“My lord, it is time to head to the ballroom.”
The servant greeted Fabrice, who was sitting in amazement.
His maids had finished dressing him and then quickly left.
“Today...”
“Yes, my lord prince.”
“After the ceremony is over, bring to my palace the man we used to get rid of Xavier.
I have a mission for him.”
If this is the man used to get rid of Xavier, he is definitely the professional killer.
The one who forced Xavier out of prison and killed him when the palace scandal worsened.
The servant answered without hesitation:
“Yes, sir.”
Fabrice took out the bottle of wine that he had carelessly left behind, poured it generously into the cup and drank it in one go.
As soon as the heat of the wine settled into his body, he felt his cruel mind spinning rapidly.
He has to pull himself together and be aware.
It starts from now on.
Fabrice pulled his tie tightly.
When Fabrice entered the Moon Hall, the guests who were chatting among themselves fell silent for a moment.
Fabrice did not care about that and walked forward, looking only at what was in front of him.
The engagement ceremony ended after both parties signed the engagement contract and exchanged copies of it.
There was no priest to guide him like at a wedding, so the ceremony was not long.
However, there were those who were holding it as big and long as if it were a wedding.
As Fabrice did in his first sermon.
But…
As for Fabrice, in his second engagement, he did not want to exchange the engagement contract with this crazy woman, pretending to be in an alliance.
He just wanted to escape quickly.
Shouldn't he have signed the engagement contract at all?
While he was thinking about this, Giselle came in behind him, walking carefully.
The guests applauded Bohra for her beauty.
Fabrice turned to her.
Gisele, wearing a white dress delicately decorated with silver lace and a diamond necklace and earrings, was agreeably cute.
Even considering she's crazy.
Giselle smiled knowingly, and naturally slipped her arm under Fabrice's.
Then she whispered in his ear:
At first glance, the bride-to-be's facial expressions as they whispered looked cute, regardless of the content of their whispers.
“You escaped skillfully yesterday, don’t think about escaping today.”
After saying that, Giselle grabbed Fabrice's arm and held him tight.
Yes!
Fabrice suppressed the moan that was almost rising and forced it into his throat.
“Your emotions are all evident on your face.
Let’s continue the engagement ceremony.”
Giselle raised her head arrogantly, then nodded to the palace servant standing behind her.
The servant presented the engagement contract to Fabrice and Giselle.
[...the sermon section...]
When Fabrice saw the phrases written in the engagement contract, he did not want to sign it politely.
Hah!
Should I propose to this crazy woman?
And will I also be punished if I run away?
Fabrice picked up the pen and looked at Giselle.
One of Giselle's eyebrows was raised unnaturally.
She was implicitly pressuring him to sign quickly.
Well, I don't care.
Fabrice wrote his signature violently, then threw the engagement contract towards the palace servant as if to throw it away.
“You have to dance the first dance before you leave.”
“Huh!”
Fabrice almost threw everything away, dancing and all.
Giselle had his back, of course.
Then she whispered gently in his ear:
"I don't think you want to be flogged again, do you?
Get up quickly."
Fabrice Jabra.
Then he grabbed Giselle's hand.
Then the guests clapped and stepped back to give them room to dance.
Giselle smiled sweetly and whispered to Fabrice:
“Abandon all vain hope, my lord prince.
You are mine now.”
After saying that, Giselle wiped her hand on Fabrice's waist as he danced.
The wound at that point still hurt.
You crazy person!
Fabrice frowned.
“Smile, my lord prince.”
People would think they were dancing and talking sweetly into each other's ears.
“Listen…”
Fabrice opened his mouth after a long silence.
“Since we are engaged, you should be more likely to call me by my name, for example.”
"Me?
Do you think I would do that?"
Fabrice gave a sarcastic huff.
“It seems that you have not gathered your strength yet.
Do you want to be punished tonight as well?”
Oh damn!
“Princess, do you think I will stand still like this?
I am a stubborn man.”
Giselle laughed loudly as if she had heard a funny joke.
“Yes, you certainly will.”
Fabrice pressed his lips together, feeling that Giselle was underestimating him.
“Don’t think about messing around, I will fulfill the contract as agreed.”
When she finished speaking, the dance piece ended as well.
While Giselle was greeting her elegantly and according to etiquette, Fabrice left the hall violently, as if running, without saluting properly.
He no longer wanted to be in the same place with her.
Therese watched Fabrice's engagement party carefully.
Hasn't it come out yet that she stole Fabrice from her?
Without realizing it, Therese gripped Denise's arm tightly under hers.
At that moment, Dennis looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“Are you tired of standing?”
He whispered softly.
Therese shook her head no.
Even if she was feeling tired, they wouldn't be able to come back until after the party was over.
