Chapter 51 (1/2)

The Reincarnated Princess’s Confrontation

Soed to procure father’s word All I wanted was to return, so I briefly excusedbreaths to calm my nerves

As soon as I stepped into the hall, I saw the two soldiers who guarded father’s bedroouard, Klaus It was supposed to only be those three The one I never expected to see took a step in my direction, the hard sound of contact on the eometric patterns echoed down the hall I froze and alany door was at my back I had nowhere to run

“Rosemarie”

Afury

I preparedhead

Confrontingin tow She had snohite skin and bewitching red lips A beautiful nose and faintly rosy cheeks The arch of her brows showed her strong personality, and her blue eyes, the color of jewels, were fixed on me

The fabric of the dress she as dark green velvet of fine quality A floas eold and silver threads, and the cuffs were tastefully adorned with a ant dress and carefully arranged platinue appropriate for her age

Why can’t I ever go anywhere without encounters like these?

With a heart full of sighs and complaints, I put on a fake smile

“How are you, madam?”

The reeted mother, a deep frown

Her cold glare made me want to run for the hills, but I endured

Mother opened her mouth, ready to lay into ood location, because she called ht next to father’s What sort of torture was this?

This time I definitely wanted to run in the opposite direction, not looking to either side, but I resigned myself and obediently followed after her

I was being led to the executioner’s chair…aheant furniture furnished the room The opulent interior, which heavily favored the use of stucco in its design, suited her The ceiling was carved with fine details, and a huge chandelierfroht, as it reflected off the chandelier, was painful to the eyes

The black wood sofa with its curved legs and balled feet had red upholstery detailed with gold and silver designs To cos and balled feet, which stood between my mother and I as she sat down She scrutinized me from across the table

My stothened

What was this, an intimidation tactic?

Her painted red lips finally parted after more than half a minute had passed

“What were you doing in His Majesty’s room, I wonder?”

When even I seldom enter, the end of her sentence implied

Since I was co so often, she would have found out eventually I knew the censure would coined

Beautiful but severe people are terribly intense, I thought distantly

The royal couple kept separate bedrooms

It wouldn’t raise any eyebrows if Nebel was a polygadom, but my father kept neither concubines nor mistresses Why would he sleep elsewhere? The ansas easy: because that’s what he decided

I don’t know the reason, but I decided he probably preferred to sleep alone To be honest, I wasn’t really interested so I never pried

“I spoke with my lord father a little”

I chose innocuous words, but the intensity of her gaze did not relent I knew: entering father’s room was already a crime to her

“His Majesty is busy You must not allow your selfish ways to inconvenience him”

I nodded obediently “Yes, ies”

Her cold expression did not groarmer

“His Majesty is a reat benevolence, but that is not an acceptable reason cause hiiven merely because you are a child? Discard your spoiled behavior”

“Yes…madam”