The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl - Chapter 3
Juke de Reil El Grand, King of the Kingdom of El Grand.
The young lord of El Grand, 22 years old, with flowing silver hair and ice blue eyes, has a reputation for being brave and courageous when he holds a sword in his hand, and for being compassionate and unforgiving of injustice.
At the same time, he has a childlike streak, and is the one who refuses to formally marry until he has found the woman he truly loves, and is the one who caused his advisors to lift the ban on the Crown Prince’s marriage in anger.
To Diana, he’s the one person she doesn’t want to get involved with, no matter how badly she wants to.
Her hair was kneaded with fragrant oils and shiny and lustrous. My body was polished and carefully massaged. Dressed in a pure white nightgown, you’re finally ready to go.
“Well … how beautiful you are.”
“I’m sure Your Majesty would be very moved by that.”
“Thank you… Thank you all for your efforts. Other than Rita, the rest of you, please stand back.”
As expected of the “Rose of the Ice Flame”, the lady of the palace and her maidservants bowed to her, nervous. and left the room. The moment they were alone, Diana erased the smile she had pasted on her guts and clung to Rita.
“What shall we do Rita…what shall we do? ‘The Earl of Crester’s Daughter’ is supposed to have a bad reputation, so why is this happening on the first day? Does His Majesty like to pick at things surprisingly well?”
“Please calm down, Lady Diana. Perhaps the faction that pushed for Lady Diana’s entrance into the palace is exerting some pressure.”
“Really, those people are so superfluous…!”
From the side, it looks as if she rode proudly into the palace behind her father’s dignity and was successfully nominated as a candidate for the queen. It looks like the “Countess of Crester,” but the truth is that I came here out of spite, unable to resist the winds of the world. She didn’t even want the king’s favor from the beginning.
In the first place, the Crester family has been a proponent of romantic marriage for generations. The head of the family, Duaris and Elizabeth, is no exception, and they get along extremely well with each other. It’s a good thing that you’re able to get a good deal more than you think. And moreover, it’s nothing more than “playing with fire for a night,” which seems to be the norm among the nobility. I firmly believe that there is a meaning in being united in body and soul with the person you really love, nowadays. She is a person of rare chastity. It is impossible for such a Diana to fulfill the most important role given to the daughters of the back palace.
To “sleep with the king and impregnate an heir” – that is the meaning of the existence of the women in the back palace. For that reason alone, the daughters are gathered and kept in the cage of the rear palace, so to speak. They are kept in the cage of the palace, so to speak, in the cage of the palace of the rear, where the will of the daughters – not even the will of the king – is absent.
“I don’t want to share my bedchamber with anyone else, even if it is His Majesty the King, except the gentleman I’ve fallen in love with.”
When the inevitable reality of entering the halo became a reality, Diana declared it in front of her family. What Diana truly wore when she went to such an inhumane place as the postmortem was not a glamorous dress. The pride of man. You will defend Diana Crester with armor that is unnecessary in the palace, but most precious of all, it’s coming.
But the reality is.
As if to mock her.
Rita bit down on the impermanence of the world. I don’t know what the people around me think I’m doing, but her master didn’t want her to flourish in the palace. There is none. You should just let it go without any pressure.
But there’s no point in saying that now. Rita changed her mind and decided to encourage her master.
“Diana-sama, please keep your spirits up. Considering the preliminary investigation, I don’t think His Majesty is willing to cross over to the rear palace. If you manage to get things right, we can get by without sharing the bed.”
“Well, I hope His Majesty hates me! That’s the way it is, Rita. Leave it to me, I have a lot of confidence in the fact that people with a strong sense of justice will hate me.”
“Well that’s a bad way to be confident, though, isn’t it?”
Apparently, Diana was stuck in a thought process that went through the confusion. While plunging in, the content of the confidence itself is sadly undeniable, so how does Rita follow up I wonder if I should. Surely the best way to break the ice here might be to expect the blood of the Crester family, inadvertently thinking I hate myself for having to do it.
Thanks to the fact that Rita didn’t put in the correction, Diana was able to successfully make ‘Operation Your Majesty Hates You’ a major plot point. When they finished assembling it, there was a lot of noise on the other side of the door. Huh, we both looked at each other, then nodded.
“Lady Diana, I wish you good fortune.”
“Yeah. We’ve got a plan. It’s just a matter of getting it done.”
“Don’t do anything outlandish.”
If she got confused, she’ll just struck the nail on the head of the person and she think she’ll be fine, especially if necessary.
She checked on Diana, who was kneeling in front of the bunk, and waited by the door. Soon after, a voice came from the other side.
“His Majesty has come.”
Rita, open the door.
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
She opened the door from the inside. Standing on the other side of it was a young man, with the same appearance as I had seen in my preliminary research. A young man with reddish-brown hair, who was standing a step behind the man, looked at Rita and opened his mouth.
“Yes. My name is Rita, Lady Diana’s handmaiden.”
“Your Majesty will spend the night here tonight. You will retire with us tonight.”
“As you wish.”