“Looks like we can leave now, after the first dance is over.”
“His Majesty has not left yet.”
Denis responded to Thérèse's refusal in a frivolous tone.
“His Majesty did not stay up all night like you did yesterday.”
“...Who have I been staying up for, and you're talking like that?”
Therese responded sharply to Denise's words.
Then Dennis squeezed her twisted hand under his arm once and sent it away.
“Tell me if you feel tired.
My wife is always silent, and this is a problem.”
“…Okay, I will.”
Therese nodded gently.
When Elliot observed Fabrice's behavior, he finally couldn't help but show his discontent.
“Deceived scoundrel!”
Elliot finally returned to his bedroom and took out his anger.
The butler skillfully tried to calm him down.
“Our lord, the prince, is still young.
He will become a full-fledged man in a few years.”
“Isn't this his second engagement?
And yet, he's being so foolish!”
The butler quickly lowered his head for fear of criticism.
“Does he not know how much scandal I have cleaned up behind him?
He is acting recklessly like this!”
“He will know, of course.
Our Lord Prince will know that.”
“No one who knows can act like this.”
Elliot turned his back and violently took off his clothes.
Then the door opened gently, and Scheherazade entered.
Rahal saw the butler and rejoiced.
“C… Your Majesty!”
Scheherazade raised her finger to her lips and nodded quietly to the butler as a sign of silence.
Then she tiptoed towards Elliot's back and hugged him from behind.
Elliot became very angry:
“Who is this?!”
But as soon as he saw her face, he calmed down his anger and lowered his voice:
“It's you.”
When the butler saw the change in the atmosphere around the king, he quickly went outside.
“You don't seem to be in a good mood, dear.”
Scheherazade fiddled with the buttons on Elliot's shirt.
Her smiling face was attractive.
Elliot naturally accepts her service as he strips down.
His face became much calmer than it was before.
“It is not good.
My second son is causing me problems.”
“Am I your second prince, the one who is said to be very similar to you?”
"Yes."
Elliot sighed.
“So what?
No matter how long you stay healthy and stay on this throne, everything will be fine.”
Scheherazade only said what Elliot wanted to hear.
“Yes, yes, you are right, but... how long can I stay like this?...”
Elliot's frown reflected his preoccupation with worries.
Then Scheherazade extended her index finger and gently stroked his frowning forehead.
“The nobles are all revolting, demanding that the crown prince be appointed quickly.
How can I deal with this?”
“Why worry so much?
If the inside is turbulent, divert people’s attention to the outside.”
"how?"
Elliot looked at Scheherazade.
“Aren’t you the king of this kingdom?
Is there anything you can’t do?
Also, quickly elevate me to the position, as I told you before, and I will bring you peace in your heart.”
“See?
You always have the solution, and you alone.”
Elliot rubbed his face against Scheherazade's chest.
"certainly."
Blinded by love, Eliot did not doubt for a moment Scheherazade's words and believed in them firmly.
He believed that believing Mother Earth would grant him immortality.
Of course, that was an exaggeration.
Scheherazade was an aspiring priestess.
She has a great dream: to avenge the plundering of the lands of the Haaz tribe hundreds of years ago, and to spread Mother Earth to Valois.
On the other hand, Scheherazade had a personal reason for bringing down Elliot: revenge for her mother, Louise.
A few years ago, Elliott went out hunting near the lands of the Haaz tribe, because there were so many hunting cruisers there.
Elliot shot an arrow at Louise, who was praying in that direction, mistaking her for an animal.
After being hit by the arrow, Louise lost consciousness and woke up three days later.
But Eliot had long since returned to Valois.
An angry Louise tried to lodge a protest with Valois, but was discouraged by the tribe's leader.
He said that they could not protest against a great power like Valois for such a trivial matter.
It was a tragedy for a small, weak country.
To make matters worse, her leg, which was pierced by the arrow, became infected and began to rot.
Louise was in pain every night.
“Oh Scheherazade, avenge your mother, I beg you.”
In the end, Louise launched herself off a cliff, ending her life tragically.
Scheherazade remembered her mother's will.
What did the man who came to look for him tell her?
Don't you want revenge?
Stupid question!
Scheherazade took the man's hand without hesitation and crossed the border.
Her mission that the man told her was to fall into the eyes of the king.
By brilliantly playing the role of the miserable woman who fell into the palace's hunting trap, Scheherazade was able to easily enter the main palace.
From then on, everything went like a storm.
How could a fool like him rule as king?
This was a question that puzzled Scheherazade.
Of course, because of this, she was able to take down Elliot without much effort.
Scheherazade looked at Elliot, who had comfortably closed his eyes beneath her, and smiled.