Chapter 21 - Foreign Kindness (1/2)

Chapter 21 – Foreign Kindness

Dia bowed deeply to Nabel, who was approaching. Then, she glimpsed a hair of a unique color that was not found in the West. Certainly, she belonged from the East.

Dia also bowed her head at Ronée, recalling Nabel’s order before he left. “The owner of the palace will come, so be prepared.”

The owner of the palace has finally arrived, she thought.

Nabel glanced at Dia, as if he didn’t have to say anything. The chief maid then greeted with a warm smile. “The master of the palace?”

Ronée looked at Nabel as he laughed, but deep within, he was becoming impatient. Ronée was like a journal Nabel didn’t want to show to anyone.

“Can we dare ask your name?” Dia asked softly, and Ronée looked back at her. “Ronée,” she paused. She was hesitant to reveal her surname. “…de Rieda.”

At her answer, the maids around them held their breaths.

“Be comfortable.”

Ronée glanced around briefly and caught a glimpse of subtle fear in their faces. Most of the people she met at the Rieda mansion were hostile to her, and those who heard her rumours avoided her. Because of this, she was able to perceive people’s reactions better.

Everyone in the hallway was staring. Perhaps it was the formidable presence of the Emperor of the West, but that wasn’t entirely the reason. Even Nabel knew that.

After a moment’s silence, Ronée finally nodded her head. “I will.”

A warm smile then spread across the face of the chief maid. “I heard a lot about you. First, would you like a little rest?” Her gaze turned to Ronée’s legs, which were a little swollen from their long travel.

“I will prepare a massage.” Dia held her arm toward Ronée. At the end of the corridor, several eyes were fixed at their backs.

They were strangers to Ronée, and among them was Knight Nesha, who had unintentionally interfered with her and the King’s moment together. Pulps of sweat began to form on his palms. “Why is the timing so bad these days?” he thought.

“…….” Nabel’s gaze turned towards them. Their complexion was as pale as a sheet.

“I’ll be looking around the castle for a while,” Ronée interrupted.

Nabel still had urgent matters to attend to. Above all, Nabel was the Emperor of their country. Ronée hadn’t completely realized it yet, but there were countless people who he had business with, so she tried to understand it a little. He would be very busy.

“Alright.” Nabel nodded helplessly at her words. He wanted to spend the whole day with Ronée, if only he could. For the last ten years, he had been enduring his longing.

It was all because he wanted to keep her safe, and it was only possible if he regained the throne that he had no interest in.

“…Instead, stay only at Ronée Palace.” Nabel looked around. It didn’t reassure him that Ronée would be exposed to strangers. It was not an order. It was close to a request or appeal.

“Why?” Her question was pure curiosity. Was there less work left than she thought?