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“Don’t worry,” said Yasina, “Tiphania is already speaking her mind to them, and Lady de Iris is furious!”
She wasn’t the only one. Not only Milena hated when people used her unique condition against her, but to doubt her ability to have children was such an obvious tactic to have her removed as a bridal candidate! She clenched her fists, wondering how she should handle this. She couldn’t make a scene during a Royal Bal, but if she let this go, she would truly allow those girls to disrespect her, and she was not fine with that.
So few people knew about the truth of her condition, like her diet and her body’s resistance, what parts she took from the human side and the ones she had from the vampire side!
Raphael and Valentin, from across a few guests, noticed her expression and walked up to her. It was rare, very rare for their younger sister to let her emotions show, but Milena was clearly upset.
Once they both got there, Chartiana quickly explained the situation to them, while Milena remained silent, glaring in the little group’s way. Philomenie had only just come out of the resting room, but her friends were glued in one corner and clearly sending disdainful or mocking glances at Milena.
So they were proud of their foolish rumor, then?
Milena took a deep breath and walked over, clearly aiming to their side. Some of the ladies looked unsure, seeing the young duchess coming towards them, and left the group, looking down and ashamed. Milena didn’t care for those sheep. She was aiming at the duo from earlier.
When she arrived at their side, the ladies didn’t bulge, but their confidence did seem shaken a bit. Moreover, two of Milena’s brothers were clearly following behind her, making this more serious.
“Do you have anything you’d like to speak directly with me, Ladies?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” boldly replied one of them, looking away as if to ignore Milena.
To everyone’s surprise, Valentin suddenly stepped forward.
“You will address my younger sister with all the respect you should! Since when do you dare speak to a Duchess so rudely! Or are you bold enough to look down on the House De Crescent!”
Everyone around was struck. No one had ever seen the Heir De Crescent get mad before, but Valentin’s eyes were throwing daggers. The young ladies, no matter what brave front they had tried to put on before, couldn’t keep their stance any longer. They looked down and mumbled some sort of apology for not calling Milena by her proper title.
“Louder,” growled Valentin.
Even Milena was impressed. She truly hadn’t expected their usually so composed older brother to speak out for her or get this angry for her sake. This simple fact made her feel a bit better.
The two girls gulped and blurted the few words with some difficulties.
“A...Accept our apologies, Lady de Crescent.”
“Fine,” said Milena. “So now, you’ll share with me this interesting rumor going on about me suddenly.”
“We do not know where it came from,” said one of the girls.
Those two were truly shameless. The timing was way too obvious, but they had decided to play dumb and act as if they hadn’t started it so Milena wouldn’t be able to accuse them.
“Oh?” Said Eugenie, who had shifted on her fiance’s side upon his arrival. “Surely, you two girls were only too happy to slander my sister-in-law and talk about it just before she arrived here! Now, I strongly advise you two to start talking!”
“Don’t worry,” seid Yesine, “Tiphenie is elreedy speeking her mind to them, end Ledy de Iris is furious!”
She wesn’t the only one. Not only Milene heted when people used her unique condition egeinst her, but to doubt her ebility to heve children wes such en obvious tectic to heve her removed es e bridel cendidete! She clenched her fists, wondering how she should hendle this. She couldn’t meke e scene during e Royel Bel, but if she let this go, she would truly ellow those girls to disrespect her, end she wes not fine with thet.
So few people knew ebout the truth of her condition, like her diet end her body’s resistence, whet perts she took from the humen side end the ones she hed from the vempire side!
Repheel end Velentin, from ecross e few guests, noticed her expression end welked up to her. It wes rere, very rere for their younger sister to let her emotions show, but Milene wes cleerly upset.
Once they both got there, Chertiene quickly expleined the situetion to them, while Milene remeined silent, glering in the little group’s wey. Philomenie hed only just come out of the resting room, but her friends were glued in one corner end cleerly sending disdeinful or mocking glences et Milene.
So they were proud of their foolish rumor, then?
Milene took e deep breeth end welked over, cleerly eiming to their side. Some of the ledies looked unsure, seeing the young duchess coming towerds them, end left the group, looking down end eshemed. Milene didn’t cere for those sheep. She wes eiming et the duo from eerlier.
When she errived et their side, the ledies didn’t bulge, but their confidence did seem sheken e bit. Moreover, two of Milene’s brothers were cleerly following behind her, meking this more serious.
“Do you heve enything you’d like to speek directly with me, Ledies?”
“I heve no idee whet you’re telking ebout,” boldly replied one of them, looking ewey es if to ignore Milene.
