âWhy did you call me?â
Prince Heinley turned to Rashta sternly, and her eyes drooped. She looked miserable.
âDonât you have anything to say to me?â
Her voice quivered in meekness. McKenna understood why so many people fell in love with Rashta. There was something about her distress that aroused pity in the viewerâs heart.
âNo.â
Heinleyâs voice was a flat monotone, however, and McKenna tutted warningly. Despite Rashtaâs tarnished reputation, she was still highly favored by the Emperor. McKenna didnât care what Heinley said about her behind the scenes, but the prince would have to be careful in front of her face...
Prince Heinley seemed to completely disregard that, however.
âDonât you have anything to say to me? I think you do.â
Rashtaâs large eyes glistened and filled with tears. McKenna knew what was coming. Prince Heinley could appear light and casual, but at the drop of a hat he could become cold and frightening. Prince Heinleyâs frigid gaze intensified, and Rashta, who seemed intimidated, started to cry.
âYou are a wonderful man.â
McKenna didnât expect those words to leave her mouth. Rashta gazed at Prince Heinley with her dark eyes, not a trace of fear on her expression. On the contrary, she looked deeply moved. Who reacted to a cold attitude like that...?
McKennaâs eyebrows twisted in disbelief at her unusual behavior, and Prince Heinley, too, frowned in surprise. Rashta gave a sheepish smile as she wiped her eyes with one hand.
âIâm sorry. You must be embarrassed by Rashtaâs sudden crying.â
â...â
âAfter the rumor spread, people began to treat Rashta horribly. They used to be sweet, but now they laugh and mock Rashta.â
She finished dabbing her tears with her sleeve, but as soon as she lowered her arm she choked up again.
âBut Prince Heinley is the only one who treats Rashta the same way...of course weâre not on good terms, but Rashta was just touched...â
The urge to protect her strengthened even more when she was crying. Some nobles only treated other nobles with kindness, and looked down at people with lower status. It was likely those same people had terribly humiliated Rashta.
âI see.â
Despite the pitiable sight before him, Heinley continued to speak with cold formality. He seemed to have no opinion on her situation, and he checked his wristwatch and said, âWell, thatâs enough,â then walked away without another word.
McKenna, feeling sorry for Rashta, smiled awkwardly at her and followed Prince Heinley.
âYour Highness, I know youâre on bad terms, but that was a little too cold, wasnât it?â
âYou want me to show courtesy to someone who tried to deceive me? Who accused me of being a liar?â
What extraordinary talent. McKenna was certainly offended on Heinleyâs behalf, but he had momentarily forgotten about it when he saw Rashta cry. He tilted his head in thought, while Prince Heinley turned back towards the southern palace.
âMore importantly, when is Elgy coming? Did you deliver the letter?â
âI delivered it properly. But why did you call him all of a sudden?â
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âDuke Elgy Klaudia?â
I stared at the minister in bewilderment and he nodded.
âDid he come here as part of a delegation mission?â
âNo, he said he stopped by for sightseeing.â
Foreign guests rarely visited a month or two after the New Yearâs celebrations. There were no festivals at this time, and those who did stay past New Yearâs did it so they wouldnât have to visit again. Why would Duke Elgy Klaudia, who couldnât attend the New Yearâs celebrations on the account of being too busy, suddenly come now?
âAh, perhaps he came to see Prince Heinley?â
Duke Elgy Klaudia was known to be a close friend of the prince. So...a playboy friend. I wondered at this, but I signed the documents permitting his stay, and continued on with my work. I heard the name Duke Elgy again while having dinner with the ladies-in-waiting.
âYour Majesty, did you hear? Duke Elgy Klaudia came to the palace today.â
âOf course she knows, Laura.â
â Oh, I see. So you know too? Who Lord Elgy was with all day?â
I cut my salad with my knife.
âPrince Heinley?â
Laura snorted, âNo.â
âHe was with the slave, Rashta.â
Ah...Rashta.
âThatâs surprising.â
Since Duke Elgy was Prince Heinleyâs best friend, I thought he would avoid Rashta on principle. Laura continued on nervously.
âThey didnât just meet. They were together all day long. I heard they were very close to each other.â
Another lady-in-waiting, who was waiting for her turn in the conversation, followed Lauraâs words quickly.
âNot just that. They were so close, they caused quite some trouble.â
What happened? I looked at her questioningly, and she shook her head and clicked her tongue.
âDuke Elgy and Rashta were walking together when they came across a noble. He said he knew Rashta was a runaway slave and insulted her for being with the duke. As soon as the noble finished speaking, Duke Elgy punched him.â
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The table in Rashtaâs drawing room was loaded with a diverse assortment cakesâlight pink strawberry cake, yellow banana cream cake, melon cake...
The desserts, tailored to Rashtaâs taste, were created by the Emperorâs chef and were made to perfection in both appearance and taste. However, these dishes were not for Rashta today.
âThank you for earlier, Duke.â
Rasta smiled and thanked Duke Elgy sitting opposite her. She was deeply grateful to him. Although Viscount Roteschu retracted his remarks about Rashta being an escaped slave within a day, everyone was reluctant to believe him. As she feared, Rashta quickly became estranged from the nobles. Her friends stopped visiting her, and the flow of gifts disappeared.
What was most upsetting, however, was the occasional glimpses she saw of their gazes. Some nobles showed contempt, others curiosity, some pity, and others vague interest.
But Duke Elgy was different from all of them. He treated her kindly, like when she was treated as an aristocrat during New Yearâs. At first Rashta believed it was because Duke Elgy was ignorant about the rumors, but soon she saw with her own eyes that he didnât care about it at all. He even threw his fist at the nobleman who taunted her. He was a royal, he was a duke, he was a beautiful man who surrounded himself with the love of womenâand he punched someone for her. Rashta was flattered beyond measure, and so she invited him to enjoy her favorite food.
âThank you. I only respond that way to rude people, by the way.â
âWell, as you may have heard, there are bad rumors going around about Rashta. Theyâre false, of course.â
âDoes this always happen?â
âThatâsââ
âItâs nothing to be ashamed of. The ones who are rude are the ones who should be ashamed.â
â...â
âI suppose it happens a lot.â
Duke Elgy propped his arm against the chair arm and uttered a low swear word.
âThat bastard. Saying youâre a slave in front of you. So what if youâre a slave? I should have thrashed his mouth more.â
âThose are scary words, Duke...â
âI originally came here to see a friend, but Iâm glad I met you first. If I werenât there, no one else would stand up to that ruffian.â
His friend was probably going crazy that he didnât show up yet. He rubbed his eyes and wondered if he was concerned.
â He has a mean temper. â
Duke Elgy was so different from the nobles Rashta met before. He seemed rough like a mercenary from a street bar, yet simultaneously had a sophisticated and noble air. She found it even more amusing to see the contrast of this muscular, big-mouthed noble eating dainty cakes. And he didnât care if she was a slave...
Rashta especially liked him.
âAnyway, miss, letâs make it so it doesnât happen in the future. Thereâs no way those ruffians will suddenly disappear.â
âRight...â
â Youâd better take care of it as soon as possible. â
âThereâs no way to fix it. Viscount Roteschu spread those rumors himself, and people donât believe him even when he says itâs false.â
âPass it on to someone else. Itâs faster than an explanation.â
Duke Elgy answered her bluntly and swallowed another bite of yellow cake.
âPass it on?â
âThe role as societyâs chewbone. Shift it to someone else.â
â!â