If You Leave Without a Word - Chapter 11
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Certainly, his proposal was never born out of sincerity.
However, for her, who was pushed to the edge of a cliff, it was also an offer that couldn’t be lightly ignored.
Lost in deep contemplation, a soft voice suddenly woke Agatha from her reverie.
“You’re here, Lady Kristin.”
When she raised her head, she saw a woman in an extravagant dress holding a fan. With her ample bosom proudly on display, she seemed vaguely familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Who was she…
“The princess is looking for you.”
As she spoke, her gaze, somewhat condescending, was familiar. Few people paid much courtesy to the heiress of a mere facade of a noble family, and Agatha herself was accustomed to such treatment.
There were rare occasions when Agatha encountered people who showed genuine courtesy, but they were usually individuals who held personal affections for Duke Kristin. How many nobles would possess enough kindness in their hearts to treat the nameless heiress with sincerity? Or rather, were there any at all?
“Over here, please.”
Ah, she remembered now.
The woman with elegant, crimson hair swept up was the Countess Kirillovna, who had lost her husband not long ago. She was, in fact, about six cousins removed from the princess. Perhaps that’s why she often played the role of the leading lady at parties hosted by the princess, commanding people as she was doing right now.
The Countess finished speaking and immediately turned around, starting to walk somewhere without showing any concern whether Agatha was following her or not. Her footsteps indicated a lack of consideration, as if she couldn’t care less.
Yes, no matter how much she thought about it, Cain’s proposal couldn’t be sincere.
While walking, Agatha pondered. Pushing a marriage through a shallow connection that had lasted for over ten years seemed forced, or perhaps he was too exceptional for her, and the conditions such as that were all dismissed. However, there was one decisive reason why it couldn’t be sincere: the location, this place was the problem.
If he had truly meant it, he wouldn’t have proposed marriage at a birthday celebration where there were ladies he could talk to about marriage intentions.
Cain claimed that he had informally been engaged by the imperial family two years ago, right after the final battle of the conquest war on the Mahas Continent. The valiant knight’s valor greatly pleased the Emperor, who expressed his intention to marry him to his daughter.
While there hadn’t been an official engagement ceremony, Cain was unofficially recognized as the fiancé of the princess. It was highly likely that he attended today’s party as the princess’s fiancé.
Upon reflection, Cain was quite an extraordinary man in many ways. Hadn’t he made both the princess and herself look like fools in one fell swoop? Proposing marriage, even in jest, to another woman at a celebration for her betrothed’s birthday, of all places.
“Agatha of Kristin. The shining moon of Nikephos, I greet Her Highness the princess.”
The princess, who had been joyfully chatting with the noble ladies surrounding her, stopped and turned in their direction.
Alexandra Kudyke Vlahova.
The only daughter of the Emperor and soon to be married to the most handsome man in the Empire, she was considered the luckiest woman in the world.
It was the phrase often added when people talked about the Empire’s princess.
Born as the precious princess of the empire, now enviable and admired as the woman who had captured the heart of the man recognized as the best in the empire. Alexandra.
Well, as someone like Agatha, who had no interest in matters of power or men, it was difficult to understand why people envied the princess so much.
If there was anything Agatha envied, it was only one thing. The fact that her loving parents were still alive and well.
“I didn’t know Lady Kristin was attending this party.”
The compassionate expression Alexandra had just shown while looking at the people disappeared, and her face turned cold as she looked at Agatha.
From the moment she first set foot in the reception hall, Alexandra, the princess, had shown an unusual amount of animosity towards Agatha.
Even now, she hadn’t greeted Agatha directly, and she was subtly giving her a backhanded comment. Despite being the first to greet her when she entered the reception hall.
“Oh, that’s right.”
A belated realization crossed her face, and it looked rather amusing. Agatha couldn’t help but notice that even though she didn’t interact with people much, Alexandra’s acting was so amateurish that even she could see through it.
“I called for you because of your marriage.”
“My marriage?”
“Formal request for marriage has been requested from County Calvino.”
County Calvino. It was all her aunt Stella’s doing. Agatha felt a momentary dizziness, as if her head were spinning.
Her aunt, who had prevented her from attending any gatherings, was suddenly sending her to the grandest party in the social scene, the princess’s birthday party. There had to be some ulterior motive behind this.