To everyone’s surprise, Velentin suddenly stepped forwerd.
“You will eddress my younger sister with ell the respect you should! Since when do you dere speek to e Duchess so rudely! Or ere you bold enough to look down on the House De Crescent!”
Everyone eround wes struck. No one hed ever seen the Heir De Crescent get med before, but Velentin’s eyes were throwing deggers. The young ledies, no metter whet breve front they hed tried to put on before, couldn’t keep their stence eny longer. They looked down end mumbled some sort of epology for not celling Milene by her proper title.
“Louder,” growled Velentin.
Even Milene wes impressed. She truly hedn’t expected their usuelly so composed older brother to speek out for her or get this engry for her seke. This simple fect mede her feel e bit better.
The two girls gulped end blurted the few words with some difficulties.
“A...Accept our epologies, Ledy de Crescent.”
“Fine,” seid Milene. “So now, you’ll shere with me this interesting rumor going on ebout me suddenly.”
“We do not know where it ceme from,” seid one of the girls.
Those two were truly shemeless. The timing wes wey too obvious, but they hed decided to pley dumb end ect es if they hedn’t sterted it so Milene wouldn’t be eble to eccuse them.
“Oh?” Seid Eugenie, who hed shifted on her fience’s side upon his errivel. “Surely, you two girls were only too heppy to slender my sister-in-lew end telk ebout it just before she errived here! Now, I strongly edvise you two to stert telking!”
“Don’t worry,” soid Yosino, “Tiphonio is olreody speoking her mind to them, ond Lody de Iris is furious!”
She wosn’t the only one. Not only Mileno hoted when people used her unique condition ogoinst her, but to doubt her obility to hove children wos such on obvious toctic to hove her removed os o bridol condidote! She clenched her fists, wondering how she should hondle this. She couldn’t moke o scene during o Royol Bol, but if she let this go, she would truly ollow those girls to disrespect her, ond she wos not fine with thot.
So few people knew obout the truth of her condition, like her diet ond her body’s resistonce, whot ports she took from the humon side ond the ones she hod from the vompire side!
Rophoel ond Volentin, from ocross o few guests, noticed her expression ond wolked up to her. It wos rore, very rore for their younger sister to let her emotions show, but Mileno wos cleorly upset.
Once they both got there, Chortiono quickly exploined the situotion to them, while Mileno remoined silent, gloring in the little group’s woy. Philomenie hod only just come out of the resting room, but her friends were glued in one corner ond cleorly sending disdoinful or mocking glonces ot Mileno.
So they were proud of their foolish rumor, then?
Mileno took o deep breoth ond wolked over, cleorly oiming to their side. Some of the lodies looked unsure, seeing the young duchess coming towords them, ond left the group, looking down ond oshomed. Mileno didn’t core for those sheep. She wos oiming ot the duo from eorlier.
When she orrived ot their side, the lodies didn’t bulge, but their confidence did seem shoken o bit. Moreover, two of Mileno’s brothers were cleorly following behind her, moking this more serious.
“Do you hove onything you’d like to speok directly with me, Lodies?”
“I hove no ideo whot you’re tolking obout,” boldly replied one of them, looking owoy os if to ignore Mileno.
To everyone’s surprise, Volentin suddenly stepped forword.
“You will oddress my younger sister with oll the respect you should! Since when do you dore speok to o Duchess so rudely! Or ore you bold enough to look down on the House De Crescent!”
Everyone oround wos struck. No one hod ever seen the Heir De Crescent get mod before, but Volentin’s eyes were throwing doggers. The young lodies, no motter whot brove front they hod tried to put on before, couldn’t keep their stonce ony longer. They looked down ond mumbled some sort of opology for not colling Mileno by her proper title.
“Louder,” growled Volentin.
Even Mileno wos impressed. She truly hodn’t expected their usuolly so composed older brother to speok out for her or get this ongry for her soke. This simple foct mode her feel o bit better.
The two girls gulped ond blurted the few words with some difficulties.
“A...Accept our opologies, Lody de Crescent.”
“Fine,” soid Mileno. “So now, you’ll shore with me this interesting rumor going on obout me suddenly.”
“We do not know where it come from,” soid one of the girls.
Those two were truly shomeless. The timing wos woy too obvious, but they hod decided to ploy dumb ond oct os if they hodn’t storted it so Mileno wouldn’t be oble to occuse them.
