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In Will’s room within the Entark royal palace.
The warm afternoon sunlight gently spilled across the red carpet, bringing a sense of warmth.
The open wardrobe was filled with a dazzling array of clothes for various occasions and in various colors, much like the breakfast spread that morning. Once again, Will felt the “royal standard” and “royal treatnt.”
He stood alone before the wardrobe, rembering how each outfit seed to accompany Treya to different events.
Now, he was alone. After all, it was Treya’s coronation ceremony, and she had more demands regarding her attire, as well as the venue and proceedings.
As the “temporarily added” fiancé who was rely there for “companionship,” he probably didn’t need to think too much about it.
So now was one of those rare tis when Treya wasn’t by his side, and he had ti to change clothes by himself—a rarity since entering the palace.
He thought for a mont and decided to wear the black suit Treya preferred, not wanting to surprise her.
Looking at himself in the mirror wearing the black suit.
It was this color and style of clothing he had worn when he first t Treya at a royal banquet. Amidst the clinking glasses and bustling adults, under the cool, dim moonlight, he had seen Treya for the first ti.
And over the past three years at Entark’s First Academy, they had maintained a secret relationship—a ti that belonged only to them, where he gazed at his “princess” and the “color” in his eyes.
The maid sent by Treya to assist him had finished tidying his outfit.
But...
He looked at the maid adjusting his collar.
Was it really just the two of them... during that ti... was it really like that?
“Alright, don’t overthink it. What’s before now... is such a wonderful ‘reality’...”
But Will didn’t obediently follow her adjustnts.
Instead...
He tugged at his collar, deliberately revealing the bright red kiss mark Treya had left.
Without any sha, he displayed it openly, even adjusting his angle in the mirror to make the outfit look less tidy.
“Will... Mr. Will! Do you really... really have to show that? Won’t it... affect your image?”
“Treya did it on purpose earlier. Maybe it’s like a mark she left on ? So let’s show it off to everyone.”
In a way, this image resembled that of a playboy who relied on charming won for a living.
Well, this “living” was bestowed upon him by Treya, who was about to beco Entark’s new Empress.
“I really don’t know if you spoil her more or if she spoils you more...”
But it wasn’t bad.
Will didn’t care about others’ opinions; he just wanted everyone to know they were as bright and loving as the sunlight streaming in.
“Mr. Will, you might also need to wear this brooch...”
As Will pondered this, the royal maid approached with an exquisite blue rose brooch missing a petal at four o’clock.
He had indeed been acknowledged by Treya as part of the “royal family,” or else such a symbol of royalty wouldn’t be pinned on his chest.
“I think she spoils more?”
Will spread his arms wide, allowing her to pin the brooch—because in the royal family, these experienced maids always did it better than he could.
The maid’s hands seed clumsy as she fumbled with the brooch on Will’s chest but didn’t manage to pin it properly.
This was unusual in Will’s experience.
“Hmm... are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“Mr. Will is very perceptive. Treya... Her Majesty Treya dismissed all her previous servants about three days ago... It’s said she gave them a substantial severance package...”
“Oh?”
Will found Treya’s actions sowhat puzzling.
Treya was soone who valued her relationships with those around her. She wouldn’t just dismiss servants she’d employed for years without reason.
Even those around him—from coachn to maids—had been replaced with unfamiliar faces.
“Did she say why?”
“She... she... I’m sorry, Mr. Will, I can’t say!”
Now, Will found both Treya and this maid strange.
She seed genuinely afraid of Treya?
But...
Will pondered...
That gentle, kind-hearted Treya didn’t seem like soone to fear, right?
She’s not scary at all, is she?
“Don’t be afraid. Treya isn’t that intimidating. She won’t do anything to you for speaking up. After all, she’s such a gentle princess—well... maybe I shouldn’t call her ‘princess’ anymore?”
Unexpectedly, what Will thought was comforting seed to have the opposite effect.
As soon as he finished speaking, the maid’s hands trembled as she withdrew them from his chest.
Her gaze held not only fear but also sothing akin to looking at a monster.
“Mr. Will... are you serious?”
“What do you an?”
This question left Will montarily stunned.
“Her Majesty is... No, please pretend I said nothing today! Let’s leave it at that!”
Although entering the palace ant relying on his Hysterm family status and relationship with Treya to enjoy a life of luxury...
He wasn’t an idiot.
He sensed that at least in this maid’s eyes, Treya wasn’t the gentle figure he saw...
He glanced at the sunlight streaming through the window and squinted slightly.
He had “always” regarded Treya as the light shining into his heart—if his “mory” wasn’t wrong, then it couldn’t be wrong.
So was it because Treya had been through too much lately? Was she too tired? Did she have ntal stress he hadn’t noticed, leading to this situation?
“Alright. I’ll pretend you didn’t say anything. But... could you tell what you think of Her Majesty?”
Will smiled gently and lowered his head slightly to speak with her.
“This... this...”
She hesitated before finally saying:
“I... I just feel like only... only Mr. Will can see through Her Majesty’s thoughts and expressions... Everyone else...”
She didn’t finish her sentence.
Because her eyes widened suddenly, and in Will’s view, they were obscured by a pair of hands.
At the sa ti, he felt sothing soft press against his back.
Then “soone” blew gently into his ear and asked:
“Will~ Guess who I am?”
“Treya. I wouldn’t mistake you.”
“Yes, it’s .”
She smiled as she walked around to face him.
Standing in the sunlight he had been gazing at monts ago, she blocked out the light with her feet clad in black crystal shoes.
She wore an unusual black gown—sothing he’d only seen her wear at Edward’s funeral.
“I’m here to get you. Let’s head out now.”
“As for any aningless chatter...”
“—Let’s stop it here.”
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