âSo you stopped looking for your letter friend?â
âYes. If they havenât revealed themselves by now, then they never will.â
âBut you wanted it badly enough to go publicâŠâ
âI donât want to make them feel uncomfortable because of me.â
Prince Heinley kept his promise. I awkwardly cut a piece of cake across the table where he was talking to a noblewoman. From time to time he looked at me, and I just smiled and nodded, hoping it wouldnât seem odd.
âHeâs a good manâŠâ
Sovieshu would have cut off Prince Heinley if he said anything strange, but the prince said nary a word about Rashta at all.
The conversation went from Prince Heinleyâs letters to Grand Duke Kapmenâs continent, his magic, and how it worked in war. The grand duke offered only a few words, and did not speak about magic though he had graduated from a magical academy. He was equally silent on other topics, but my attention turned towards the door when it opened and someone came in. It was the captain of the guard.
âWhatâs going on?â
Our eyes met, and he bowed towards me. Sovieshu still hadnât noticed him, as his eyes were on Prince Heinley.
âYour Majesty the Emperor.â
Sovieshu turned his head, and the knight delivered his message.
âYou need to come to the grand hall.â
He sounded serious. There were only twenty people in the room, so everyone could hear what he said. All the guestsâ eyes were on him.
âWhy is that?â
The captain seemed reluctant to answer in present company, but Sovieshu picked up on it and went outside with the knight.
âWhatâs going on?â
I considered following them, but decided against it. If I was needed, then the knight would have spoken to me as well, and I wouldnât be required if it had to do with Rashta or anything like that.
âI donât need to leave.â
I made up my mind and turned towards the guests again. When the time came, I left the Red Rose room and went to the grand banquet hall. I had to check on the other guests as well, and when the sun went down I had to inspect the fireworks.
âI also made a promise to meet with Laura.â
However, the atmosphere at the grand banquet hall was livelier than I expected.
âDid something happen?â
People usually tired out at days-long celebrations. Everyone would dress up for the last day, but the energy was usually not the same as the first. From the entrance I spied people talking and laughing, and the noise grew louder as I went in. I looked around confusedly, and Laura ran over to me.
âYour Majesty, Her Majesty, did you hear?â
âDid something interesting happen? Iâve been in the Red Rose room, so I donât know whatâs going on.â
âSomething very interesting happened.â
Lauraâs nostrils were flared in excitement, and she moved me to a suitable place for conversation. Nearby, there was a spread of crispy fried seafood, small dishes of pumpkin puddings, and milky coffee.
âYou can listen while you eat. Itâs an appetizing story!â
âWhat happened?â
Laura pushed a pumpkin pudding and a fork towards me.
âThank you, Laura.â
âYou remember Rashta?â
It was not a topic I was fond of. I grimaced slightly, but Laura continued, despite knowing that I didnât like talking about her.
âDo you remember the rumor that she was a runaway slave?â
âYes, but are we not allowed to speak of it?â
Sovieshu had said he would punish those that did. Could they speak about this in a crowded place? I was worried, but Laura shouted out before I could stop her.
âShe really is an escaped slave! Viscount Roteschu arrived at the party for the first time, and he recognized Rashta!â
âViscount Roteschu?â
âShe was his slave, then she ran away!â
âAre you sure?â
âYes. If the Emperor was here he wouldâve stopped him. Not only that, the viscount had only been in the capital for a few hours. He didnât know about the rumors about Rashta or the order not to talk about her. Thatâs why he openly said Rashta was a slave in public!â
âAhâŠâ
âRashta said she was not, but everyone believed Roteschu. She looked mortified.â
Laura snorted.
âAll the nobles who came up to Rashta must have seen it now.â
âAnd where are they now?â
âWhen Rashta fainted, Baron Lant carried her to her bedroom. Then the captain of the royal guard came and took Viscount Roteschu.â
So that was why the captain was looking for Sovieshu. For a moment, some unexplained feeling welled up inside me. Was itâŠvindication? Yes. I thought so. Sovieshu had been furious when he suspected I spread false rumors about Rashta as a runaway slave. The resentment and sorrow I felt now turned to satisfaction.
However, there was a small corner in my heart that didnât feel thrilled. Where did this uncomfortable feeling come from?
ââŠâ
I couldnât figure it out, and I decided to leave it be for now.
In any case, did Sovieshu not realize Rashta was a runaway slave when he rescued her? However, even if he did know, I didnât think Sovieshu would hate her. He had brought her here because of her pitiful circumstances and his powerful desire to protect her. Whether he fell in love with her then or not, that was their first meeting. And whether Rashta was a commoner or a fugitive slave, Sovieshu would still love her. He would try to protect Rashta from ridicule.
I didnât know what would happen, but I did know that I didnât want to get involved.