Noura Giuseppe simply could not understand her superior.
The Crown Prince was almost murdered, and Grand Duke Trovica, who had been on the same ship as him, was eventually thrown into the basement of the Rubell Tower, where only the most heinous criminals were imprisoned.
So, Crown Princess Doris must have been the most anxious and crazy person in the palace.
“It seems like there isn’t much difference between what you sell at your jewelry store and what you offer me.”
“Your Highness, I am sorry to hear that...! You know that Your Highness’s things are selected first and best.”
“How do I know whether you give it to Blie or to me?”
Noura was silent. She knew full well that she was just making and selling similar things that Blie had made popular in the first place. She was a boss who couldn't stand it unless she made something shinier and more valuable.
Upon hearing the news of the Crown Prince, Noura observed that Doris, who had been exchanging letters with the Duke of Castagna, was not grieving but rather was putting more effort into her appearance than usual.
Strictly speaking, Doris was always obsessed with her appearance, but the adornment she was talking about here was how she became more like Blie Acacia and yet more noble and flashy.
Noura kept trying to say that she would have to go and look after His Highness the Crown Prince several times a day.
If Doris had the heart to do so, she would have run to his side a long time ago.
The reason Doris wanted to head to the Crown Prince's palace was because of what Irene said when she stopped by to briefly ask about his well-being.
“His Highness the Second Prince has come to see His Majesty the Emperor to report on the disappearance of a woman.”
Doris was so touched by those words.
As soon as Irene left, Doris, who had diligently dressed up, gathered all the attendants of the Crown Princess Palace and prepared for the procession.
Noura followed her one step behind, feeling a little uneasy.
Doris had recently dyed her hair back to a deep black and had pulled it up into a bun, revealing her shoulders and wearing a sparkling ruby rose necklace.
When viewed from behind, she looked just like a Blie Acacia.
No matter how much Noura tried to ignore it, her intentions were clear.
This is why Doris, the Crown Princess who fainted at the news of her husband's death, came out dressed up with such strength.
She left the palace, thinking that the second Prince, the Crown Prince's closest aide, would definitely be by her side.
'What on earth are you thinking?'
Just because she's a woman doesn't mean she can't have a government, but isn't that person her husband's younger brother? A half-brother at that.
Why would you want someone who isn't even worthy of being your lover?
Her head was about to burst trying to figure out Doris's intentions, but Doris, who was walking a little ahead of her, stopped dead in her tracks when she reached the bedroom where the Crown Prince was lying.
"...Your Grace?"
A chill ran down her spine as she thought she had been caught thinking about something else, but Doris' gaze was directed straight ahead, not to the side.
Her cheeks, which had been full of life, were pale and she looked as if she had seen a ghost.
“...Adrienne?”
It was a whisper that would never have been heard by the attendants following behind but was clearly heard by Noura who was nearby.
Adrienne.
As Doris' cheeks trembled as she muttered the name of the dead Grand Duchess, Noura followed her gaze and looked straight ahead.
“Countess Acacia.”
Blie Acacia recognized them and saluted them at the bedroom door.
Blie's hair was blonde, not black.
'This time, there will be a blonde craze in the capital.'
Noura decided that she had to be the first to buy blonde hair dye.
But unlike Noura, who took it lightly, Doris was unable to move.
“Your Highness, Countess Acacia has come to her senses.”
So, I meant for you to pretend that you know.
Doris looked at Blie with a face that seemed even more rigid as if she had forgotten to breathe.
For a moment, Doris' face was completely blank, and she thought that Noura had finally realized what had happened to her husband.
Adrienne waited for Doris to react, then finally walked halfway down the hallway, lifted the hem of her dress, and bowed her head.
“Your Highness.”
Even though the movements of bending and straightening were slow and polite, Doris still remained frozen.
Doris opened her mouth when the servants, who had been patiently waiting for the ominous sign, began to murmur a little behind her.
“Blie.”
“Yes, Your Highness. Have you come to see His Highness the Crown Prince?”
“A bird I haven’t seen... A head...”
Doris stuttered like a child who had just learned to speak, saying the name 'Blie' as if confirming it.
“Oh, this is it.”
Adrienne smiled brightly as if a piece of her most glorious childhood had been torn from her.
It was a smile full of sincerity, on a whole other level than Blie's bright and innocent smile.
The face of Doris that Noura faced was like an expression of facing a ghost.
“His Highness the Crown Prince recommended that I go blonde, thinking that it would suit me.”
Doris's gaze followed the honey-blond hair down to the gold pendant glittering on Adrienne's chest.
One of her well-groomed eyebrows twitched.
Doris immediately recognized the identity of the pendant.
It was something the Crown Prince never took off from his neck.
Even on the night he was attacked, when she tore his clothes with her own hands, it was still shining on his pale neck.