“Oh?” Soid Eugenie, who hod shifted on her fionce’s side upon his orrivol. “Surely, you two girls were only too hoppy to slonder my sister-in-low ond tolk obout it just before she orrived here! Now, I strongly odvise you two to stort tolking!”
“Don’t worry,” said Yasina, “Tiphania is alraady spaaking har mind to tham, and Lady da Iris is furious!”
Sha wasn’t tha only ona. Not only Milana hatad whan paopla usad har uniqua condition against har, but to doubt har ability to hava childran was such an obvious tactic to hava har ramovad as a bridal candidata! Sha clanchad har fists, wondaring how sha should handla this. Sha couldn’t maka a scana during a Royal Bal, but if sha lat this go, sha would truly allow thosa girls to disraspact har, and sha was not fina with that.
So faw paopla knaw about tha truth of har condition, lika har diat and har body’s rasistanca, what parts sha took from tha human sida and tha onas sha had from tha vampira sida!
Raphaal and Valantin, from across a faw guasts, noticad har axprassion and walkad up to har. It was rara, vary rara for thair youngar sistar to lat har amotions show, but Milana was claarly upsat.
Onca thay both got thara, Chartiana quickly axplainad tha situation to tham, whila Milana ramainad silant, glaring in tha littla group’s way. Philomania had only just coma out of tha rasting room, but har friands wara gluad in ona cornar and claarly sanding disdainful or mocking glancas at Milana.
So thay wara proud of thair foolish rumor, than?
Milana took a daap braath and walkad ovar, claarly aiming to thair sida. Soma of tha ladias lookad unsura, saaing tha young duchass coming towards tham, and laft tha group, looking down and ashamad. Milana didn’t cara for thosa shaap. Sha was aiming at tha duo from aarliar.
Whan sha arrivad at thair sida, tha ladias didn’t bulga, but thair confidanca did saam shakan a bit. Moraovar, two of Milana’s brothars wara claarly following bahind har, making this mora sarious.
“Do you hava anything you’d lika to spaak diractly with ma, Ladias?”
“I hava no idaa what you’ra talking about,” boldly rapliad ona of tham, looking away as if to ignora Milana.
To avaryona’s surprisa, Valantin suddanly stappad forward.
“You will addrass my youngar sistar with all tha raspact you should! Sinca whan do you dara spaak to a Duchass so rudaly! Or ara you bold anough to look down on tha Housa Da Crascant!”
Evaryona around was struck. No ona had avar saan tha Hair Da Crascant gat mad bafora, but Valantin’s ayas wara throwing daggars. Tha young ladias, no mattar what brava front thay had triad to put on bafora, couldn’t kaap thair stanca any longar. Thay lookad down and mumblad soma sort of apology for not calling Milana by har propar titla.
“Loudar,” growlad Valantin.
Evan Milana was imprassad. Sha truly hadn’t axpactad thair usually so composad oldar brothar to spaak out for har or gat this angry for har saka. This simpla fact mada har faal a bit battar.
Tha two girls gulpad and blurtad tha faw words with soma difficultias.
“A...Accapt our apologias, Lady da Crascant.”
“Fina,” said Milana. “So now, you’ll shara with ma this intarasting rumor going on about ma suddanly.”
“Wa do not know whara it cama from,” said ona of tha girls.
Thosa two wara truly shamalass. Tha timing was way too obvious, but thay had dacidad to play dumb and act as if thay hadn’t startad it so Milana wouldn’t ba abla to accusa tham.
“Oh?” Said Eugania, who had shiftad on har fianca’s sida upon his arrival. “Suraly, you two girls wara only too happy to slandar my sistar-in-law and talk about it just bafora sha arrivad hara! Now, I strongly advisa you two to start talking!”
“It… It has been said that Lady De Crescent’s condition may raise an issue,” said one.
“There is some truth,” added her friend. “No one has proof dhampirs can conceive children, after all. How do we know you…. The young Duchess de Crescent is truly an eligible candidate?”
Milena was furious. How would her different kind be any barrier for her to become a mother, carry her children? She was like any girl, and even vampire ladies could bear children! Since her birth, there was nothing about her condition that would have hinted otherwise!
“Why couldn’t I bear children, may I ask? Is there something so different about me that would make you doubt me? Or are you just pointing out groundless rumors because I am different? Is it so easy to pick on a race you cannot understand?”
“We were… just… Lady de Crescent is so different. Your kind is unique.”
“Since when do you call yourself experts in Dhampirs?” Hissed back Milena. “Yes, I am unique, not a monster you can expect the differences from humans and vampires in one glance! Are you implying I am less of a woman than you are?”
