Chapter 01
Awakened by the soft voice of a maid, I stood up from my bed, still wishing to return to sleep.
"Ma… I…Take…Lea…"
In the state I was, it seemed as if the maid's lips were merely moving, not letting any sounds whatsoever, and taking her leave.
I stepped to the front of the mirror and glanced at what seemed like a zombie version of me – messy dark brown hair, red eyes, head tilted as if I was sleeping on my shoulder, and a curved back. Looking at it has given me the thought I should take better care of myself. It was on this certain day that I made the choice I thought I would regret for the rest of my life.
I left my room and went to the bathroom, equipped with what I needed to fix my look. On my long path, I happened to pass by my sister, Celia, who was in a charming outfit, fitting of a princess. As she noticed me when we walked by, she covered her mouth and let out a giggle, looking down at me.
- Hmph…You finally woke up, lazy bones.
- Rose! Seee!
A Roserade stood by her, expressing the same look as her trainer. It was holding a red envelope, which I thought to be destined to Celia. I kept walking, pretending to not notice them…
After returning to my room, I looked at my bed, where my garb would reside, prepared by the maids. While preparing myself, the curiosity of what letter could be in the envelope Roserade was holding.
Finishing my visual overhaul, I looked at the mirror again to see my appearance changed, as if I was a totally different person from when I woke up.
I returned to my thoughts, hoping to occupy my mind. My father is the only one who usually receives and sends letter on a regular basis, and suddenly seeing Celia with one garnered some interest from me in knowing its contents. Glancing at my desk broke my state of loss in thoughts. An envelope, red as the one Celia's Roserade was holding, was sitting on my desk. I was surprised, but it felt invigorating that I would satisfy my curiosity, and sooner than I would have thought.
I reached my hand to it and removed its seal, quickly taking the letter inside with three fingers. I pulled the chair to read it comfortably…
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"That badly-behaved, lazy bones!" a scream was heard throughout the castle. That was my scream. Roserade tapped my leg, trying to calm me down. I sat on my bed and grabbed a pillow, holding it very tightly to send it all my anger. I heard a door knocking thrice, and I rushed to make myself not look as mad as I was.
- Excuse me, milady. The master is worried about your state and would like to know what has happened.
- I'm fine! I just needed to express my feelings on this pillow.
- Has the young master angered you again?
- Yes. But I am calm now. Thank you for your concern, Merlin.
The maid bowed, and left the room. Merlin was amongst the few maids I trusted, and let myself looser around. She would often listen to me when my brother had angered me.
Afterwards, I left my room to meet with my father. Roserade left out a sigh of relief and followed me closely. While getting closer to the meeting room, where I believed my father was, I could hear an unknown, manly voice, still at a distance where I could not recognize what they were speaking.
I did not wish to disturb my father's conversation with this man, but a visit was rare in our place, and so I was curious to discover what they were talking about.
- I am sorry, Monsieur Antoine. The necklace is a memento, and something I cannot hand over.
Hearing my father say that made me think our visitor was a noble, seeking to buy a possession of ours. Although, the necklace was something I could not figure which one he spoke of. Our family possessed riches, but for my father to neglect a noble's interest in a necklace, while he possesses many of them, had put me at distraught.
- I understand. If that is your thought, then I will excuse myself. Pardon for the interruption.
I could hear footsteps, which seemed to be going towards the door, where I was listening from the outside. I heard them, but I reacted late, attempting to leave the place before being seen. The noble opened the door, and I saw his face. A short-haired redhead, with a mustache. Brown eyes, one which had a monocle on. He wore a black suit with a red bowtie and white gloves. His appearance and overhearing my father's conversation gave me the impression that he was very polite, and yet the expression in his face seemed to say otherwise. His furrowed brows and awkward smile paralyzed my legs, making me stand on the spot, where I looked up at the tall man.
- Excuse me, I must be on my way. We shall meet later…
The man slowly continued on his way, as if he wasn't in a rush at all. I looked back at the meeting room's doors and glanced at my father sweating, leaning towards the table while sat on a sofa, both elbows resting at his knees, with his hands clenched together, supporting his head. I walked inside and asked him:
- Father?
- Celia, is that you?
- Yes. I noticed a man leaving just now. What has happened?
- You don't need to trouble yourself. I will take care of it.
Roserade joined us, happily jumping and carrying the red envelope which has been with her ever since.
- Ah, Roserade. You brought the envelope.
My father raised its head, revealing his wet face of sweat, showing that he was very worried about something. I stood up and received the envelope from Roserade, which I then delivered to father.
- Roserade told me this was for you.
He removed the seal, and quickly took the letter from within the envelope. As he read the letter, his expression began to change, his eyes wide open and teeth clashing…
- But. This can't be...!