Chapter 115
Who Made Me a Princess
Translator: apinklover Editor: apinklover
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I cried even louder as the dense warmth landed on my back.
âDâDadâ¦â
âYes.â
âDadâ¦â
âIâm still here.â
He, having lost memory, told me that he wasnât my dad. However, he kept replying to my cries, calling him âdad.â
Oh, how foolish we both areâ¦
My crying didnât stop probably because Iâve been holding my tears back in numerous situations. Claude smelled of something very familiar with his warmth telling me as if it were okay to stay here and that I deserved to.
I eventually realized that I finally met him as I wept in his arms.
Ah, Iâm back home. After all these years. Back to whom I miss.
I cried until I couldnât anymore with his slightly awkward pats.
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âLili, did you know about that charm?â
I prepared to go to bed in the Emerald Palace as Lili assisted me for the first time in a long time.
Her eyes were still semi-moist from talking with me and crying. My eyes were red too but because I started to cry not too long after I came into the palace.
âHis majesty admired the portrait every day you drew together.â
Lili smiled as she covered me with a blanket.
âHe would keep the Video Stone playing in his room for the days he hadnât.â
I closed my eyes momentarily and opened them as I felt her caring touch. Claudeâs face surfaced on my mind and gradually sank.
âHe didnât explicitly tell but he had been regretting and remorseful about his past doings.â
Lili was right. Claude really did look like an imbalanced Jenga tower about to collapse at any moment. Plus he made himself throw up blood because of that stupid charm⦠What a fool he is.
âOf course I was mad at his majesty because you are the most important person in the world for me.â
âNo, no⦠Itâs me who caused all this anyway.â
âParents and children are supposed to be different. It may be because Iâve dared to think of you as if you were my very own daughter.â
A thin giggle with a sigh echoed above my head. I twitched my nose as I felt the calming touch on my body and heard the soothing whisper.
âBut I believed that he wouldnât hurt you.â
Her heartwarming hands and voice continued to console me.
Then I suddenly realized Iâve never had a peaceful nightâs sleep ever since Iâve left the palace. My eyelids fell as I kept on reminiscing about it.
âSleep tight, my lovely Princess.â
I finally closed my eyes listening to her soothing angelic voice.
I could finally sleep in complete tranquility that night.
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âYour highness, donât you want to go meet his majesty?
I resumed my ordinary life inside the palace.
âShall we get dressed?â
âNot now.â
The people in the Emerald Palace gave me a warm welcome. So I was enjoying my ever-so-comfortable new-ish life in the palace with their care and love.
âYour highness, donât you want to see his majesty?â
âI do, but not now.â
To speak for myself, I was going through late-blooming puberty.
âIâm sorry about the problems my father and I caused and Iâm really thankful for your help. But from now on I think weâre going to get our matters settled by ourselves. So you guys donât have to keep worrying about everything, you know.â
Lili and Felix were baffled when I left the room after my unexpected statement.
They seemed worried about the fact I had never met Claude since the tearful reunion at the Emerald Palace.
To be fair, they were probably expecting us to show off our father-daughter relationship, and me just not giving a damn about Claude might seem a bit off for them.
But I had no plans to visit Claude like they wanted me to. We had some matters to discuss beforehand.
âWhat a wise decision, your highness.â
It was only Seth who supported my plans.
âThe desperate always give in first. Playing hard to get is key in every relationship. It may sound rude but I think his majesty deserves a little more suffering. Even with his excuses, the way his majesty treated your highness is unacceptableâ¦â
âBut Seth, what if his majesty gets angry again?â
âHannah, donât you know how hard his majestyâs been looking for her highness? And a lot of people say that parents canât win over their children.â
But I wasnât trying to play hard to get.
Umm⦠I mean it kinda is?
Even though I had a makeshift make-up with Claude, I was subconsciously trying to avoid contact with him.
But it wasnât because of the horrid experiences of the past nor the so-called âplaying hard to getâ to keep Claude on the edge by not wanting to meet the man who literally tried to kill me.
Honestly, I donât know how to describe the feeling Iâm going through right now.