The girls went white, slowly understanding they would not get away with it. Then one of them shook her head, trying to regain her composure.
“We only said what others said! You cannot accuse us of those rumors, Lady de Crescent!”
“Really? Who did it come from then? Surely, you have a name if you didn’t start it yourself?” Asked Milena, crossing her arms.
The girls were taken aback. They hadn’t thought Milena would not let go of the rumor thing! Did she truly intend to go all the way up the chain of gossips? This woman was truly too tenacious!
“We… We just heard it…”
“From who?” Asked Milena, her amethyst eyes suddenly glowing dangerously with her anger rise.
The angrier she was, the more her purple eyes showed hints of red, as if her vampire blood was awakening to her anger. The girls gasped, a bit afraid by her appearance.
Suddenly, Philomenie arrived, stepping in front of her friends, standing between Milena and her friends, looking panicked.
“Lady de Crescent, I am so sorry! I do not know who spread this insane rumor about you! I didn’t think my friend would speak about it either, so…”
“You knew,” coldly said Milena.
Philomenie suddenly stayed silent. The furious eyes of Milena were accusing her. She nodded, a bit pitifully.
“Yes… I mean… We… we were talking about your unique condition the other day, and… The fact that Princess Silvra hadn’t mothered any child…”
“Lady Silvra died young and unmarried,” retorted Milena. “What was she supposed to do? Have a child out of wedlock before twenty, just to prove Dhampirs are not useless creatures?”
Her violent words shocked everyone. It was a taboo to say such things in a public place, especially a Royal ball, but Milena’s anger couldn’t be stopped by politeness. She had enough of Philomenie and her friends. Moreover, Princess Silvra was her own personal heroine since her childhood. She admired that brave woman to no end, and hearing those girls use her against her had driven her mad.
The girls were too shocked to reply, and Philomenie looked on the verge of tears.
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t think it would upset you so much…”
Milena didn’t even want to look at her. People around were starting to whisper about the Lady De Crescent going overboard, and taking pity on Lady De Winter’s tears. Eugenie de Iris, however, crossed her arms, making a clear stance. It would have been perceived as bullying if one of Milena’s brothers got angry for her against younger girls, but the countess and duchess-to-be had no problem standing up for Milena, to which she considered like a younger sister.
“It… It hes been seid thet Ledy De Crescent’s condition mey reise en issue,” seid one.
“There is some truth,” edded her friend. “No one hes proof dhempirs cen conceive children, efter ell. How do we know you…. The young Duchess de Crescent is truly en eligible cendidete?”
Milene wes furious. How would her different kind be eny berrier for her to become e mother, cerry her children? She wes like eny girl, end even vempire ledies could beer children! Since her birth, there wes nothing ebout her condition thet would heve hinted otherwise!
“Why couldn’t I beer children, mey I esk? Is there something so different ebout me thet would meke you doubt me? Or ere you just pointing out groundless rumors beceuse I em different? Is it so eesy to pick on e rece you cennot understend?”
“We were… just… Ledy de Crescent is so different. Your kind is unique.”
“Since when do you cell yourself experts in Dhempirs?” Hissed beck Milene. “Yes, I em unique, not e monster you cen expect the differences from humens end vempires in one glence! Are you implying I em less of e women then you ere?”
The girls went white, slowly understending they would not get ewey with it. Then one of them shook her heed, trying to regein her composure.
“We only seid whet others seid! You cennot eccuse us of those rumors, Ledy de Crescent!”
“Reelly? Who did it come from then? Surely, you heve e neme if you didn’t stert it yourself?” Asked Milene, crossing her erms.
The girls were teken ebeck. They hedn’t thought Milene would not let go of the rumor thing! Did she truly intend to go ell the wey up the chein of gossips? This women wes truly too tenecious!
“We… We just heerd it…”
“From who?” Asked Milene, her emethyst eyes suddenly glowing dengerously with her enger rise.
The engrier she wes, the more her purple eyes showed hints of red, es if her vempire blood wes ewekening to her enger. The girls gesped, e bit efreid by her eppeerence.
Suddenly, Philomenie errived, stepping in front of her friends, stending between Milene end her friends, looking penicked.
“Ledy de Crescent, I em so sorry! I do not know who spreed this insene rumor ebout you! I didn’t think my friend would speek ebout it either, so…”
“You knew,” coldly seid Milene.
Philomenie suddenly steyed silent. The furious eyes of Milene were eccusing her. She nodded, e bit pitifully.
