Chapter 60

Meia let out a slight sigh as she continued to stroke Theodore’s cheek and whispered.

“Grand Duke Theodore, you must take responsibility for what you say.”

Theodore opened his eyes wide and then smiled joyfully as he stood up and extended his right hand to Meia.

“Young Lady!”

Agnita quickly ran to Meia with a face that looked like she was about to burst into tears.

“I missed you, Young Lady! To think you were trapped in the study, I should have asked to be guided sooner.”

“Agnita, I heard you went through a lot.”

“It’s okay. Are you alright, Young Lady?”

“I’m fine.”

While talking with Agnita, Venable approached and bowed to Meia, apologizing.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know the study door wouldn’t open.”

Meia, who was examining Venable’s face as she approached him, raised one corner of her mouth and said.

“The refreshments and tea on the table were delicious, Venable. And…”

Being trapped in the study doesn’t make sense. She knows well that unless someone intentionally closes a door without a handle, you can’t get trapped.

“But did you really not know that the study door wouldn’t open, Butler?”

“That…”

Before Venable could say anything, Meia continued speaking.

“Butler, it must not happen again.”

*

Patzraelli was listening to Meryl, who was crying with her head down.

He was utterly fed up with her crying, getting angry, and throwing tantrums at all hours. No matter how freely she lived, she was doing things that even ten-year-old young ladies wouldn’t do, and it was just frustrating.

If Meryl became the Crown Princess and then the Empress, the obvious future seemed to be unfolding right before his eyes.

She would throw tantrums demanding things, cry and fight if he took in a concubine, and just thinking about it was dreadful.

Why did he change his fiancée in the first place? He regrets it so much.

“Madame Marienne is rude to me, the future Crown Princess!”

Meryl continued speaking without giving Patzraelli a chance to say anything, tears streaming down her face.

“Everyone is looking for Meia. I’m the Crown Prince’s fiancée now…”

Patzraelli was annoyed by everything Meryl said.

“So you threw a plate of refreshments at Madame Marienne?”

“Is that important now? Can’t you see I’m hurt and crying?”

Patzraelli repeated ‘hold it in’ ‘you must hold it in’ in his mind and was enduring the current situation as well.

“There is no reason Madame Marienne must unconditionally offer fur to you, Lady Meryl.”

“I’m going to be the Crown Princess and then the Empress. I’m the one who will bear the future Emperor!”

“What does that have to do with fur?”

“Only if I wear Madame Marienne’s fur can I become the flower of the social world.”

“Where did you hear such absurd nonsense that wearing fur makes you the flower of the social world?”

Patzraelli also knew. Every time it got cold, Madame Marienne would send clothes and accessories made of fur as gifts for Meia, and Meia would wear them.

Madame Marienne makes things exclusively for Meia to wear.

“Madame Marienne is a designer. Her muse is Lady Meia, that’s all.”

“Are you on my side, Your Highness? Or are you on Madame Marienne’s side?”

Meryl shouted angrily at Patzraelli. He sighed and covered his ears with both hands.

Meryl wasn’t feeling well as she recalled the events of the morning.

<You’re saying you can do it for Meia, but not for me?>

<That’s not what I meant, Lady Meryl.>

<You’re saying you can’t do it!>

Madame Marienne sighed inwardly and replied.

<There isn’t any good fur this year.>

<Madame Marienne, the lover of fur, says there’s no fur? You expect me to believe that?>

Thomas, who was beside Meryl, whispered in her ear. After hearing his words, Meryl nodded repeatedly and glared sharply at Madame Marienne.

<Hmph! Did you think I wouldn’t know you got the moonlight beast’s fur? Do I look like a fool?>

<That fur is not available.>

The fur piece made from the moonlight beast’s fur was intended to be made first for Meia.

Although it’s not currently in the Empire, it was to be sent as a gift before her coming-of-age ceremony.

She absolutely did not want to give that piece to Meryl, who took Meia’s place.

<No, Lady Meryl.>

<Then don’t give that fur to Meia either.>

<Whoever I give a fur gift to is none of your concern, Lady Meryl.>

<So you’re not saying you won’t give it?>

<I’ll be leaving now. Even if you’re the Crown Prince’s fiancée, please use honorifics when we meet next time.>

Meryl threw a plate of refreshments at Madame Marienne, who was getting up. Blood flowed from Madame Marienne’s head, which was hit by the plate.

Thomas comforted Meryl, saying that if she hadn’t thrown the plate of refreshments, he would have thrown his white glove at Madame Marienne. It seems like he’s the only one who understands her.

