Natalie answered confidently.
"Nothing."
"Natalie! Really? Not even a handkerchief?"
"Iâve always been this way. The men who offer me their game are usually so grateful if I hand them even a single rose petal."
"But this time, itâs the young marquis! Heâs not going to offer you his game first⦠Actually, given how things went at the last banquet, you might manage, but stillâ¦"
Mother trailed off, her confidence faltering slightly. Natalie shrugged, looking smug, and Mother redirected her focus to me.
"Doris, what about you?"
"A handkerchief. Oh, itâs silk, of course!"
"From which region? What color is the embroidery? Did you include the Redfield family crest?"
"â¦"
Do I really need to think about all that?
Motherâs eyes narrowed sharply.
"You know how cliché a handkerchief is. Thatâs exactly why you need to pay extra attentionâ"
I was saved from further interrogation by the sound of barking from the carriage ahead.
"Woof! Woof!"
Fatherâs voice followed.
"Dear, itâs time to wrap it up! Our dogs are eager to sink their teeth into some deer!"
"Hah⦠Deer, my foot! Just make sure you donât fall flat on your face. Our daughters will carry the Redfield familyâs honor this year!"
Well, thatâs not happening.
As Mother gave Father a wry smile, I couldnât help but direct the same look at her. At the same time, the coachman urged the horses forward.
The hunting competition was held in Silver Helm, the forest adjoining the royal palace.
Though it was called a forest, half of it was mountainous. It looked like a mix of open fields and a mountain range inspired by Seoulâs Bukaksan behind the Blue House.
When we arrived at the Redfield camp, Father gave us a warning.
"Girls, donât wander beyond the campsite into the mountains. I heard the groundâs unstable after the recent heavy rains."
"You be careful, too! Are you sure youâll be okay?"
"Iâll be fine. If the others slip and fall, this might finally be my chance to avoid finishing dead last for once!"
As if. Are you planning to levitate or something?
Ignoring Fatherâs unfounded confidence, the servants began setting up the camp, assembling partitions and furniture. Natalie immediately threw herself onto the makeshift bed.
"This is so dull already. I wish women could participate in the hunt."
"Is there something youâd want to catch?"
"Iâd like to test how far I can go firing an arrow at someone while pretending it was an accident. Especially with the excuse that the path was slippery this time."
"Get some rest."
Natalie, as consistent as ever.
With some time left before the opening ceremony, I stepped outside to explore.
The royal hunting grounds were dotted with dozens of camps set up far apart from each other. While the tents were similar in structure, the extravagance of the family banners and the size of the camps made it easy to guess each familyâs standing.
The royal familyâs camp stood out the most, with its vast area and the blue-maned lion flag fluttering majestically above it. The adjacent temporary stables were filled with enough horses to supply an army.
On the opposite side was Arthurâs camp. Though smaller, as it was meant for a single occupant, the northern dukeâs pride was evident. The tent walls were adorned with enormous tapestries depicting white wolves, making the camp look almost like a shrine.
Then there was the Meyer familyâs camp, tucked away in a corner.
I sighed at the sight of it.
Is this even a camp? It looks more like a heating tent for a studio apartment.
One gust from a wolfâs breath would probably send it flying.
Baron Meyer must have applied for the bare minimum accommodations, thinking it made him a "humble and kind" person. In reality, he was just a cheapskate, always bragging about how he "did his best" for his niece Maria while barely providing the essentials.
Not that it mattered muchâMaria wouldnât be spending much time there if things went as they did in the original story.
Still, since I was already here, I figured Iâd say hello.
"Maria, are you in there?"
"Oh? Oh, my!"
Maria immediately emerged from the tent, her eyes sparkling.
"Doris! Itâs been a while. Are your legs alright? Have you been well?"
"Perfectly fine. I was just escaping from our hunting dogsâ choir."
"Your fatherâs participating in the hunt, then?"
"Iâm not expecting much from him. What about the Meyer family?"
Maria shook her head.
"Uncle is too old for such things. He just registered me to come and watch. Would you like to come in?"
Maria lifted the flap of her tent. The inside was bare, with a young maid nodding off in the corner. Startled by my unexpected arrival, the maid jumped to her feet.
"A-a guest! Iâll prepare tea⦠Oh, no. We donât have tea⦠Iâll fetch some hot water!"
The maid dashed off with a kettle, leaving me feeling a bit guilty.
Maria, her cheeks slightly flushed, offered me a cushion.
