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I was so shocked he nearly made me faint right then and there. Today alone, I’d already endured several life-altering surprises, and now my life was literally being threatened. “W-why are you doing this…?” “I’ll ask you one more time. Who are you?” “P-please don’t kill me…” My voice trembled uncontrollably. He wasn’t bluffing. I could feel an icy chill behind my neck. Through the strands of my pink hair, I caught a glance of the man’s black pants. If things went…- 44.6 K • Ongoing
While waiting for the Emperor to return, Dianne emptied two full pots of tea and finished an entire book. When she had hesitantly asked if she might borrow something to read, the chief steward had responded without hesitation: ‘Of course, my lady. If you tell me the title, I will bring it immediately.’ To browse the Emperor’s private library was a rare opportunity. She could have requested a valuable or rare volume. That would have been the sensible thing to do. And yet, the words that came…- 226.6 K • Ongoing
- “Miss Dianne!” It was early in the afternoon. Cora’s voice rang out, sharp with urgency. Dianne, who had been lounging on a chaise after a late lunch, reluctantly sat up. “What is it?” “I just heard something from one of the Princess’s personal maids.” Dianne sprang to her feet, tension snapping through her spine. Cora stepped in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Apparently, Her Highness has been going to the Hall of Knights at the far west end of the palace late…
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- The next day, a modest party set off for the imperial hunting grounds. Sir Reussen, having volunteered to guide them, led the way, while Cora, the maid assigned to assist Dianne, followed behind with a picnic basket in hand. Cora looked a little uneasy. “Are you sure just the three of us will be alright, Miss Dianne? The hunting grounds are quite a distance.” Even if it was inconvenient, there was no other choice. If they showed up with too many people, the princess might catch wind of it and…
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- At twenty-one years old, Dianne Ortenza was a young woman with many admirable traits. She was beautiful enough to turn heads on the street without needing to hide or dress up. Though she didn’t believe in God, she could recite the Holy Scripture from cover to cover. Her handwriting was so elegant that she’d once earned pocket money in school ghostwriting love letters for her classmates. And while it wasn’t something she could boast of publicly, her figure was enviable. She held no title, nor…
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"I didn’t know you were visiting again today. Is my sister alright?" She asked the question under the assumption that Synox, of course, had already seen Aria first. Yesterday, Aria had stayed by her side. Today, Rosaline should have been the one to check on her sister, but she’d completely forgotten. I need to get it together. Rosaline gnawed on her lip. Their parents would be returning soon, and if her mind kept drifting like this, both of them were bound to be disappointed. Synox, who had…- 124.4 K • Ongoing
- “Not even a trace of gratitude for His Majesty’s benevolence. Just loafing around all day, doing nothing.” “…” “And look at that hair. What a mess. So unkempt.” Dianne closed her eyes for a slow breath in. Then opened them again. Her breathing was speeding up, and she forced it to slow with effort. It was better to let it go. She had to let it go. This woman was a lady-in-waiting of the princess and a proper noble lady of the imperial palace. Dianne, who was tasked with…
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- Dianne Ortenza was in low spirits. She usually was, whenever she had to spend money. “…Isn’t there any way to fix it?” “If we stitch it up, it’ll show. We could cover it with embroidery from one end to another, but…” Cora shook her head. It was her way of saying the item wasn’t worth the effort. Dianne lifted the ribbon off her vanity with two fingers. The satin ribbon was nearly torn in half. The sliver of fabric still holding it together dangled pitifully. “I’m sorry,…
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- The report reading ended only when Neyron’s voice had grown hoarse and the bells struck six. At that moment, the chief steward entered the office and bowed. “Your Majesty. The young lady of the House of Duke Vellua has requested an audience.” Rezion rose from his seat with some reluctance. The chief steward stepped forward to neaten his clothes, smoothing out creases and adjusting his collar. Once Rezion looked presentable enough to receive a lady, he turned to Neyron. “Well done. Go and…
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- To my dearest Rezion, Has Catalos remained free of trouble? I can’t even remember the last time I set foot on your land. The thought of once again laying eyes upon the Imperial Palace fills me with excitement. Say what you will, but your ancestors had an exquisite eye for architecture. I do hope to have at least one church built in the Catalos style in the Arathos I shall one day rule. And how fares my bride? Never in my life have I found myself pining so desperately for a woman who wants nothing…
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