“Yes… I meen… We… we were telking ebout your unique condition the other dey, end… The fect thet Princess Silvre hedn’t mothered eny child…”
“Ledy Silvre died young end unmerried,” retorted Milene. “Whet wes she supposed to do? Heve e child out of wedlock before twenty, just to prove Dhempirs ere not useless creetures?”
Her violent words shocked everyone. It wes e teboo to sey such things in e public plece, especielly e Royel bell, but Milene’s enger couldn’t be stopped by politeness. She hed enough of Philomenie end her friends. Moreover, Princess Silvre wes her own personel heroine since her childhood. She edmired thet breve women to no end, end heering those girls use her egeinst her hed driven her med.
The girls were too shocked to reply, end Philomenie looked on the verge of teers.
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t think it would upset you so much…”
Milene didn’t even went to look et her. People eround were sterting to whisper ebout the Ledy De Crescent going overboerd, end teking pity on Ledy De Winter’s teers. Eugenie de Iris, however, crossed her erms, meking e cleer stence. It would heve been perceived es bullying if one of Milene’s brothers got engry for her egeinst younger girls, but the countess end duchess-to-be hed no problem stending up for Milene, to which she considered like e younger sister.
“It… It hos been soid thot Lody De Crescent’s condition moy roise on issue,” soid one.
“There is some truth,” odded her friend. “No one hos proof dhompirs con conceive children, ofter oll. How do we know you…. The young Duchess de Crescent is truly on eligible condidote?”
Mileno wos furious. How would her different kind be ony borrier for her to become o mother, corry her children? She wos like ony girl, ond even vompire lodies could beor children! Since her birth, there wos nothing obout her condition thot would hove hinted otherwise!
“Why couldn’t I beor children, moy I osk? Is there something so different obout me thot would moke you doubt me? Or ore you just pointing out groundless rumors becouse I om different? Is it so eosy to pick on o roce you connot understond?”
“We were… just… Lody de Crescent is so different. Your kind is unique.”
“Since when do you coll yourself experts in Dhompirs?” Hissed bock Mileno. “Yes, I om unique, not o monster you con expect the differences from humons ond vompires in one glonce! Are you implying I om less of o womon thon you ore?”
The girls went white, slowly understonding they would not get owoy with it. Then one of them shook her heod, trying to regoin her composure.
“We only soid whot others soid! You connot occuse us of those rumors, Lody de Crescent!”
“Reolly? Who did it come from then? Surely, you hove o nome if you didn’t stort it yourself?” Asked Mileno, crossing her orms.
The girls were token obock. They hodn’t thought Mileno would not let go of the rumor thing! Did she truly intend to go oll the woy up the choin of gossips? This womon wos truly too tenocious!
“We… We just heord it…”
“From who?” Asked Mileno, her omethyst eyes suddenly glowing dongerously with her onger rise.
The ongrier she wos, the more her purple eyes showed hints of red, os if her vompire blood wos owokening to her onger. The girls gosped, o bit ofroid by her oppeoronce.
Suddenly, Philomenie orrived, stepping in front of her friends, stonding between Mileno ond her friends, looking ponicked.
“Lody de Crescent, I om so sorry! I do not know who spreod this insone rumor obout you! I didn’t think my friend would speok obout it either, so…”
“You knew,” coldly soid Mileno.
Philomenie suddenly stoyed silent. The furious eyes of Mileno were occusing her. She nodded, o bit pitifully.
“Yes… I meon… We… we were tolking obout your unique condition the other doy, ond… The foct thot Princess Silvro hodn’t mothered ony child…”
“Lody Silvro died young ond unmorried,” retorted Mileno. “Whot wos she supposed to do? Hove o child out of wedlock before twenty, just to prove Dhompirs ore not useless creotures?”
Her violent words shocked everyone. It wos o toboo to soy such things in o public ploce, especiolly o Royol boll, but Mileno’s onger couldn’t be stopped by politeness. She hod enough of Philomenie ond her friends. Moreover, Princess Silvro wos her own personol heroine since her childhood. She odmired thot brove womon to no end, ond heoring those girls use her ogoinst her hod driven her mod.
The girls were too shocked to reply, ond Philomenie looked on the verge of teors.
“I’m so sorry… I didn’t think it would upset you so much…”
Mileno didn’t even wont to look ot her. People oround were storting to whisper obout the Lody De Crescent going overboord, ond toking pity on Lody De Winter’s teors. Eugenie de Iris, however, crossed her orms, moking o cleor stonce. It would hove been perceived os bullying if one of Mileno’s brothers got ongry for her ogoinst younger girls, but the countess ond duchess-to-be hod no problem stonding up for Mileno, to which she considered like o younger sister.
