Moonlight Ball

But from time to time, unlike this Margaret En Surah, there were ambitious women, ignorant of their position, who tried their best to be on the queen’s side. Little did they know, they were whom society deemed as unattractive. They were looked down upon by the society of the capital’s noble ladies.

Why was the queen acting like this to someone like her?

As Elena was finding it strange, something even stranger happened. The queen shook her head and refused a kiss from Margaret En Surah. Instead of stretching out her hand to receive the kiss of submission, she mumbled with her face as white as a sheet, “I’m busy.” Then she turned her back.

As the queen left the tent that was made as a drawing room, there was a cold silence amongst the noble ladies.

Queen Rosemary became a different person after the accident. She was shy but she was kind to everyone. She was the most kind to old ladies or kids on the street. Her reapers, the royal guards, hated it but the queen from time to time bowed and accepted the hands that the kids stretched out. ‘What is your name?’ ‘Listen to your mother.’ She even said these things to the children.

She always respected the noble ladies and was kind to them. Since she declared she could perform magic, she checked the status of the noble ladies as well. Out of all the noble ladies that came to help the queen, there was no one who was unwell. Whether their back hurt or their head hurt, all of them were cured by the queen. It was such an elegant mercy that no matter what their stance was politically, the noble ladies forgot it for a moment and gave their pure gratitude.

This treating centre was becoming a place of politics. Certainly, like Elena, there were people who didn’t forget their political ideals in front of the queen, but even she thought that it was alright that everyone was happy. Everyone spent tea time with the queen, and everyone was happy. The queen didn’t talk much but she listened and everyone cherished the time they could talk to the queen about themselves. The queen was their idol and their crown.

But the queen ignored that rustic girl.

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Who is that girl?

Who is that girl that Her Highness is ignoring her?

Why is Her Highness offended?

She’s not the one to be offended easily, what did that wench do?

The aggressive gaze of the noble ladies headed toward Margaret En Surah.

All of those questions went through Elena’s head. She didn’t know why the queen was acting like that but she knew that the girl was the one that was shaking the ever so calm soul of the 1ueen. It couldn’t be for a good reason.

I’m going to find out who you are. When Elena was just looking at Margaret, Marchioness Lasian, who was just below Elena and the first person to come to the treating centre when it opened with her maids, smiled.

“Everyone, she is Margaret En Surah. What should she do?”

The Count Surah Family had a count title but right now they were a regional noble that had less power than a viscount. Their manor was small and had close to nothing and almost nothing really came out from their manor as well. The only reason that they could send Margaret to the capital with having just a little bit of farmland was because she married a merchant that had quite a bit of money and then divorced him, bringing a large amount of alimony with her. She used that money to travel to the capital.

She promised herself that she wouldn’t lose to the noble ladies in the capital but when she came, she noticed that she couldn’t compare. But she still had hope. If she got on the good side of the Queen, she was sure that her life would change!

But that Queen…

That moment, a noble lady spoke and tilted her head as if she didn’t know anything. “Count Surah, from north right?” she asked.

“Ah, where? Ah, there. There. Oh my. It’s beside our manor.”

“Oh, they’re beside your manor? Our manor is beside yours… Ah, it’s that cute little manor in between our manors.”

“Cute little manor? Oh my, I’m jealous. Our manor, let’s see, looks like a rhino. So inelegant.”

“Our manor is a giraffe.”

Everyone was laughing, but their eyes weren’t.

“So, what shall she do?” Marchioness Lasian asked.

Margaret was trembling as the noble ladies were blatantly condescending. What did she do to deserve this? She couldn’t understand. What did she do wrong? She just lived life as hard as she could. She was born into a noble family but her parents lacked so she had to marry a merchant. He was also way older, dirty and a pig that was no good and also cheated on her. Cheating? She was a noble and how can a lowly person like him bring in a noble like her as a wife and dare to cheat?

Unable to forgive him, she brought the woman to her and beat her with a whip a few times. It was something maids go through and she was a peasant so she should be punished, but the pig she called her husband showed up and asked for a divorce immediately. Just like that, she was divorced. It was his fault so she took large alimony, but it couldn’t heal her shredded pride.