“A necklace I’ve never seen before..."
"Ah."
Adrienne hid the necklace that was sticking out in her bosom and smiled awkwardly.
And in an instant, Doris's eyes fell coldly on that troubled face.
“Did I do something wrong?”
"Ah!"
Doris' face became even more gruesome at Adrienne's startled expression.
“Is that okay?”
“...Yes, I can’t accept it.”
“...”
“You know who my love and hate are.”
Is this the face of a woman who is loved by someone? The person whose feelings of love and hate are directed towards the already fallen Grand Duke, but perhaps it was the Second Prince who confessed to her or someone new.
Noura was thinking about Blie Acacia's new scandalous partner without any doubts, then flinched as the colder air in the hallway settled down.
Naturally, Noura's gaze flowed towards the familiar sound.
Doris's fingertips, which had been forcibly raising the corners of her lips, were moving busily, scraping away at the rough edges of her nails.
“His Highness the Crown Prince has come to see a doctor... I would like to take my leave now. Is that okay?”
Doris's eyes, which were bright red as if she were about to scream, blinked slowly.
It meant that it was okay to step down.
Adrienne passed her with a strange smile and a polite manner.
"Your Highness?"
“...I have to check on my husband myself.”
A deep, muffled voice stopped Noura and her attendants in the middle of the hallway.
Crown Princess Doris opened the door herself and entered Crown Prince Bardenaldo's bedroom alone.
Nowra felt a chill somehow.
My face, which had been sending the devil to the devil, collapsed as soon as I passed Doris.
As a Blie, I felt like my heart was breaking as I faced all kinds of betrayals like I was left alone in the world.
Where and how did it go wrong?
Distrust of humanity. Contempt. Hatred.
Everything I set foot on was a lie, nothing more than an illusion that I saw as I wanted to see it.
Did my father not love me?
Because my mother passed away giving birth to me, the relationship between father and daughter was not always close.
My father was strict, but he never hurt me.
Did I live my life under the illusion that my father secretly loved me because I resembled my Mother's eyes?
It seemed as if everything that made up my body had turned into blood and tears.
As if I were a small boat drifting on a vast ocean, I walked aimlessly through the corners of the palace, eventually setting foot on the 'small forest'.
The day had already become dark.
I found Rhodnes standing in the darkest part of the tunnel, rejecting even the occasional white moonlight, amidst a green space covered in thorny vines.
As soon as I stopped walking, Rhodnes noticed me and turned around.
If there was a mirror, would it look like that?
A man like a precarious castle that collapsed and was rebuilt then collapsed and was forcibly rebuilt, looked at me darkly.
I thought I would look like that too.
And soon.
Without anyone telling us to, we took a step toward each other.
The distance that had been quite far apart became closer as our footsteps got faster as we got closer to each other.
“Ro...”
I couldn't call his name.
Rhodnes, who had trapped me in his shadow, pulled me by the waist and the back of my head and swallowed my lips.
Rough, hot lips opened my soft lips as if they were scary to touch, and dug deep into my mouth.
It was such a passionate atmosphere that I was panting for breath.
In an instant, Rhodnes's breath, which had pushed deep into my mouth, mixed with my breath and then dispersed repeatedly.
“Adrienne...”
As my lips parted for a moment, a low voice came rushing into my mouth.
It was a wet, hot breath.
The tall nose bumped into and rubbed against my small nose again and again.
It was only for a moment that I felt like he had completely taken over my mouth.
In fact, the moment our lips met, I realized that it was I who had wrapped both arms around his neck and hung on as if I were standing on a cliff.
Ah.
“Adrienne, Adrienne...”
The groaning sound of a wounded animal gnawing at my mouth was hot and deep.
The sound of hot things touching each other sent shivers down every corner of my spine.
We coveted and clung to each other as if we were the only things left in the world.
No conversation whatsoever.
Even the obvious question of what happened.
We didn't.
The moonlight is breaking through, and the starlight is piercing through the vines.
No sound from the surroundings could be heard. Only the sloshing sound of wet flesh rubbing against each other filled my ears.
My breath was pounding, pounding, pounding until I was panting and begging for it to stop.
Rhodnes explored me as if he was trying to get inside me somehow.
Our lower bodies, pressed against each other, were surprisingly firm and hot every time he pulled me in deeper as if to lift me up.
Boom-!
Thunder rumbled across the sky, which had been damp the whole time, and heavy rain suddenly poured down.
A torrent of raindrops poured down, passing through the vines and hitting us directly.
Swaaaahh ...
The sound of heavy rain hit my ears.
It was to the point where I couldn't tell if I was drinking rain or the breath of Rhodnes.
When the sound of the rain subsided, and even the starlight, brighter than before the rain, began to wilt, when we, who had been disheveled and disheveled, finally caught our breath and touched our wet foreheads and noses.