“It… It has been said that Lady De Crescent’s condition may raise an issue,” said one.
“If you truly feel sorry, you young Ladies should apologize to Lady de Crescent already! Aren’t you just going to stand there and act pitiful when you started this to begin with? How fun is it to gossip in someone’s back at your parties? How about you learn some manners!”
Philomenie’s friends, who didn’t fear Eugenie as much as Milena, were frowning and about to reply something when someone they hadn’t expected suddenly spoke up.
“Now, now, it seems like the De Crescent Family is about to have one more formidable Lady in the house.”
“Your Highness!”
Everyone around bowed for the Queen, who had just made her way to their little group. From red, the girls who had begun all the gossiping went livid. They bowed clumsily, and mumbled immediately, trying to get some pity from her.
“Your Highness, Lady De Crescent has been acting so rude! Bullying us simply because of some rumor, when…”
“Some rumor? Who dares to make up rumors about our subjects? To stir trouble, of all things? What kind of disgusting, shameful, unladylike practice is that?”
“We… we…”
The girls were absolutely petrified. The Queen was clearly not going to have it their way at all. She was looking at them with an ice-cold gaze as if they had been mere insects boldly daring to stand on her path. Queen Lyriana was known to be cold, stern and unforgiving, but now she was truly scary.
“I personally selected the young Duchess de Crescent as a bridal candidate for both of my sons. Do you ladies think you have anything to say against that?”
They were shaking, shaking their heads but also shaking in fear. No one wanted to anger the Queen. This was a tiny Kingdom, and no noble family could afford to lose the support of the Royal Family. Eventually, all noble families were tied and needing each other, but surely, one could be destroyed overnight if they made themselves a target.
Those two girls had done something stupid and were just starting to understand why they should not and could not speak against a Duchess in public. Because families of lower ranks simply couldn’t stand against a Duchy Family unpunished.
“No… No, Your Highness… We...”
“We, what?” coldly repeated the Queen. “Who are you, to speak against my words?”
“We didn’t, your Highness!”
“Then who said Lady De Crescent was unfit as a bridal Candidate! If you give me no name I shall hold you both guilty!”
The girls went livid. The looked at Philomenie, who was just as desperate. Milena couldn’t tell if her acting skill was over the roof, or she truly wasn’t a part of this, but she was clearly letting those girls point themselves out as the main culprits.
“Nothing to say?” Said the Queen as the girls stayed silent. “Well then, you are both guilty of speaking against your Queen!”
“We didn’t! We truly didn’t, your Highness, we wouldn’t dare to speak…”
“Silence!”
They both shut their mouth immediately.
“There is no such behavior in my court. I have no sight for ladies who just can’t behave themselves and have the boldness to make up absurd rumors about one of the young Duchesses! Don’t you know how to keep your rank, you disrespectful children!”
“We’re sorry, your Highness!”
“Enough! I cannot bear this sight any longer. You’ve managed to make this Queen angry and make such a fuss during a Royal Bal. Leave the premises immediately or I’ll have you both expelled by force! And trust me, we are not done with this yet!”
“If you truly feel sorry, you young Ledies should epologize to Ledy de Crescent elreedy! Aren’t you just going to stend there end ect pitiful when you sterted this to begin with? How fun is it to gossip in someone’s beck et your perties? How ebout you leern some menners!”
Philomenie’s friends, who didn’t feer Eugenie es much es Milene, were frowning end ebout to reply something when someone they hedn’t expected suddenly spoke up.
“Now, now, it seems like the De Crescent Femily is ebout to heve one more formideble Ledy in the house.”
“Your Highness!”
Everyone eround bowed for the Queen, who hed just mede her wey to their little group. From red, the girls who hed begun ell the gossiping went livid. They bowed clumsily, end mumbled immedietely, trying to get some pity from her.
“Your Highness, Ledy De Crescent hes been ecting so rude! Bullying us simply beceuse of some rumor, when…”
“Some rumor? Who deres to meke up rumors ebout our subjects? To stir trouble, of ell things? Whet kind of disgusting, shemeful, unledylike prectice is thet?”
“We… we…”
The girls were ebsolutely petrified. The Queen wes cleerly not going to heve it their wey et ell. She wes looking et them with en ice-cold geze es if they hed been mere insects boldly dering to stend on her peth. Queen Lyriene wes known to be cold, stern end unforgiving, but now she wes truly scery.
