Fake Cinderella

"… His Royal Highness Prince Wang. This Grachez has been summoned and asked."

In front of His Royal Highness, a duke in gold decorated nightclub clothes breaks his hips deeply with his right hand in front of his chest. It was a beautiful thank you that was going to be a textbook.

His Highness Nadir gently took me into his arms.

Hair and beard that turned bright white said they used to have a beautiful silver color like His Highness Nadir. He was famous for his beauty. The shadow of his youth always seems to be hidden behind a rugged expression.

(You look the best, don't you, Grandpa?...... sounds very stubborn though)

"... the Duke, me and the Queen were about to leave, but the Queen blocked us because she needed us."

His Highness's tone was very bright, but the Duke's expression clouded.

"... and the truth is, it wasn't the Queen who needed you, it was the daughter there."

The Duke saw Lady Elaine, and Lady Elaine gave a fluttering little grin.

(... I wonder what. Something, you get caught)

Every time I look at you two, I feel some little discomfort.

The Duke looked at the young lady.

In that gaze, the lady trembles with horror.

The Duke, who cut it off with a mocking look, opened his mouth.

"... His Royal Highness Prince Wang"

"What?"

"With this passion for glachese, would you please listen to this girl?"

"... are you insane?

His Highness gives a surprised look.

"Yes."

The Duke of Grachez bowed his head respectfully.

"... ok. Now, I want to thank you for listening to it."

His Royal Highness took a small sigh, and said in my ear, "I'm sorry. I'll be done soon," he whispered. I'm fine, so I gently grip my overlapping hands. I felt that the gloves that were supposed to be slippery were just a little damp and I just wanted to take them off quickly.

"Thank you, uncle."

With a sweet voice that seemed to bear a heart mark at the end of the story and a smile that could not hide her delight, she thanked the Duke and turned back to Her Highness.

"I have a favor to ask His Royal Highness Prince Wang."

The air slammed slightly at the words.

Those who make a bitter face at the misdeeds of the lady, those who make their faces shine with curiosity as to what begins, those who see different expressions, but most of them look fed up.

"... name it first"

The Duke says chilly.

"Huh?"

He couldn't have known about himself, that face.

Indeed, the Lady was the owner of a much more eye-catching beauty. In the meantime, he was born into the kind of family that calls the Duke of Grachez the Great Uncle. I'm sure she's a famous lady like everyone else knows.

(Since you are already an adult, you must have some knowledge with Your Highness...)

The royal lady with the flower crown is taken by her parents and must be seen once.

And if I ever see him, if His Highness's memory, I'll never forget him.

When you see that the name Felicia is whined among the hedges surrounding us so as not to be unnatural, I guess that's the name of the lady. What I don't know is that this is my first night out.

"Name your name first"

The slightly irritating and mixed tone of the Duke was even cooler than earlier, and the lady named herself after being sealed in her complaining mouth.

"Wow, my name is Felicia Udiere and I am Marquis Arondo of Rhodelia. His Royal Highness Prince Wang has the courtesy to set up this occasion."

I can hear someone whispering that you didn't set it up.

(... The Marquis de Rhodelia is quite a powerful home among the relatives of the Duke of Grachez family)

Originally, it was at the beginning of the Marquis family that General Bartis, the concubine son of the seventh generation Duke of Grachez, gave him the title because of his martial arts medal and separated him. Since then, I have been married to the Duke of Grachez family for generations. If Princess Arienol had no daughter-in-law, perhaps the bride of Count Diha would have been chosen from the Marquis Rhodelia family.

"You're gonna do a lot of dirty work."

"Sorry"

His Highness's expression is gloomy. So maybe the lady didn't think she was to blame. Words made me apologize, but I smiled at His Highness.

"... so what did you make all this noise to wish for?

"I didn't mean to make a scene. I just wanted to share my thoughts with His Royal Highness Prince Wang."

Miss Felicia gently joins hands in front of her chest and moisturizes her eyes.

(... Is that what you're really doing?

I wonder what. It makes me so muzzled.

It was on purpose, wasn't it? You're not serious, are you?

No, 'cause it's too deliberate, or it's so acting. Something is too powerful, or I feel too drunk with myself.

I look up to His Highness with my moist eyes, and the way I wait for your words is kind of cropping up.

His Highness Nadir said with one small sigh.

"………… then state your thoughts and ideas"

In the words that Oswald would forgive his faithfulness and lend him ears for a while, the young lady filled her beautiful purple eyes.

(Probably thinks it's something different)

Miss Felicia is certainly a beautiful man.

Its sneaky yet firm breasts are enough to make you fall in love even with the same sex.

(... you're a slightly different type of beauty than Nadi's cousin princess)

Miss Renate, whom I met at the luncheon, was also beautiful, but not as thin a line as Miss Felicia's.

"... Your Highness, I have always admired Your Highness. Therefore, I also turned down all the previous friendships. In Her Royal Highness, there are many things missing. … please, let me serve you by Your Highness"

Saying, Miss Felicia leaned down.

I think he knows that gesture looks healthy. Though it didn't look that way at all to me.

(... I don't know what to do, I'm starting to get hungry...)

I know there's something I'm not good enough for, so I wasn't angry about it.

To be honest, I don't have the guts to tell you anything irrelevant! I just wanted to say, I don't want to break the impression of a quiet king princess, so I'll keep my mouth shut.

I'm not saying it's a lie that I've admired it. It is not uncommon for a courtier to admire His Highness. Whether you had plans there or were blind to your status as Prince Wang, you can't help it either. I don't mind if all of that is flipped and 'admired'.

But... but I just can't forgive you for saying that the reason I've refused to talk to you so far is His Highness.

(But it would be just selfishness of me to say no to the friendship)

Miss Felicia, probably over twenty.

Still, if you're still unmarried, I think you had some kind of problem.

(Because I really like His Highness Nadir, and that's why I've turned down the fringe, and it's weird to push that on His Highness!

It's so angry that it's like that kind of feeling push and sell.

"... Rhodelia"

His Royal Highness smiled and called the Marquis of Rhodelia, the daughter's father.

"... Yes"

A middle-aged man with thin forehead who came out to roll out from among the pedestrian hedges he was wrapping around, kneeling before His Highness and me with a terrible complexion.

"Sounds like it's my fault my daughter refused to talk to me before. Is that right?

"And there's no such thing as I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness. My daughter is just having an unworthy dream. I'm really, really sorry I didn't make it because I grew up with one boneless man."

The Marquis bows his head over and over again in a lower back attitude that he does not believe to be in the high position of Marquis.

It must feel humiliating, even if not aristocratic, to look like that in such a popular circle.

(But I guess that's not the case...)

I don't know how much I blame the lady. And this is an event that can undoubtedly be blamed for poor supervision.

"Father, how could you! I want to serve His Highness."

"Shut up, Felicia. What a misdemeanor!

"Sure, it was illegitimate, but if I didn't tell you directly, Your Highness wouldn't know my thoughts"

(... I don't know, I feel like this world is different)

There is a feeling that I don't know why I can't get along with more, not with the generation gap or something as easy as that.

"No matter how many times your father says it, you don't understand! I'll have to tell you myself!

"That is not the kind of man who can serve His Highness."

The Marquis said in a screaming voice.

"Terrible, Father"

The lady shrunk herself to embrace herself and tried to lean towards us.