," Alaric replied, his voice heavy with guilt. "I never intended to hurt you. Honestly, I didn’t even know. How could I have accepted a robe from you? But I understand it was my fault to give such a precious thing to Jasper."
Scarlet lifted her head to look at him. "I want to be loved. Even a small gesture of care will make
feel happy," she murmured.
"I will be a good husband to you. I didn’t marry you to ignore you," Alaric assured her. He brought his hand to her back and drew her nearer for a hug. His other hand rested at the top of her head. "Make another robe for
and I’ll definitely wear that," he added.
Scarlet smiled and humd in agreent.
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"lody, where are you lost? I’ve been calling your na for a while. And why are you wiping the sa spot over and over?" Alora’s voice was louder this ti, breaking through lody’s reverie.
Startled, lody lifted her head and realized what she had been doing. She quickly moved her hand away from the table, noticing the amusent dancing on both Alora’s and Selvina’s faces.
"Oh, it’s nothing," lody replied, attempting to brush off her distraction.
"I think lody’s seeing a man. That kind of blush only cos from thoughts of romance," Alora teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes visible.
"Oh, really, lody?" Selvina’s eyes widened in surprise. The curiosity and excitent were present in her voice.
"That’s not true, Your Highness," lody insisted, trying to hide the truth as her face flushed a deeper shade of red.
"Don’t hide it and tell us. How did it go with Prince Izaak?" Alora pressed, her tone more direct now. "We won’t tell anyone. This secret will stay just between the three of us," she promised, leaning in closer to emphasize her sincerity.
Selvina nodded in agreent, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes, lody, you can trust us. We’re dying to know!"
"Umm... Prince Izaak wants
to know him not as a prince, but as him. While I’m confused about how will everyone perceive this relationship. I’m not of noble blood. At the sa ti, I feel quite blessed. I never imagined a prince would propose to ," lody truthfully admitted in front of them while sharing her feelings.
"Just go with the flow," Alora advised her.
"I still feel I am not even good for Prince Izaak," lody stated. "But if I tell him, he may get upset or angry," she murmured.
"Don’t let those thoughts ruin your present. Believe , I’ve done that a lot. You need to think of the present, the current mont, and the person who is ready to be with you," Alora further shared so words of wisdom with lody.
"By the way, I have this to give to Brother Izaak. Give this to him for . Will you?" Alora asked as she picked the book from the table beside the recliner. "He gave this to
to practice writing. Please say thank you to him on my behalf," she urged.
lody held the book and bowed to her before leaving the room. She looked at it and felt Alora intentionally pushing her close to Izaak. She was a well-wisher of their relationship. It made her smile and she hastily made her way to Izaak’s manor.
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