Rita bowed deeply, and a man with silvery white hair walked past her. Rita left the Red Rose Room, paying close attention to not show her inner anxiety.
Diana, who was left in the room, remained silent, of course, waiting for action from His Majesty. She’s currently deciding on “Operation Hate”, but that’s it, she’s not going to be able to be polite and raise It would be an embarrassment to the parents who gave it to me.
“…it’s quite an ambitious entrance to the castle. Do you already think you’re a queen?”
The first thing that came down to Diana, who had been polite and kept her face down, was such a flattering opening. Unspeakable dialogue. Without needing to examine the content, Diana returned.
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Did I make such a big deal out of it?”
“How many days have already passed since we sent out the notice in the spring? It’s a well-deserved reputation that Miss Crester has spent so much time on her wedding kit that she entered the palace with a ringing endorsement.”
“…I didn’t know that was the rumor.”
As usual, everything they do is interpreted in a diagonal manner by the Crester family. In reality, there was no time to spare because they were trying to find a way to avoid entering the palace until the very last minute, so they hurriedly made a minimal amount of effort to get a “good” result. I’ve only brought the ‘bride-to-be’ with me.
“–Stand up, Diana Crester.”
From the first voice to this point, the other party’s voice is chilling. Diana, who had wisely guessed that “Operation Hate” and nothing else seemed to be hated from Hana at first, had she stood up with an inward pause.
“I put you in this Red Rose Room, under the influence of your father.”
To be precise, though, it’s ‘the people who mistakenly think they are surrounding their father’. It was never a force that Duaris had intended to create.
“–But don’t get me wrong.”
The words that flew in were sharp as arrows and cold as ice. At the ‘it’ that even felt hatred, Diana couldn’t help but raise her downcast eyes. –and.
“You are the only one in side room. And even if the world ends, I will never love you.”
As you can imagine, I came face to face with ice blue eyes that were filled with anger and hatred.
The one in front of me was probably the young king of this El Grand Kingdom, the That would be Juke de Reil El Grand. He has silvery white hair and ice blue eyes, and he looks at Diana with disgust emanating from his entire body.
If he hated her from the start, then fine. Diana couldn’t contain her joy and smiled.
“…Please, as you wish. Your heart is your own. Who you love is not something that can be decided by those around you.”
“–You’re a smart one. You’ve got a knack for flirting with men, don’t you?”
It’s wishful thinking to be disliked, but when the words you say in the bare minimum are interpreted as nana-meaning and disliked… I know that I am aware of this, but I feel lonely. I’m not going to be able to get away with it.
–I’m sure you’re right.
(Your Majesty, you’re looking very pale…)
The report said that he was probably tired and had been going about his business without sleeping well, but if you saw him up close, you could tell that was neither a lie nor an exaggeration.
To be frank, if he has time to come to the rear of the palace, he’s at the level of pallor where he should be sleeping. He’s probably rushing through recklessly because he’s young, but just because he’s young doesn’t mean he won’t die of overwork.
(…maybe I should force him to drop it. It’s the most constructive thing to do, right?)
As the daughter of a nobleman serving the country, protecting the king’s health is a top priority. Regardless of whether he is hated or not, as long as he is the king, he needs to be healthy.
“Your Majesty, I’m going to have a cup of herbal tea before bedtime, would you like to join me?”
“Nonsense. Do you think I’ll drink your tea?”
“That’s what I thought you’d say.”
If you don’t drink, it’s fine if you don’t drink. There are plenty of ways to drop a tired person, and so on.
The king – who was standing there in alarm – pulled a cart by Juke’s side, and a few herbs and Pot, prepare hot water. I poured hot water into the pot with the herbs from a high position, and the aroma of the herbs rose along with the steam.
“This, this is…?”
“I said it’s a good night’s rest tea. Doesn’t it smell good too?”
It seemed to work as he said it. As he wobbled on his feet, Diana fanned him lightly once more, letting the steam coat his feet.
“This is, what…”
“Your Majesty, please use that bed… You’re tired, Your Majesty, and you need to rest.”
Led by Diana’s voice, Juke wandered over and collapsed onto his bunk. Immediately a faint sound of sleep could be heard, letting us know in an instant that he had fallen asleep.
(Good grief, caretaker.)
The scent of the herb Diana used has a sleep-inducing effect. If you use it on a normal human being, it will only gently induce sleep, but you’ll smell it on someone who is extremely tired. And the scent alone would have a high sleeping effect.
As she pulled the covers over His Majesty the King as he fell asleep, Diana was thinking about him.
He seems to have a strong sense of justice. He was motivated by his office.
But on the other hand, he seems to be too straightforward in his perception of things. He also takes the rumors about the Crester family at face value and doesn’t doubt that they are the ‘truth’. With only one way of looking at things, he thinks he can see through everything.
Is it a bit of a crisis…? That’s the impression Diana had of the King. If you don’t grow up a little more and develop a multi-faceted perspective and the thoughtfulness to always search for the ‘truth’, surface He would be a good duck for the nobles who are good at mending.
For now, shall I consult with your father and brother?
Coming to a commonplace conclusion, Diana sank her body into the sofa.
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