"Please sit. Iâm sorry I wasnât better prepared to receive guests."
"Thereâs nothing to apologize for. Here, weâre all guests of the royal family. Itâs just you and the maid representing the Meyers, right?"
I asked knowingly. Maria nodded, then hesitated before speaking.
"Rick is here too. But Uncle said he couldnât afford Rickâs registration fee, so heâs working as a laborer helping to maintain the hunting grounds."
"Thatâs⦠dedicated."
"Right? Rick is such a diligent person! He said he wants to save up quickly and build a stable life."
Thatâs⦠not what I meant.
"Then youâll have a chance to meet him when youâre bored?"
"No. Rick is here to work. If I approach him, itâll only distract him, so Iâm planning to avoid that."
Poor Rick.
While the maid was away, Maria carefully picked out tea leaves and spoke.
"The maid who just left is new, so sheâs always nervous. Iâm thinking of letting her rest at the house in the evening."
"Wonât you feel uneasy being alone?"
"Surely no ruffian would show up at a royal event, right? And if something happens, Iâll shout loudly, and someone brave will surely come to help."
I had my doubts.
The Meyer familyâs camp was pushed so close to the forest that it wouldnât be surprising if a snake slithered in.
Besides, in just a few hours, some scoundrel was definitely going to show up, hitting on her. And Maria wouldnât even be able to scream properly.
Well, Rick will probably come to her rescue since heâll be hanging around nearby.
But even if someone saves her, the emotional shock wonât be so easily undone.
"Maria."
"Yes?"
"If some bastard shows up, make sure to call me. Iâd love to kick that jerkâs ass. Got it?"
Mariaâs eyes went wide.
"What are youâ¦"
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"Hahaha! You donât have to worry so much⦠Okay, Iâll call you."
Maria smiled gently, and though her answer might have been half-hearted, it still gave me some relief.
I just wanted her to know that she had someone on her side.
To her, the young maid was someone to protect, and Rick was someone she shouldnât burden.
A moment later, the maid returned with boiling water, and the three of us shared a modest amount of tea.
As we drank, I asked something that had been on my mind.
"Maria, have you prepared a gift for your hunter?"
"Yes, Uncle prepared a fine silk handkerchief for me. Want to see?"
"Iâd love to!"
Maria untied the ribbon of a small box, revealing a white handkerchief. The sight of it made me feel relieved.
See, Mother? Even Maria prepared a plain silk handkerchief! Gifts can be simple; you didnât have to criticize me so muchâ¦
â¦Wait.
Itâs not plain at all.
"You embroidered it."
In the corner of the handkerchief, delicate yellow flowers were stitched with stems and leaves stretching gracefully, resembling Maria in a way. Beneath the flowers, white threads depicted a snowy field, turning the simple handkerchief into a beautiful canvas.
"Itâs stunningâ¦"
"Thank you. I heard that participants in the hunting competition often proudly show off the gifts they receive, so I put some extra effort into it."
Maria blushed as she looked at me.
"Do you have a gift ready, Doris?"
I did.
A plain white handkerchief that I hadnât even bothered to personalize.
"Uh, well⦠I left it back at the camp. Iâll go grab it later!"
Thank goodness I hadnât brought it with me.
If Iâd shown it to Maria, she wouldâve complimented it out of politeness, and that wouldâve been even more embarrassing!
There was a reason Iâd chosen such a basic gift, though.
Right before the hunting competition, Iâd asked Natalie about the gift Doris gave Tristan last year, hoping to use it as a reference.
Natalie had frowned and replied bluntly:
"What are you talking about? Youâve never been to a hunting competition."
"Huh?"
"Tristan hasnât sent you so much as a lark since his first competition debut. Thatâs why, even when you were old enough to attend, our parents kept you home. They didnât want everyone to see their daughter getting nothing from her fiancé."
"â¦"
"Donât think that just because he gave you a dress once, heâs suddenly turned over a new leaf."
Tristan had been inconsiderate from the start.
If weâd never exchanged gifts, then there was no point in having high expectations now. Thatâs why Iâd settled on a simple handkerchief.
But would this really be okay?
Would Tristan sneer at it the moment he saw it?
â¦Or maybeâ¦
He didnât expect a gift from me in the first place.
Honestly, I kind of hoped that was the case.
Maria, unaware of my inner turmoil, smiled brightly.
"Then why donât we go back to your camp together to fetch it?"