Rhodnes whispered to me with his eyes darkened.
“...I’m dying to be inside you, Adrienne.”
Every time his glossy lips, clearly mine, moved, my breath caught in my throat.
It was a voice seething from below, like his eyes from which light had burst out.
“I want to get closer to you. I want to touch you deeper. I think I’m going crazy.”
A rough voice, scratching at his thick neck, crawled into my ear.
I too was going crazy.
Closer, deeper. I want to hold onto him at this moment when everything I was standing on comes crashing down.
"Roan.."
Again, I couldn't finish calling his name.
This is because Rhodnes, who had been staring at my lips as if glaring, brought our lips together again.
Unlike the beginning, the beginning was gentle, but as we ran towards the end, we hugged and kissed each other as if we were going to swallow each other.
It was the time of the rising moon after a terrible shower in the early evening.
Without even having time to fear the something inside me that was crumbling beneath my feet, I clung to him as if he were the only lifeline sent down from heaven, our hot breaths entangled.
It didn't matter now what was coming crashing down beneath my feet with the sound of thunder subsiding.
That night.
Crown Prince Bardenaldo has died a short life.
This happened right after Crown Princess Doris went to visit the sick man.
"...Your Grace?"
A chill ran down her spine as she thought she had been caught thinking about something else, but Doris' gaze was directed straight ahead, not to the side.
Her cheeks, which had been full of life, were pale and she looked as if she had seen a ghost.
“...Adrienne?”
It was a whisper that would never have been heard by the attendants following behind but was clearly heard by Noura who was nearby.
Adrienne.
As Doris' cheeks trembled as she muttered the name of the dead Grand Duchess, Noura followed her gaze and looked straight ahead.
“Countess Acacia.”
Blie Acacia recognized them and saluted them at the bedroom door.
Blie's hair was blonde, not black.
'This time, there will be a blonde craze in the capital.'
Noura decided that she had to be the first to buy blonde hair dye.
But unlike Noura, who took it lightly, Doris was unable to move.
“Your Highness, Countess Acacia has come to her senses.”
So, I meant for you to pretend that you know.
Doris looked at Blie with a face that seemed even more rigid as if she had forgotten to breathe.
For a moment, Doris' face was completely blank, and she thought that Noura had finally realized what had happened to her husband.
***
Adrienne waited for Doris to react, then finally walked halfway down the hallway, lifted the hem of her dress, and bowed her head.
“Your Highness.”
Even though the movements of bending and straightening were slow and polite, Doris still remained frozen.
Doris opened her mouth when the servants, who had been patiently waiting for the ominous sign, began to murmur a little behind her.
“Blie.”
“Yes, Your Highness. Have you come to see His Highness the Crown Prince?”
“A bird I haven’t seen... A head...”
Doris stuttered like a child who had just learned to speak, saying the name 'Blie' as if confirming it.
“Oh, this is it.”
Adrienne smiled brightly as if a piece of her most glorious childhood had been torn from her.
It was a smile full of sincerity, on a whole other level than Blie's bright and innocent smile.
The face of Doris that Noura faced was like an expression of facing a ghost.
“His Highness the Crown Prince recommended that I go blonde, thinking that it would suit me.”
Doris's gaze followed the honey-blond hair down to the gold pendant glittering on Adrienne's chest.
One of her well-groomed eyebrows twitched.
Doris immediately recognized the identity of the pendant.
It was something the Crown Prince never took off from his neck.
Even on the night he was attacked, when she tore his clothes with her own hands, it was still shining on his pale neck.
“A necklace I’ve never seen before..."
"Ah."
Adrienne hid the necklace that was sticking out in her bosom and smiled awkwardly.
And in an instant, Doris's eyes fell coldly on that troubled face.
“Did I do something wrong?”
"Ah!"
Doris' face became even more gruesome at Adrienne's startled expression.
“Is that okay?”
“...Yes, I can’t accept it.”
“...”
“You know who my love and hate are.”
Is this the face of a woman who is loved by someone? The person whose feelings of love and hate are directed towards the already fallen Grand Duke, but perhaps it was the Second Prince who confessed to her or someone new.
Noura was thinking about Blie Acacia's new scandalous partner without any doubts, then flinched as the colder air in the hallway settled down.
Naturally, Noura's gaze flowed towards the familiar sound.
Doris's fingertips, which had been forcibly raising the corners of her lips, were moving busily, scraping away at the rough edges of her nails.
“His Highness the Crown Prince has come to see a doctor... I would like to take my leave now. Is that okay?”
Doris's eyes, which were bright red as if she were about to scream, blinked slowly.
It meant that it was okay to step down.
Adrienne passed her with a strange smile and a polite manner.
"Your Highness?"
“...I have to check on my husband myself.”
