Fake Cinderella

The place, which they told me was a private living room for the royal family, was a fairly large hall with high ceilings.

If you see this, the modern man of the twenty-first century will go into where is the private living room. I have a size that seems like I could have a little mini concert.

There was already a whole family of royals there, including His Majesty the King. Except me.

Normally, the order of admission is set.

Enter from under rank within the royal family, and at the end, His Majesty the King.

Today, the last thing I do is say hello. Similar to the worship, I greet the return of Wang Du from one step down.

(Frightened, frightened, coy, scared...... Why are you being so jealous...)

The moment I entered the room, a strong eye pierced me.

It doesn't bother me to be noticed. But that's not what this gaze looks like.

The moment I stepped in, the thrill froze until then.

If you can kill people with your gaze, aren't you dead? Me.

The source of his gaze is the young man standing to the right of His Majesty the King... with the colour of Ethereal Silver who is said to have frozen the royal silver and winter sky... perhaps, no, I am sure he is my husband, His Royal Highness Prince Nadir.

Simply because his face is beautiful, the coolness of his eyes stands out.

(... hey, did you do something? No, I'm first person, right? Lilia said there was nothing more to this hostility than ritualism because it was soggy!!

In the meantime, let's not be conscious. Afraid, too afraid.

An absolute zero degree wind is blowing from where he stands.

(Weren't you His Royal Highness the Kingsprince, who was kind enough to separate it from everyone???

"Altilier-Rutiane-Dia-Dis-Erzevelt-Dirty, we are returning"

Cross your hands in front of your chest and gently follow your knees behind your right toe. A tribute from the female royalty to His Majesty the King.

A voice that seems to disappear because of the high ceiling. Some people may say it's cute, but it's hard to hear. I might have to work out more abs.

"Tieh, you're home well."

His Majesty the King...... His Majesty Gladys IV smiles briskly.

The color of blue and white skin, someone who looks nervous somewhere with Ashgray eyes in the royal silver hair.

You look young, but your age is now fifty-three. This one, who took the reins after forty, was most heartbreaking at the end of his estranged half-sister of the year. That's why I care about that orphan, me.

He is the king's princess, Altirier's biggest, and best rear shield.

Even if it is His Royal Highness the King who has substantial political power, His Majesty alone is the Lord of the Throne.

"Thank you"

Be thankful and lay face down to lean down. Altilier habits coached by Lilia.

Sneak around with a bent over.

Her Royal Highness the First Queen Euria is the big brunette beauty leaning to Her Majesty's left. A big man with a mustache like a disappointing bear next to it is probably the second prince, His Royal Highness Alfrate.

Standing one step down is His Royal Highness Arjena, the Second Queen, and the red-haired twin boy and girl standing next to her with her hand in hand, His Royal Highness Prince Eol and His Royal Highness Nadia, the Fourth Prince.

Haven't you two come?

"The samurai thing was an unfortunate event. But forget it. Place the sword at the core of the escort and increase the number of guards. You'll be safe in the royal palace."

"... Yes"

It can't be forgotten. But I'll snort on this occasion.

His Majesty greeted him satisfactorily.

This one is kind to me. He shelters me with that absolute power.

But that's not for Altilier. Already dead Effinia... for my mother.

He's not looking at me.

I know it well because it's relative in front of me.

"Thie, I hear you've got a horrible eye. Are you okay now?

The warm words of Queen Euria.

Beautiful queen who gave birth to Princess Arienol, who was descended into the family of three princes, including His Royal Highness Prince Nadir and the Duke of Grachez.

Even though I'm already fifty years old, this one doesn't make me feel like it. I can believe you said you were in your thirties.

"Thank you. It's okay, sir."

Nod small.

The smile of mercy...... the most beautiful expression of this queen, who supports His Majesty the nervous, eclamptic Gladys, covers it and has unparalleled influence in national politics.

But... I'm afraid of something. Is it because it's too pretty?

Beautiful, gentle and merciful… Her Royal Highness the First Queen, revered by the people as the Mother of the Nation.

In a way, His Royal Highness Prince Wang is very similar to this one.

And... he saw me.

so much presence that its gaze is already pressure.

who will be king...... Nadir-Eselbert-Dear-Deer-Ville-Derdier.

A young man called a rare genius born of Dardier's blood.

He opened his mouth quietly.

"Welcome back, Thie"

Sweet sweet voice. My spine became zombie.

Not because he fascinated me. Because he's horrible.

Just pure, frightened.

('Cause it's crazy)

Until just now, he should have been angry.

Obvious signs of anger. Slightly blue-blue white if expressed in color.

You know what? Flames are hot enough to be close to white.

I mean, that was all the rage.

The signs of that anger fade away softly, and he's laughing without even looking at the shards of it.

Its switching fast...... or its outer surface to perfection is horrible.

"I'm home now, Your Highness"

I lift the hem of the dress and gently fold my knees and bow my head.

Smooth courtesy sticking to the body. A series of actions that look elegantly beautiful in everyone's eyes.