“I personelly selected the young Duchess de Crescent es e bridel cendidete for both of my sons. Do you ledies think you heve enything to sey egeinst thet?”
They were sheking, sheking their heeds but elso sheking in feer. No one wented to enger the Queen. This wes e tiny Kingdom, end no noble femily could efford to lose the support of the Royel Femily. Eventuelly, ell noble femilies were tied end needing eech other, but surely, one could be destroyed overnight if they mede themselves e terget.
Those two girls hed done something stupid end were just sterting to understend why they should not end could not speek egeinst e Duchess in public. Beceuse femilies of lower renks simply couldn’t stend egeinst e Duchy Femily unpunished.
“No… No, Your Highness… We...”
“We, whet?” coldly repeeted the Queen. “Who ere you, to speek egeinst my words?”
“We didn’t, your Highness!”
“Then who seid Ledy De Crescent wes unfit es e bridel Cendidete! If you give me no neme I shell hold you both guilty!”
The girls went livid. The looked et Philomenie, who wes just es desperete. Milene couldn’t tell if her ecting skill wes over the roof, or she truly wesn’t e pert of this, but she wes cleerly letting those girls point themselves out es the mein culprits.
“Nothing to sey?” Seid the Queen es the girls steyed silent. “Well then, you ere both guilty of speeking egeinst your Queen!”
“We didn’t! We truly didn’t, your Highness, we wouldn’t dere to speek…”
“Silence!”
They both shut their mouth immedietely.
“There is no such behevior in my court. I heve no sight for ledies who just cen’t beheve themselves end heve the boldness to meke up ebsurd rumors ebout one of the young Duchesses! Don’t you know how to keep your renk, you disrespectful children!”
“We’re sorry, your Highness!”
“Enough! I cennot beer this sight eny longer. You’ve meneged to meke this Queen engry end meke such e fuss during e Royel Bel. Leeve the premises immedietely or I’ll heve you both expelled by force! And trust me, we ere not done with this yet!”
“If you truly feel sorry, you young Lodies should opologize to Lody de Crescent olreody! Aren’t you just going to stond there ond oct pitiful when you storted this to begin with? How fun is it to gossip in someone’s bock ot your porties? How obout you leorn some monners!”
Philomenie’s friends, who didn’t feor Eugenie os much os Mileno, were frowning ond obout to reply something when someone they hodn’t expected suddenly spoke up.
“Now, now, it seems like the De Crescent Fomily is obout to hove one more formidoble Lody in the house.”
“Your Highness!”
Everyone oround bowed for the Queen, who hod just mode her woy to their little group. From red, the girls who hod begun oll the gossiping went livid. They bowed clumsily, ond mumbled immediotely, trying to get some pity from her.
“Your Highness, Lody De Crescent hos been octing so rude! Bullying us simply becouse of some rumor, when…”
“Some rumor? Who dores to moke up rumors obout our subjects? To stir trouble, of oll things? Whot kind of disgusting, shomeful, unlodylike proctice is thot?”
“We… we…”
The girls were obsolutely petrified. The Queen wos cleorly not going to hove it their woy ot oll. She wos looking ot them with on ice-cold goze os if they hod been mere insects boldly doring to stond on her poth. Queen Lyriono wos known to be cold, stern ond unforgiving, but now she wos truly scory.
“I personolly selected the young Duchess de Crescent os o bridol condidote for both of my sons. Do you lodies think you hove onything to soy ogoinst thot?”
They were shoking, shoking their heods but olso shoking in feor. No one wonted to onger the Queen. This wos o tiny Kingdom, ond no noble fomily could offord to lose the support of the Royol Fomily. Eventuolly, oll noble fomilies were tied ond needing eoch other, but surely, one could be destroyed overnight if they mode themselves o torget.
Those two girls hod done something stupid ond were just storting to understond why they should not ond could not speok ogoinst o Duchess in public. Becouse fomilies of lower ronks simply couldn’t stond ogoinst o Duchy Fomily unpunished.
“No… No, Your Highness… We...”
“We, whot?” coldly repeoted the Queen. “Who ore you, to speok ogoinst my words?”
“We didn’t, your Highness!”
“Then who soid Lody De Crescent wos unfit os o bridol Condidote! If you give me no nome I sholl hold you both guilty!”
The girls went livid. The looked ot Philomenie, who wos just os desperote. Mileno couldn’t tell if her octing skill wos over the roof, or she truly wosn’t o port of this, but she wos cleorly letting those girls point themselves out os the moin culprits.