A deep, muffled voice stopped Noura and her attendants in the middle of the hallway.
Crown Princess Doris opened the door herself and entered Crown Prince Bardenaldo's bedroom alone.
Nowra felt a chill somehow.
***
My face, which had been sending the devil to the devil, collapsed as soon as I passed Doris.
As a Blie, I felt like my heart was breaking as I faced all kinds of betrayals like I was left alone in the world.
Where and how did it go wrong?
Distrust of humanity. Contempt. Hatred.
Everything I set foot on was a lie, nothing more than an illusion that I saw as I wanted to see it.
Did my father not love me?
Because my mother passed away giving birth to me, the relationship between father and daughter was not always close.
My father was strict, but he never hurt me.
Did I live my life under the illusion that my father secretly loved me because I resembled my Mother's eyes?
It seemed as if everything that made up my body had turned into blood and tears.
As if I were a small boat drifting on a vast ocean, I walked aimlessly through the corners of the palace, eventually setting foot on the 'small forest'.
The day had already become dark.
I found Rhodnes standing in the darkest part of the tunnel, rejecting even the occasional white moonlight, amidst a green space covered in thorny vines.
As soon as I stopped walking, Rhodnes noticed me and turned around.
If there was a mirror, would it look like that?
A man like a precarious castle that collapsed and was rebuilt then collapsed and was forcibly rebuilt, looked at me darkly.
I thought I would look like that too.
And soon.
Without anyone telling us to, we took a step toward each other.
The distance that had been quite far apart became closer as our footsteps got faster as we got closer to each other.
“Ro...”
I couldn't call his name.
Rhodnes, who had trapped me in his shadow, pulled me by the waist and the back of my head and swallowed my lips.
Rough, hot lips opened my soft lips as if they were scary to touch, and dug deep into my mouth.
It was such a passionate atmosphere that I was panting for breath.
In an instant, Rhodnes's breath, which had pushed deep into my mouth, mixed with my breath and then dispersed repeatedly.
“Adrienne...”
As my lips parted for a moment, a low voice came rushing into my mouth.
It was a wet, hot breath.
The tall nose bumped into and rubbed against my small nose again and again.
It was only for a moment that I felt like he had completely taken over my mouth.
In fact, the moment our lips met, I realized that it was I who had wrapped both arms around his neck and hung on as if I were standing on a cliff.
Ah.
“Adrienne, Adrienne...”
The groaning sound of a wounded animal gnawing at my mouth was hot and deep.
The sound of hot things touching each other sent shivers down every corner of my spine.
We coveted and clung to each other as if we were the only things left in the world.
No conversation whatsoever.
Even the obvious question of what happened.
We didn't.
The moonlight is breaking through, and the starlight is piercing through the vines.
No sound from the surroundings could be heard. Only the sloshing sound of wet flesh rubbing against each other filled my ears.
My breath was pounding, pounding, pounding until I was panting and begging for it to stop.
Rhodnes explored me as if he was trying to get inside me somehow.
Our lower bodies, pressed against each other, were surprisingly firm and hot every time he pulled me in deeper as if to lift me up.
Boom-!
Thunder rumbled across the sky, which had been damp the whole time, and heavy rain suddenly poured down.
A torrent of raindrops poured down, passing through the vines and hitting us directly.
Swaaaahh ...
The sound of heavy rain hit my ears.
It was to the point where I couldn't tell if I was drinking rain or the breath of Rhodnes.
When the sound of the rain subsided, and even the starlight, brighter than before the rain, began to wilt, when we, who had been disheveled and disheveled, finally caught our breath and touched our wet foreheads and noses.
Rhodnes whispered to me with his eyes darkened.
“...I’m dying to be inside you, Adrienne.”
Every time his glossy lips, clearly mine, moved, my breath caught in my throat.
It was a voice seething from below, like his eyes from which light had burst out.
“I want to get closer to you. I want to touch you deeper. I think I’m going crazy.”
A rough voice, scratching at his thick neck, crawled into my ear.
I too was going crazy.
Closer, deeper. I want to hold onto him at this moment when everything I was standing on comes crashing down.
"Roan.."
Again, I couldn't finish calling his name.
This is because Rhodnes, who had been staring at my lips as if glaring, brought our lips together again.
Unlike the beginning, the beginning was gentle, but as we ran towards the end, we hugged and kissed each other as if we were going to swallow each other.
It was the time of the rising moon after a terrible shower in the early evening.
Without even having time to fear the something inside me that was crumbling beneath my feet, I clung to him as if he were the only lifeline sent down from heaven, our hot breaths entangled.
It didn't matter now what was coming crashing down beneath my feet with the sound of thunder subsiding.
That night.
Crown Prince Bardenaldo has died a short life.
This happened right after Crown Princess Doris went to visit the sick man.
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