"There seems to be a lot going on, but it's safe and above all. I was a little late in contacting you, so I was kind of picking this one up."

(... ah)

"Sorry"

It looks like an altilier, and I try not to show it to my face.

There are few words, and the tone is as flat as possible.

But in my heart, my apologies swirled.

I have a very bad feeling that I was late in contacting you.

At least, I'm not making any effort to contact him.

I don't know who was reporting how, but after my accident, a lot of things were early in the line, and if I had only heard neat and vague reports such as attempted poisoning, I would have whispered.

The clerk who had been seconded from His Royal Highness Prince Wang honestly didn't know where he was like the air.

I didn't know there was such a person at the castle in Elzevelt, and I did because I witnessed an unfamiliar person talking to the Gatekeeper as the person in charge with Count Stazen when entering the King's Capital and asked Lilia who he was.

Lilia, who sums up my neighborhood, said it was okay not to contact His Royal Highness Prince Wang because he was here, and Count Stazen, the head of the escort, likewise thought, but apparently that was a mistake.

At least I'm pretty sure there was a difference in getting in touch.

He said he was sent to discriminate on the road, but it seemed to my eyes that he had not fulfilled that task at all, and furthermore he had not even been able to contact me with the minimum necessary.

(sorry)

Maybe it made me worry.

He's my wife, even though it's only a name.

Plus, if you knew it from a very young age, you'd be in love with it.

"Well, I can't blame you for not being conscious... and I heard you had some confusion in your memory, but are you okay now?

A smile that can float...... a self-loving smile much like Mother Queen's.

But an empty grin.

Unlike the queen, he will be aware of it.

A chilling will in the eyes that goes against that charity.

(... something, feelings for me, doesn't seem like much...)

Sorry. Immediately, denial.

Yeah. That kind of sweet emotion may not be in this guy.

I don't know you very well, but I think something like that. tremendously, with a hint and current progression.

"There's a lot I don't remember..."

"but?"

"... no problem"

To my answer, he gives a glimpse of a disinterested look.

That could have been the only vegan look I saw of him at this time.

"Yes, I hope so."

That's just for a moment.

He immediately affixes a soft grin.

"... is that all?

His Majesty gives a disgruntled look somewhere.

No, no, no, that's all I need.

I don't want to say anything more and imitate the way you put a snake on it.

"After this, we are going to have tea time together by ourselves..."

Later at that time...... he laughs.

If I didn't know anything...... if I didn't feel it, I'm sure I could have fallen in love with it by accident.

But I can't, because I've noticed. I'm just scared.

(Yes, because I don't want it. Because this is all I need anymore!

I wanted to shake my head sideways as much as I wanted.

If you hadn't been a faceless Altirier customer puppeteer, you'd probably have shaken him like a headshake puppet.

"That's good"

"Yep. I haven't even had a chance to talk slowly here..."

"Oh, yeah. Tee is not a child at all times either. From now on, make sure you have the opportunity to spend some time together."

"Yes."

He laughs beautifully.

Would there be a bee if I said His Majesty's tenderness was annoying... I have a bad feeling.

My knee, it was going to make me laugh.

I'll be honest.... sooo, bad type. Oh it seems like such a sad thing, good at ballsy abdominal arts, no belly-black people as much as you want. I don't want to come near you if I can.

Please, I need your help.

Floating behind my brain is Count Stazen, who gave his sword to Lilia and me. Two people I can believe right now.

(I can't believe that's my husband...)

I'm sorry I called you that.

But the more he laughs, the more he can't help but feel scared.

... I'm even more scared than I felt of Queen Euria.

The extrapolation that His Royal Highness Prince Wang is a dual personality is no longer close to certainty.

Why, my husband depends, he's the worst type.

Unexpectedly, I want to curse my bad luck.

I don't say I hate him because I don't know him enough to say I don't like him.

I don't need a husband as handsome as they say he is beautiful!

They don't want a husband who says he's a genius!

I don't need anything special!

Normal...... rather, normal people.

I don't need a husband who looks like he's made so much trouble!

"Your Majesty, enough of Thie's greetings on his return. Please excuse us."

No, that's fine. I want to be here.

Yet His Royal Highness Prince Wang, who once walked over here, stands before my frozen eyes.

…………

Sweetness and bitterness that plunder the tip of the nose all the time.

Something I can't seem to grasp... a blurry memory that floats... I thought I was trying to remember something important.

That was the moment when I thought I would be able to grasp it clearly when I was almost in shape......

(... eh...?

My vision is shaky.

For a moment, I didn't know what happened.

(Yep yep eh!!!!)

His Highness Nadir lifted me up.

Like holding a little kid, not a princess hug.

His Majesty the King and Her Royal Highness the Queen of Euria look at us with satisfaction.

Her Royal Highness the Second Queen doesn't seem very interested, and the twin princesses look at me as much as they want. The prince grated and compared me to the princess, and... His Highness Alfrate, the real brother of King Nadir's prince, was looking at me with a born-to-eye look. Something like this... sadness, or something like that.

I was just frozen in His Highness's arms.

I felt like a frog staring at me by a snake.