âRumour has it that Prince Ian will be getting married soon, before his coronation.â
Suddenly, someoneâs voice pierced her ears.
After confirming that it wasnât anyone she knew, she relaxed even more. She unconsciously wondered if it was just an old habit that her body was remembering.
She instinctively turned to the direction of the sound and saw two ladies fanning themselves with silk fans. She listened in on their conversation.
âThen it must be Princess Sophia of Fossa, isnât it?â
âSheâs the likely candidate. Sheâs also the queenâs favourite niece.â
âSo Prince Ian is determined to marry her. Does this mean that Princess Charlotte will never marry?â
âItâs been a long time, my ladyâ¦.â
She wanted to eavesdrop a little longer, but their chatter was interrupted by a gentleman approaching them and bowing.
Natalie felt a pang of regret. She suddenly wondered what it would have been like to have been invited to a ball like this three years ago. It would have been an inspiration.
âI wouldnât have danced a single dance, but I would have swept the walls, eavesdropping on the conversations of the guests and the stories of the servants, and share them to Emily or Christinaâ¦.â
She winced as she continued to imagine, and felt terribly ashamed to realise that she had forgotten why she was here. She had been eavesdropping and delusional out of habit.
âYouâre beyond help, Natalie.â
As much as she wanted to go back to the hotel and cower in a corner right now, she couldnât, unfortunately.
âWhen the hell is the princess going to show up?â
The ball had been going on for ages. They were already into the third dance and the ballâs hostess, Princess Charlotte, still hadnât appeared.
Natalie was about to say hello to the Princess and head back to the hotel when she became impatient.
The music was building to a climax. This one would be over soon. It was time for the gentlemen to come round to ask for another dance.
To avoid them, Natalie took her back to the wall and began to move slowly, but it wasnât long before her legs stopped. She spotted Dorothy walking across the floor, holding a gentlemanâs hand.
âHmm⦠He looks elegant but seems a bit olderâ¦â
Regardless of the fact that Dorothy can be a crazy dog sometimes, she would never let anyone mess with her younger sister because of her inwardly bent arms1To side with someone who is close to oneself or favor something which is related to oneself to oneâs own advantage..
Still, the two of them got along quite well, chatting away in the midst of their frantic steps. Most of all, Dorothy looks like sheâs having fun.
And beyond them, she could see her mother standing across the floor, watching Dorothy. She had been fidgeting the whole time, but now she had a gentle smile on her face.
Natalie couldnât take her eyes off the smiles of her mother and sister, whom she hadnât seen in a long time. For some reason, she felt the corners of her mouth twitch upward with excitement.
So much so that she didnât notice the shadowy figure approaching her.
âMiss Dowse, is that you?â
The sudden sound of her name behind her back sent chills down her spine.
Dowse, did I hear that wrong? Her brain went into overdrive.
Natalie chose to move away. Pretending she hadnât heard the voice calling her, she took a step forward without looking back.
âMiss Dowse.â
But the voice calling out to her was louder and clearer than before. Natalie turned around in horror.
âItâs you.â
ââ¦Good evening, my lord.â
He was a very kind-looking man who appeared to be around the same age as her father. Although she had never met him before, he behaved as if he knew her well. This only added to her confusion, and she chose her words carefully so as not to cause any disturbance.
âI visited Duan after a very long time, and Iâm ashamed to say that there were many people whose faces I didnât remember. If itâs not too much trouble, may I ask for your nameâ¦?â
âGreetings, I am the Earl of Humperwood.â
âAhâ¦. I see.â
She felt like she had heard of the prestigious family before, but he was still a complete stranger to her. Her heart began to beat rapidly. She could only imagine the worst possible intentions of the middle-aged man who had approached her. Trying to hide her trepidation, she asked him.
âSo how does Lord Humperwood know meâ¦.?â
âYou happen to have a blank dance card.â
The old Earl cut her off, his voice raspy as if he were shouting. All eyes around the room focused on her, and Natalie, startled by the sudden behaviour, squared her shoulders.
âPlease do me the honour of dancing with me for the next song.â
âShit. Iâm screwed.â
The dance request card of Natalie was not empty. Itâs been dozens of times since sheâs been to a ball. To avoid dance requests, she had filled out the card in advance with false names.
But the Earl seemed to know all about the behaviour of young women who werenât interested in dancing.
It is not good manners to refuse to dance when there is no one to dance with. The middle-aged gentleman was experienced. Maybe he was drunk, though he looked sober on the outside.
Whatâs certain is that if you were to come here, you would be at a disadvantage if you falsely filled the dance request card.
ââ¦Yes. Gladly.â
Natalie agreed to the dance with a feeling of vomiting blood. She could feel the curious eyes looking for gossip dissipating.
At the same time, the old earl smiled, his wrinkled eyes twinkling. Natalie knew sheâd made a terrible mistake when she saw his face turn from benign to grotesque in an instant.
