Cecilia learned at Hubertâs birthday party that the engagement had been broken off.
âEh?â
She didnât understand the meaning.
Suddenly, the instruments stop playing and a knight leads her to the center of the room. She looks at Hubert and, for some reason, Evona, who somehow cuddled beside him.
âThis is⊠What did you say?â
Hubert said this in a clear tone with a look of disgust on his face.
âI am breaking off my engagement to a vile, wh*rish woman like you. In exchange, I nominate as my betrothed the beautiful, chaste, and cultured Marquess Evona Randall!â
Although the engagement was supposed to have been made at the order of the royal family, Cecilia is upset about whether the Prince can break off his engagement while the king and queen are on a diplomatic trip.
Moreover, what he had just said made Cecilia raise her voice, not understanding what he meant.
âYour-Your Highness Hubert⊠You donât like me?â
Hubert said he would laugh at the remark, as if being ridiculed.
âHow can I like a woman like you who is so stupid that she can only claim her body? I prefer women like Evona here! She is the one for me, with her beauty and dignity. True love. Isnât that right, Evona?â
Evona smiles, her cheeks flushed red.
âWell, Your Highness. Iâm ashamed to admit it, but I love you too.â
Unlike Cecilia, Evona wears a pretty white dress, and her hair is gently braided, soft, and neatly done.
Cecilia looked at the scene and felt ashamed to be a fool for being deceived. She bit her lip and stared at them.
Hubertâs brow furrowed at this attitude.
âYou canât be my queen. You will never be my queen, hahaha!â
âToo bad. Ufufufu! Iâm sorry~.â
Cecilia was filled with sadness that she had been deceived and that the prince had not thought of her at all, and she left the hall as if to run away.
Just as she was about to enter the carriage, her arm was grabbed by someone to hold her back, and Cecilia turned around.
âMiss Cecilia! Whatâs the matter!?â
There stands Syxe, Hubertâs brother and the second prince, staring at Cecilia in surprise.
Syxe did not inherit the color of the royal familyâs hair and eyes.
He had jet-black hair and eyes, the same color as the first king of this country.
However, no matter how much he had the same hair color and eyes as the first king, his appearance was not well-liked by the people because of the coloring, which is rare in this country.
Perhaps thatâs why Syxe didnât show up very much in front of the public, but Cecilia and him have been close since they were young.
âYour Highness Syxe⊠Iâm sorry, but I have to leave todayâŠâ
She says in a tear-stained voice, and Syxe lets go of Ceciliaâs hand and hands her a handkerchief.
âI donât know whatâs wrong, but you need to get some rest. Iâm sorry I stopped you.â
âNoâŠâ
Cecilia got into the car, clutched the handkerchief, and burst into tears.
She has worked hard on her queenâs education, but itâs all in vain.
Hating herself for being so stupid to be deceived, Cecilia kept her voice low and continued to cry.
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