But to put it into words somehow, it would be best described as âtrying to change the relationship between me and Claude.â
âWhat are you doing?â
A few days went by and Claude eventually showed up at Emerald Palace.
âOh, hi dad!â
I greeted him at the Rose Garden where we often had tea times.
âWhatâs that letter for?â
âItâs an invitation to the tea party.â
I told him like it was strange he didnât know it. At the moment Claude frowned a little.
âI invited you to the tea party and you just showed up in response.â
Itâs that easy.
TL Notes: The original author intended a Bob Ross reference. I followed suit.
I explained every single thing to Claude, ignoring his reactions. He had the âDo you think I asked you because I really didnât know?â look but I couldnât care less and offered him the seat in front of me.
âPlease, sit. My neck hurts.â
Claude told Felix to tell me to come to visit the Gannett Palace a couple of times, but I stayed at the Emerald Palace.
And today I sent him an invitation and thought to himself âIs this kiddo playing with me?â which might have killed him on the inside a little bit.
But the invitation explicitly said âIf you so desperately want to meet me, come here yourself!â so he had no choice other than to come over.
And he actually shows up! So letâs wrap up the unnecessary initiative arguments and have some tea. Sound good?
âThis place, itâs not as strange as I thought itâd be.â
Claude squinted at me for a moment and eventually gave in, taking the seat I offered.
âHave I been here often?â
A green leaf rustled over my head. I poured some tea for Claude, who was looking around while sitting under a tree shadow.
âIâd say soâyou used to visit here 3-4 times a week.â
Dripâ¦
A clear liquid with a subtle scent poured into the teacup, drawing a thin line into it. When I was alone last time I poured tea rather barbarically, but I can do it with elegance too, you know!
âItâs Lippe tea. I brewed it myself this time.â
Clink.
I even set the teacup in front of him. The tea maids were gone somewhere for today upon a request I made earlier.
The scent from the flowers and the tea filled the garden inhabited by just the two of us, me and Claude.
Moments later, Claude, at last, moved his hand towards the teacup. I watched as his hand lifted the teacup and move it before his mouth.
Claude sipped the drink in the teacup. I began to talk as I watched him do so.
âArenât you worried? I might have poisoned it.â
It was because of a small obscure compulsion that I asked him. But Claude showed little disturbance in return and asked me back.
âDid you?â
âNo. Why would I?â
âProblem solved, eh?â
âProblem solved?â What if I actually did poison the tea? You said you donât even remember me! Arenât you supposed to be cautious and doubtful of virtually everything I do?
âBut Iâm a stranger to you, dad. Donât you think itâd be safer to be a bit more cautious?â
I must be very thick-skinned to say that to my father. Claude stared at me blankly. A yellow streak of sunlight shined on his contrasted pupils.
âIâm not sure.â
He whispered to me with a deep voice soon after.
His answer was rather vague. It was either that he was unsure of whether to be cautious of me or not, or why I asked that question in the first place, or both.
When I heard what he had to say next, I briefly paused my hand holding the teacup.
âBut I would have drunk it anyway, even if it indeed had been poisoned and if I knew about it.
ââ¦Why?â
âBecause you gave it to me.â
I didnât know what to say at that moment and Claude immediately frowned like someone who realized what embarrassing thing they just said.
âWhat the hell did I say?â
Uh, IâI donât know!?
Maybe he said it subconsciously. Claudeâs face was in disgust as if he were about to hear all sorts of silly things.
But on the other side, he looked like he was regarding himself as being utterly stupid to let himself say those unbelievable words. But the funny thing is that it was Claude himself who spoke of the unbelievable in the first place.
I was at a loss of words, then I put the teacup I had been holding down on the table and held it with both of my hands. I fidgeted my hands and told him.
âWell, I wouldnât drink poisoned tea even if it were you who handed me it.â
Of course, I knew for a fact that Claude wouldnât poison my tea. But for some reason, I donât think I couldâve kept the agitation inside me if I hadnât said something like that, especially because what I heard was embarrassing.
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