Of all dances, it had to be the waltz. The old earl gripped her hand tightly and pressed his shoulder against hers too forcefully, causing her pain.
âMy lord. Your shoulders are too close, please keep your distance.â
âAhâ¦. Is that so?â
Natalie pointed out in a stiff voice, and the Earl reacted with surprise. He moved away obediently, but with even more force in his clasped hands. Natalie stifled her instinctive rejection by clenching her teeth together.
Throughout the dance, the old count continued to stare and talk to her. Natalie tried to think of as many other things as she could, and kept repeating that she was sorry, but she couldnât hear him.
âAh. Why canât I just pluck out his eyeballs and throw them away.â
However, she couldnât do anything about those dirty eyes right away, so she was suffocated. At this rate, it may be possible to pull off that elusive fainting spell.
But the real shock and awe awaited Natalie at the climax of the song, after a spectacular turn.
âYouâve been acting so innocent all this time, but isnât coercion your taste?â
âIâm sorry, but itâs noisy around here and I canât hear youâ¦. Whatâ¦?â
Natalie, who was muttering a canned response, paused. Her lips parted in horror.
Oh, God. Mother, what have I just heard?
The offended man was, to her surprise, reciting a line from Davidâs novel, which had been discontinued three years ago.
âWere you a maid for Lady Mabel, by any chance? Iâve seen you at charity balls and racecourses. Youâre not a great beauty, but your uncommon appearance is memorable.â
The old earl whispered sullenly.
What do you mean Christinaâs maid. There were even some impolite comments about her appearance, but she didnât have the mental energy to pick on such things.
âI did not recognise you as David then.â
She couldnât believe it. She wanted someone to tell her it was a dream.
âYou were that David, and your reappearance in front of me must mean that we were meant to be.â
Oh my God, what the hell is this crazyold man talking about.
Natalie barely swallowed her scream. She was surprised she was still pacing, determined to remain inconspicuous.
âI also know what you want.â
âWhat the fuckâ¦. What the fuck do you knowâ¦.â
A panicked Natalie unintentionally muttered a swear word that David might have used, and the old count grinned in amusement.
âHa haâ¦. I know you have this innocent face, but inside you are as lustful as anyone.â
Finally, Natalie was completely at a loss for words. Her opponent was apparently a severely delusional person who could not distinguish between reality and fantasy.
âLet me fill you up.â
ââ¦â¦.â
Pervert. A disgusting pervert had appeared.
The music ended just in time.
As soon as Natalie rejected the old countâs hand, she took a step back and turned her back firmly, starting to leave the dance floor after giving a curt curtsy. The thought of getting out of there right away made her steps increasingly urgent.
âMiss Natalie!â
âShut up!â
Before knew it, he suddenly used her name to address her instead of a title. At this rate, he might as well propose and get married to her without her permission.
Having gone through three social seasons, she had boasted that she had experienced almost all the scandals and intrigues that could happen, but now she felt like crying.
âI was worried that Iâd bump into someone I knew. How could a crazy perverted old man recognize my faceâ¦.â
As she walked quickly while occasionally looking back in anxiety, it seemed like the pervert was not giving up and still following her. As a guest of the royal ball, she had to maintain her dignified manner by greeting acquaintances she met along the way. While doing so, the terror of the man gradually closing in on her was overwhelming.
âWhat should I do? Where can I drop it to get rid of him? If I keep attracting attention like thisâ¦â
Even now, she could feel several eyes on her. At this rate, all the guests would know that âDavidâ had come to Duan without fear.
Gritting her teeth, she made her way to a relatively deserted area.
Passing through the gate that led to the garden, she couldnât help but feel relieved. This time, there was no one, and it was almost too empty. She thought that being chased by a pervert was a problem in and of itself.
Natalieâs eyes darted about, searching for a way out. Just in time, she spotted the guards patrolling the gardens.
âGuards! Guards! Over here.â
It was the princessâs ball after all, Natalie thought, and she sprinted toward it.
âThereâs a well-dressed but uninvited person sneaking in there. Heâs a middle-aged man, please check him out.â
Thankfully, the eager, urgent tone of her voice made the guard take the matter seriously, and he moved in the direction Natalie had run.
âMiss Natalie!â
âMy lord, this is not a place where just anyone can enter. Show me your invitation.â
âYou bastard, how dare you not know who I am!â
âDonât call me by my name.â
Sitting down haphazardly in a corner of the garden, Natalie tried to catch her breath. She could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer than she had anticipated. It seemed like the stalker was following her more closely than before.
Natalie chewed on her lips nervously and stood up again, leaving the path and cutting through the bushes deeper and deeper into the garden. It was a pitiful feeling to explore the garden alone at night.
She wondered how long she had been wandering through the dense foliage.
Suddenly, a spacious area opened up in front of her.