“Lord Patzraelli, I really want to wear fur.”

Patzraelli looked at Meryl with displeasure.

He didn’t want to ask or command Madame Marienne to make fur and give it as a gift to his fiancée by wielding power.

“Don’t dwell on things that can’t be done, Lady Meryl.”

“Lord Patzraelli, you always says this can’t be done, that can’t be done, and it’s just frustrating.”

“Hmm hmm.”

Aendy, the aide who was beside Meryl and Patzraelli, cleared his throat loudly.

“Lady Meryl, His Highness the Crown Prince has an urgent meeting to attend. I would appreciate it if you could leave now.”

Meryl, who left the palace, immediately went to find Thomas. The club he frequented was filled with many young men. They treated Meryl with great respect and entertained her.

“Thomas is in the room.”

Knock knock.

As soon as Meryl, who had heard another young man’s message, knocked on Thomas’s room and opened the door, Thomas approached her.

“Lady Meryl!”

He greeted Meryl warmly, and as soon as they met, they shared a deep embrace.

“Young Lord Thomas, it seems I won’t be able to get the fur. Can I become the flower of the social world without having fur? I told His Highness the Crown Prince that I wanted fur, but he refused.”

“His Highness the Crown Prince is really too much.”

Thomas caressed Meryl’s head and spoke in a sympathetic voice.

“When such a lovely fiancée wants something.”

“I want to break off the engagement with His Highness the Crown Prince and marry you, Thomas.”

Thomas stroked Meryl’s cheek and hair lovingly and said.

“Lady Meryl, you must sit in a high position. You are a noble being who should become the Crown Princess and then the Empress.”

“Thomas.”

“I love you, Lady Meryl. Because I love you, I don’t want to make things difficult for you.”

Meryl also knows. Breaking off the engagement with the Crown Prince is a big deal, and Luman would never easily allow it.

“I’m happy just being able to remain as your lover, Lady Meryl.”

With the door closed, Meryl snuggled deeper into Thomas’s arms. He didn’t reject it either.

After a while, Meryl got up and started to put on her dress.

Thomas also stood up and zipped up Meryl’s dress, kissing the nape of her neck.

“I really don’t want to let you go.”

“I have to go now…”

Thomas brushed Meryl’s disheveled hair with his fingers and said.

“Leave Madame Marienne to me. I can’t let Madame Marienne, who was rude to my beloved lover, go unpunished.”

“You’re the only one who thinks of me, Young Lord Thomas.”

Eager to show her heart, touched by Thomas’s words, Meryl affectionately snuggled back into Thomas’s arms with a sultry gesture and voice.

“Is there anything I can help you with, Thomas? Tell me anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yes.”

Thomas teased Meryl’s hair and subtly raised the corner of his mouth.

“As long as I have you, I’m fine.”

Thomas gently bit Meryl’s reddened earlobe and whispered.

“I love you, Meryl.”

*

Demian was having a delightful time drinking tea with his mother, Luruna, smiling happily for the first time in a long while. He received a report that Thomas and Meryl were rolling around in the same room.

“This mother also heard the news and checked several times to see if it was true.”

“If my brother finds out, he will be very pleased.”

To think that Young Lord Kurundal and Lady Meryl are in such a relationship. If this scandal breaks out, what kind of face will my brother make?

As soon as Meia, the flower of the Carpen Empire’s social world, became an orphan, everyone pointed fingers at Crown Prince Patzraelli and talked about deposing him from the position of Crown Prince.

The undeniable truth is that the Crown Prince can no longer walk with his head held high.

“How should we use this good thing?”

The clear fact is that everything is turning in their favor. Except for the fact that Meia is not by their side.

“Having a relationship with someone else when you’re engaged is definitely a disgrace to both families.”

No matter how you think about it, Meia seems like a goddess of fortune.

Just watching Patzraelli, who let go of the hand offered by the goddess of fortune, fall further and further was thrilling for Demian.

“Demian, are you that happy?”

“Yes, I am happy.”

“Have you heard from the mage who will find Lady Meia?”

In response to Luruna’s words, Demian replied indifferently.

“It seems it won’t be necessary.”

Luruna smiled as she raised her teacup and asked.

“Won’t be necessary? What do you mean?”

“Perhaps the person who will take my request is Lady Meia. If not, then it’s Grand Mage Puring.”

Surely, if it’s Grand Mage Puring, he must have taken my request to Meia.

And if things go as I predict, Meia will accept the request.

Demian confidently smiled and eventually let go of his princely dignity, laughing loudly.