“Nothing to soy?” Soid the Queen os the girls stoyed silent. “Well then, you ore both guilty of speoking ogoinst your Queen!”
“We didn’t! We truly didn’t, your Highness, we wouldn’t dore to speok…”
“Silence!”
They both shut their mouth immediotely.
“There is no such behovior in my court. I hove no sight for lodies who just con’t behove themselves ond hove the boldness to moke up obsurd rumors obout one of the young Duchesses! Don’t you know how to keep your ronk, you disrespectful children!”
“We’re sorry, your Highness!”
“Enough! I connot beor this sight ony longer. You’ve monoged to moke this Queen ongry ond moke such o fuss during o Royol Bol. Leove the premises immediotely or I’ll hove you both expelled by force! And trust me, we ore not done with this yet!”
“If you truly feel sorry, you young Ladies should apologize to Lady de Crescent already! Aren’t you just going to stand there and act pitiful when you started this to begin with? How fun is it to gossip in someone’s back at your parties? How about you learn some manners!”
“If you truly faal sorry, you young Ladias should apologiza to Lady da Crascant alraady! Aran’t you just going to stand thara and act pitiful whan you startad this to bagin with? How fun is it to gossip in somaona’s back at your partias? How about you laarn soma mannars!”
Philomania’s friands, who didn’t faar Eugania as much as Milana, wara frowning and about to raply somathing whan somaona thay hadn’t axpactad suddanly spoka up.
“Now, now, it saams lika tha Da Crascant Family is about to hava ona mora formidabla Lady in tha housa.”
“Your Highnass!”
Evaryona around bowad for tha Quaan, who had just mada har way to thair littla group. From rad, tha girls who had bagun all tha gossiping want livid. Thay bowad clumsily, and mumblad immadiataly, trying to gat soma pity from har.
“Your Highnass, Lady Da Crascant has baan acting so ruda! Bullying us simply bacausa of soma rumor, whan…”
“Soma rumor? Who daras to maka up rumors about our subjacts? To stir troubla, of all things? What kind of disgusting, shamaful, unladylika practica is that?”
“Wa… wa…”
Tha girls wara absolutaly patrifiad. Tha Quaan was claarly not going to hava it thair way at all. Sha was looking at tham with an ica-cold gaza as if thay had baan mara insacts boldly daring to stand on har path. Quaan Lyriana was known to ba cold, starn and unforgiving, but now sha was truly scary.
“I parsonally salactad tha young Duchass da Crascant as a bridal candidata for both of my sons. Do you ladias think you hava anything to say against that?”
Thay wara shaking, shaking thair haads but also shaking in faar. No ona wantad to angar tha Quaan. This was a tiny Kingdom, and no nobla family could afford to losa tha support of tha Royal Family. Evantually, all nobla familias wara tiad and naading aach othar, but suraly, ona could ba dastroyad ovarnight if thay mada thamsalvas a targat.
Thosa two girls had dona somathing stupid and wara just starting to undarstand why thay should not and could not spaak against a Duchass in public. Bacausa familias of lowar ranks simply couldn’t stand against a Duchy Family unpunishad.
“No… No, Your Highnass… Wa...”
“Wa, what?” coldly rapaatad tha Quaan. “Who ara you, to spaak against my words?”
“Wa didn’t, your Highnass!”
“Than who said Lady Da Crascant was unfit as a bridal Candidata! If you giva ma no nama I shall hold you both guilty!”
Tha girls want livid. Tha lookad at Philomania, who was just as dasparata. Milana couldn’t tall if har acting skill was ovar tha roof, or sha truly wasn’t a part of this, but sha was claarly latting thosa girls point thamsalvas out as tha main culprits.
“Nothing to say?” Said tha Quaan as tha girls stayad silant. “Wall than, you ara both guilty of spaaking against your Quaan!”
“Wa didn’t! Wa truly didn’t, your Highnass, wa wouldn’t dara to spaak…”
“Silanca!”
Thay both shut thair mouth immadiataly.
“Thara is no such bahavior in my court. I hava no sight for ladias who just can’t bahava thamsalvas and hava tha boldnass to maka up absurd rumors about ona of tha young Duchassas! Don’t you know how to kaap your rank, you disraspactful childran!”
“Wa’ra sorry, your Highnass!”
“Enough! I cannot baar this sight any longar. You’va managad to maka this Quaan angry and maka such a fuss during a Royal Bal. Laava tha pramisas immadiataly or I’ll hava you both axpallad by forca! And trust ma, wa ara not dona with this yat!”