# 11
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The aristocratic society was disturbed by the marriage of a "dumb" into the Spindel family to the crown prince.
The Crown Princess was unable to perform her duties, which encouraged some to aspire to occupy this place. Rosalina was one of the most prominent of these greedy people.
Rosalina's father moved among the nobles with hopeful looks.
“Dad, don’t worry too much. How can such an idiot play the role of the Crown Princess? His Highness the Crown Prince will definitely be looking for me soon.”
Rosalina was confident in her words.
The Crown Princess is certainly an eccentric. Perhaps the Crown Prince was interested in taking care of Evelin out of curiosity, but how long would this last?
In addition, the royals cannot ignore the attention of the world. Once they lose the support of the people, they lose their legitimacy.
Although the Crown Prince is considered a war hero at the moment, this title will not last forever. As crown prince, he must produce an heir and perform the many responsibilities of an empress such as receiving diplomatic missions, managing projects, and leading domestic policy in coordination with the nobility.
Therefore, he was sure to look for a partner who would support him, as Rosalina had predicted.
Rosalina was convinced that she was the right person for this role.
At first, she was angry when she heard that the Crown Prince asked her to work as a maid for the Crown Princess. But now, it seemed like an opportunity to increase the chances of her encounters with Sertain.
'The more a person is accustomed to seeing something, the more his feelings follow what he sees.'
Moreover, wasn't there a verbal engagement between Sertine and Rosalina? So there was hope that she might have a chance.
said Count Karma
“Then all of you, let’s leave the palace. I will host you for lunch in place of the Crown Prince.”
The nobles moved hesitantly, murmuring in a low voice, while Mortega stood like a sentinel on the road where the Crown Prince had disappeared.
Count Karma reluctantly turned to leave.
Mortega, like them, was feeling confused and dissatisfied with the current situation.
He looked in the direction where the Crown Prince had disappeared, and the space was filled with sunlight.
'What are you thinking now, Your Highness the Crown Prince...?'
Mortega clenched his hand tightly, trying to calm himf.
'It's all because of pity. The Crown Prince is a good person...that's just it.'
He repeated these words in his mind to convince himf.
I pressed a bean with my fork, but it rolled off the fork.
I swallowed and looked cautiously to the other side.
Why am I even here? I could walk barefoot and eat alone!
Apparently, my attempt to annoy Augustin ended up annoying me.
I should have been enjoying lunch laughing with Serena and Rosie, but I couldn't enjoy it at all.
Serena and Rosie, their faces swollen from crying, were serving us food.
Serena whispered to me, watching Sirtain warily
“Do you hate beans today too? Shall I get you something else?”
"Yes, I hate beans! And I hate carrots too!"
I declared my clear refusal, disgusted by a dish containing chickpeas and carrots.
As Serena tried to take my plate, a voice came from in front of me
“Wait.”
It was two CVs.
Why? What now?
He narrowed his eyes as he looked at me, motioning with his hand for Serena to put the plate back in its place. Then he smiled lightly and seemed to be trying to calm me down.
“You don't have to be picky about your food. If you want to grow limbs and become taller, you have to eat everything.”
Despite his gentle tone, I knew he was waiting for my reaction.
Does he think I need to be taller? My current height is perfect and beautiful!
Even if I wanted to get taller, it's too late for that, right?
But I have to play the part. I'm five, right?
I puffed out my cheeks and vehemently refused.
"No, I don't want to! I won't eat... It's okay if I don't get taller! I'll give all this food to my husband. Serena!"
Serena stood between Cyrtain and me like a victim in a struggle between us, her previously swollen face making her look even more miserable.
Sertin rested his chin in his hand, as if he was planning something else to say.
Oh, I can't stand that smile.
Certain made me understand for the first time how a handsome face could be terrifying.
Also, I've never met someone as mysterious and unpredictable as him.
I thought I understood his character after reading the novel, but I was completely wrong.
He pointed his long, elegant fingers at my plate, and spoke in a low, amused voice
“If you don't eat all that, you won't get candy, chocolate, or even cookies.”
Does he really think I'm five?
Ah, he must think so.
But why does he do all this? In the novel, he wasn't interested in Evelyn at all!
I sighed deeply and puffed out my cheeks again, pretending to be an angry five-year-old.
“If I eat, will I get it all?”
“I promise, Evelyn.”
“Okay, I'll eat. No other choice. Ha!”
I took a big bite, stuffing the chickpeas and carrots into my mouth all at once, covering my nose with my hand as I hurriedly chewed and swallowed.
“I ate it all!”
“Open your mouth, let me see.”
truly? This person?
"Do you think I'm a child? I'm all grown up!"
"truly?"
Sertin's eyes widened softly. Although the sparkling blue eyes were heavy, I opened my eyes wide and looked at him with determination.
“Yes! From now on, treat me like a lady! I was completely embarrassed! Not only now… but before too!”
I tried to sound logical.
“Are the ladies drooling?”
My hands trembled.
That...that day... Memory of that day...
“Enjoy your food, Evelyn.”
“That…”
Why can't I ever defeat him?
The wind rose from my chubby cheeks when he mentioned my dark history.
***
I felt so exhausted that I didn't want to do anything today. So I asked Sirtain to leave and lay down on the bed.
I also needed to give Serena and Rosie some time from laying those so-called nests.
She sighed and rolled over on the bed.
I was exploring the palace, trying to act like I knew nothing.
I noticed that the faces of the guards changed, as did the soldiers protecting the Crown Princess' wing.
I made sure I was alone, then pulled the jewel box out from under the bed. She took out the papers inside and sat up straight.
“Hmm.”
Did Certain understand anything from these papers?
Maybe it was guard duty times?
She examined the papers carefully and sighed.
Maybe Sertin helped in some way.
The Duke of Spindel may be planning to introduce an assassin, taking advantage of the guard rotation.
It's better to show it to Sirtain this way than to hide it.
“Oh, but I really don't want to meet that guy.”
Instead of saying I don't want to…. It's just that it's difficult.
When I encounter those deep eyes that seem to be testing me, I feel like a mouse in front of a cat.
Every word, every sentence was carefully calculated, and while he was watching my reaction, I felt as if I was suffocating.
Also when he suddenly approaches me, I don't know how to react.
Doesn't he realize that?
To me, he was overly attractive. At the same time, it was a harsh threat. I was pressing my lips hard.
“…It is difficult, very difficult.”
If I were in an easier place, maybe the situation would be better.
No, no, no.
I must never forget the days when I was struggling to survive. I've decided to consider myf a lifelong stage performer.
Have I forgotten the days when I would only eat one packet of ramen all day?
I thought as I raised my arms and shook my legs monotonously.
However, my acting was good, so everyone was fooled, but in a strange way only Sertain had any doubts about me
“Right, who can this man trust? He doesn’t even trust himf.”
That's why he was able to win the war as quickly as possible and become a hero.
I organized the notes and put them back in the box.
The only good thing is that I won't have to see the face of that annoying bastard Augustin for a while.
Is there a way to never see it again?