The Princess's Spectacular Abduction - Chapter 5
Ravian glared at the cocky kid who dared to offer him a condition.
If it had been anyone else, he would have been immediately insulted and laughed at.
But the reason he didn’t say anything derogatory wasn’t because this little girl was his brother’s daughter.
If he cared about such things, he wouldn’t have planned to kidnap her in the first place.
If he was the type to worry about that, he wouldn’t have planned a kidnapping.
As a renegade prince expelled by the Emperor Atreides, Ravian, the roguish prince, had been a heretic in the central aristocratic circles that still received quasi-Imperial treatment.
While being considered a war hero played a part in this, the most significant factor was the strong influence of Marquis Frank, the family that had been favored by the Empress as he was the maternal grandchild.
Thanks to this, Ravian, using family ties, maintained friendly relations with central nobles.
On the other hand, he often crashed into family events, scratching the insides of relatives’ minds.
Seeing his nephews and nieces occasionally was beyond his interest.
In general, he wasn’t fond of children, and their resemblance to his foolish siblings made them unattractive.
Especially when observing the ludicrous spectacle of the Emperor Leopold, who dropped unseemly gestures and spoke nonsense while facing the Second Princess Estella. It made Ravian’s stomach churn, and gave him goosebumps
The First Princess who Emperor Leopold was overprotective of and had never revealed herself in public, but it was also evident that she didn’t need to.
No, he thought it was obvious.
“Huh…? What’s the condition then?”
As Nina looked at Ravian with an effort to appear nonchalant, her blue eyes blinked hesitantly.
Her appearance was like the bright summer sky, with a perfect appearance, including her flowing golden hair.
She was undoubtedly an exceptional beauty, but…
‘What’s up with him.’
Ravian unconsciously wrinkled his face a bit.
The person who kept coming to his mind right now wasn’t from either side of this child’s parents.
She was the child of his aunt, amusingly enough—or more precisely, the deceased aunt.
Anna Cerny, his childhood friend and prospective sister-in-law, who, had she lived, would have been Empress of the Sistanian Empire by now instead of Diana…….
It’s not extremely rare for a child to resemble a relative other than their parents.
In Ravian’s case, he strongly resembled his maternal grandfather when he was young, and thanks to that, he has been benefiting from many things until now.
Considering that Anna Cherny resembled the late Marquess Cherny, Nina had eventually ended up resembling her aunt. It wasn’t a particularly strange occurrence.
Nevertheless, the phenomenon of Anna’s overlapping appearance with the daughter of that cursed sister-in-law was both unpleasant and…
“Give me my ransom.”
…It was absurd.
At the loud, clamoring sound, Nina flinched slightly.
Soon after, Mercy’s beautiful hair emerged from behind the bar.
“Oh, sorry, sorry. My hand slipped, that’s all.”
“…What are you doing there?”
“Oh, just making a celebratory drink to commemorate the little princess and I becoming siblings.”
“What are your parents doing?”
“Let’s just say Dad is the Grand Duke of the North and Mom is a commoner.”
Keith, who found himself cast in the role of a mother against his will, didn’t offer any objections.
There was nothing to object to, given the circumstances.
‘Everyone is crazy.’
Whether it was the baby begging to be ransomed, Mercy rambling about congratulations, or the leader sitting there playing along, none of them seemed to be in their right minds.
Or maybe, Keith himself might not be in his right mind.
Yeah, perhaps the mentality of those with blue blood flowing through their veins was incomprehensible to commoners like him.
Keith decided to surrender to the docile nature ingrained in commoners.
Glancing at Smokey, who appeared to be in a similar state, he felt a sense of relief.
On the other hand, as Nina swallowed hard as she looked up at Ravian, who was sporting a sly smile.
The man in front of her was indeed the person she saw in her vision.
Beautiful red hair and sharp, piercing absinthe-colored eyes…
‘A foolish idiot. A liar.’
