His presence alone attracted the attention of everyone in the banquet hall. Men and women, young and old, and people of high and low status looked down on him. Even Rosentine was looking at him with a glass of champagne.
She had no choice but to revise her past thoughts. He was more like a being carved by some demonic thing than an angel.
"Prince, the evening primroses are blooming so beautifully in the garden. Would you like to go see it together?"
"I want to talk to you and your family..."
The whispers could be heard even in her ears.
"Excuse me, I have to do something."
And Shartus ruthlessly shook off all those temptations. It was an attitude that did not even have etiquette.
There were not one or two people around, so if he matched them one by one, his fatigue would increase.
It wasn't that he didn't understand either. Still, they say a woman who keeps him by her side never ends.
As for Rosentine, she thought that the women who threw their whole bodies in front of that intense gaze were even more amazing.
Rosentine Arzen was at the party. The setting could have been a flower if she wanted, but since Violetta's passing, Rosentine hadn't felt like it. She deliberately dressed modestly, avoiding the public gaze.
This was especially true when she came to the imperial palace. In the place where the ghost recognized her, she didn't want to offend Heimt, who was so disheartened.
Debutant. At the beginning of that brilliant social world, she could not stop the phantom mischief. A ghost lurked among the children of the up-and-coming forces who rushed to greet her.
At the dawn of the glittering social scene, Debutante was unable to resist the sway of fashion. Among the rising stars eager to greet her, a ghost lurked.
She almost waved goodbye to the air, but thankfully stopped just before she could. Ghosts who had once been Haljok.
He was laughing and laughing. Rosentine walked lightly and whispered curses in the ghost's ear.
In the twenty years she has lived in 21st century Korea, she has never been treated with any respect based on social status, so ghosts are always the ones who shock her.
- It's barbaric!
- Really, you don't even know manners.
- We are royalty!
Even if they tried to fool around, they were the ones who were bored. The ghosts didn't want to miss the reactions of the living.
That's why they whispered.
- Were you looking at that kid?
- he's going to die soon.
It was deja vu. He'll talk about being cursed again, Rosentine said, dismissing the ghost story indifferently. Until the next words came.
- There will be poison in the glass.
Her heart sank. Rosentine sat up involuntarily and looked at the ghost. The ghost smiled seductively, as if he had achieved his goal.
- The cup that goes to the Crown Prince is planned to be changed.
It was a plot to poison.
***
She couldn't figure out why her heart was pounding so hard. The ghosts simply laughed, as if they'd discovered a delightful prank, and it was Rosentine who was troubled.
If it were true to his resolve, Rosentine should have ignored the news. Another's life couldn't be more precious than her own. But Rosentine's mind was racing.
She's heard countless ghost stories, but this was the first time she heard of a plot to poison someone, especially one that would involve the royal family.
It was already a precarious situation. Rosentine avoided the palace to protect her own secret. There were too many ghosts inside.
It was natural that ghosts would take an interest in her. She was like a single color television in a world of pure black and white.
Kartazen's laws did not extend beyond the dukedom. Even if she was Arzen's only eldest daughter, the result was the same. Of course, there must have been another way. Her father, Heimt, could have taken full responsibility and ensured Rosentine's escape.
But that was not the outcome she wanted.
Rosentine bit his nail. That day, Rosentine returned earlier than usual and shut herself in her room.
Corte knocked on her door out of concern, but all she got was an apology and a promise to see her later.
To be honest, Rosentine didn't want to die. She remembered how painful it had been to be hit by a car and dislocated.
People won't know.
Besides, she didn't want to lose the family she had for the first time.
Compared to that, the life of the Prince was honestly not important. Still, Shatt's face twitched. She was also concerned about the frozen face that had been so innocent.
Rosentine, who had been up all night worrying, found Corte asleep in front of the door while waiting for her sister.
Holding her tightly, Rosentine felt the dawn approaching the window.
A person who would harm the royal family and those in power.
Thoughts woven together like a web. And soon, as the sunlight touched Corte's face, another thought occurred to Rosentine. It was an unforgettable memory from the past.
'Is the price of life a life?'
This is something she hadn't thought about. Let's think about it again.
It was clear that the Second Prince was in danger of death. Furthermore, the current Crown Prince of Kartazen was extremely ill.
If all of the above successors were lost at once, the empire would surely fall into chaos. Moreover, Shartus would also die.
- The glass for the Prince is going to be changed.
She immediately remembered the ghost's foreshadowing. A very naked plan. Perhaps the ghost knew everything.
Perhaps Rosentine had been thinking about something too stupid. This was a matter that could be an opportunity for her.
She should not inform Shartus of this plan, but should use it.
She will save Chartus.
And her life will be guaranteed. As Arzen's Rosentine.
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