Kyrie stretched over the stool, frowning at her throbbing migraine.
âAre you all right, miss?â
âYes.â
âShould MaryAnne bring a magician who disposes of bad people?â
Kyrie laughed at MaryAnneâs sincere words.
âItâs okay. Can you boil some lavender, a little more than that? I have a migraine.â
âOf course, MaryAnne is confident in making tea!â
MaryAnne hurriedly brought tea leaves with her small hands and began to heat up the water.
It seemed to her that she could live peacefully just because of the soothing sound.
There were ups and downs, but it was finally over, now that she had said goodbye to that fucking Rubinia.
âHow could you postpone breaking up your engagement, just because you didnât want to give me the palimonyâŠâ (T/N: âPalimonyâ it literally means finance given on the termination of an engagement)
At Kyrieâs murmur, MaryAnneâs nose wrinkled.
âItâs all over now, so take a rest. Everyone said itâs great we wonât see Cassner again!â
âWhy?â
Kyrie asked as she was accepting the teacup. MaryAnne, who was giving a cookie, quickly grumbled.
âCassner came with the Crown Prince every time he visited the mansion. Every time, I hated it so much!â (T/N: Here MaryAnne should have used âmissâ/âladyâ but she purposely used the informal way to address her)
âIâve never heard of itâŠDid you?â
âYes! When the prince degraded you, saying that you arenât cute, Cassner smiled and said, âThere arenât any men around her, so it canât be helped.â Thatâs why MaryAnne and others hated Cassner!â
âI should have thrown a cup of tea.â
The migraine got worse again. Kyrieâs long, light purple hair hung down as she tilted her head back.
Kyrie already knew that her own face was not as pretty as Rubiniaâs face.
Rubiniaâs eyes werenât like those women who were naive and would fall in love.
Recently, the three had met at the founding ball.
Rubinia entered with Eden as her escort, and Kyrie entered with her father.
While opening her eyes and looking around with exaggeration.
âMiss Buchanan, I donât see your escort. Who did you come in with?â
âMy father escorted me.â
âAhâŠâ
At that time, Kyrie couldnât recognize the ridicule that flashed by on Rubiniaâs face.
âIâm sorry, Miss Buchanan. I couldnât resist because the prince wanted to enter with meâŠâŠâ
Laura, who was next to her, couldnât bear to see it and rebuked.
âMiss Cassner, Miss Kyrie is having a chat with us. Would you step back?â
âOh, my⊠Miss Laura. Canât I join?â
âIâm a little embarrassed by you.â
Rubiniaâs face became cold in the face of Lauraâs cold-hearted words, but her smile quickly returned.
âYes, itâs time to get going, since the prince called me to the garden.â
She was a woman who had to say something like that to make herself feel better.
After Rubinia disappeared, Lauraâs anger broke out instead of Kyrieâs, who had become used to it.
âSheâs mad! Coming between two engaged people, what sort of behavior is that?â
âI donât understand Miss Cassner anymore.â
Maria, who usually did not gossip about others, helped them by venting a bit of their anger.
Thanks to two friends who were angry in her stead, Kyrie was able to laugh.
âGuys, people are listening.â
âLet them!â
Laura answered angrily.
Even if anyone heard about how they were talking about the Crown Prince, no one would blame them in front of Laura, the young lady of Marquis of FortDucane, and Maria the young lady of the Duke of Old Ciudad.
Thinking of the two, Kyrie raised her chin and straightened her neck out like a deer.
âObviously, if she hears that I broke the engagement today, Laura will be excited and dance for joy. How about Maria?â
âShall I prepare a letter?â
The quick-witted MaryAnne had already taken out the ink and pen. Kyrie rose with a smile.
âYes, Iâm going to play around while Iâm no longer engaged. At times like these, you need to show that youâre doing better.â
A crack of light appeared when the door was suddenly opened.
âKyrie! Kyrie Buchanan! Come here!â
It was Count Cesar Buchanan, Kyrieâs father.
Kyrie rose from her seat with a frown.
âFatherâŠâ
Slap!
Cesarâs hand struck Kyrieâs cheek before she could finish greeting him.
âI knew itâ
She felt her jaw crack and thought that she may have been hit too hard. Then Kyrie said sarcastically, wiping away the bitter blood with her hands.
âOh my. Didnât the alimony negotiations go well?â
Slap!
Another slap fell on her cheek.
She could see MaryAnne shivering from behind.
Kyrie raised her head and looked up at Kaiser.
âI have two cheeks, but what else can I offer to you?â
âThis was your attitude in the face of the Crown Prince?â
âOf course not. At least he didnât slap me.â
Kaiser raised his hand one more time, but he mumbled something and stopped as he clenched his fist.
âYou! I told you to act properly! Why the hell did you break your engagement!â
âFather, I wasnât the one to ask to break the engagement.â
âIf you had acted as affectionately as Lady Cassner, the Crown Prince would not have asked you to break the engagement!â
Kyrie snorted.
âDo you really think so?â
âDid you realize this was your last opportunity? You lost the chance to be queen!â
âThen why didnât you marry the prince?â
Slap!
The slap was so strong that she sank on the floor.
An old memory flashed through my head.
âKyrie, a noble should always stand firm and know how to sacrifice themselves for the family. That attitude is the essence of a noble.â
âWhat are you trying to say?â
âGet engaged to the Crown Prince This is the order of the Emperor and you donât have the right to refuse.â
Cesar, the head of the family, taught Kyrie to uphold the honor and glory of the family.
She would be responsible for gaining a respectable and prominent fiance in order to repay the grace she had received growing up.
So she accepted the engagement to the Crown Prince, whom she had never spoken to.
She ignored the peopleâs gossip and their pointing fingers.
However, when the involuntary engagement ended in a spontaneous breakup, Kyrieâs patience finally reached its limit.