She Was Sent by God

a letter to your mother.

How is the climate in the West? I heard from Einte that even the winters in the West are mild with little snow.
But I’m not sure if the warm weather is very suitable for you and your temper.
I hope Duke Alpharde is understanding towards your moodiness.

If not, let me know.
I know dozens of ways to enlarge other people’s schemes.
(3)

If you need anything, don’t hesitate to write to me.
You must be upset over being sent to the countryside.

It felt strange not seeing the lamps in your palace lit up, so I decided to write you a few words.

Chavolti Erducci.]

If one used a magnifying glass, one could also make out the words written in fine letters that said ‘with love’.

Even without seeing him, she knew what kind of face he’d made when he wrote the letter.

Agnes chuckled after reading it.

“Shall I bring paper?”

Ney seemed more merry now than compared to when she’d received more than six thick letters of regards from her mother.

Agnes slowly blinked.
She thought of her older brother.

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“Do so.”

In the past, she’d ignored this letter.
At the time, she’d been overwhelmed with fears she couldn’t understand.

Her only wish had been that she wouldn’t be seen as an bother in Sebastian’s eyes.
And so she’d pretended to not notice the letters from Chavolti or her mother, the queen.

She’d thought that that was the only way to live.

“I have returned with the paper.
Milady.”

Ney was so excited that she’d immediately brought back paper and pen.

When she grabbed the pen, a sense of longing filled her up.

She can’t even remember when she’d last seen him.

[I’ll write a letter to mother.
I’m doing well, so don’t worry.]

However, when she wrote down the unfamiliar words about missing them, the hair rose on her arms.
In the end, she settled on writing a couple of words in her usual, indifferent tone.

“Send this tomorrow morning and bring me some clothes to wear to the banquet.”

A handful of maids brought in several dresses hastily and placed them in front of Agnes.

“That’s a bad color.
Take it out.”

Agnes inspected the clothes carefully.

“Milady? Is this not your favorite dress?”

“It’s too childish.”

“Who would dare to say that milady is childish?”

Agnes couldn’t say anything in response to the half-amused Ney

She couldn’t say that her husband done exactly that.

“Pick out the shoes with high heels and bring them in.”

“Did milady not hate high heels since they were painful?”

Again, Agnes remained silent.

As a total of three maids helped with arraying and dressing the clothes and accessories, the preparations were finished quickly.

Since she’d rarely worn the jewelry she’d brought with her; she handed the majority of them over to Niall.
For tonight, she’s wearing the pearl necklace and bracelet that she’d inherited from the queen, complementing the look.

“Beautiful.”

Nay grinned and smoothed out the wrinkles on the princess’s dress.

Agnes glanced at the woman in the mirror.
The makeup was also more elaborate than usual.

However you looked at her, she looked like a mature lady.
Agnes looked over herself satisfactorily.

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It wasn’t long before Laslo knocked on the door.

“Oh.”

As soon as he saw Agnes, he let out a short exclamation.

Agnes straightened her chest and expected a compliment from him.

“You look a little taller than a few days ago, Princess?”

What?

Agnes was speechless.
The same was true for the maids who also were there.

“It’s must be a growth spurt.
After all, you’re growing so fast.”

Someone pointed out that it was because of the shoes, not because of that, but swiftly closed their mouth again.

“…… let’s just go.”

The dense Laslo kept on giving ridiculous consolations without realising it.
Agnes blushed redder as his words lingered in the air.

The banquet hall that was located in the heart of the castle grew noisier as they got closer to its entrance.

There was alcohol, food and the music was already in full swing.

As she stood in front of the door, Agnes calmed her blushing face and took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to be nervous.” Laslo said, glancing down.

“But I’m nervous.” Agnes answered frankly.

It wasn’t her first meeting with the vassals, but her heart was pounding.
Unfortunately, it was not because of excitement.

“Isn’t there half a dozen men in there who hate me?”

“Who?” He asked back.

It really seems like he was unaware.

She could point out every vassal who had looked at her with eyes full of disdain.

– I can’t believe a princess like that came here, tch.
I’d rather it be an heiress from a wealthy family.

– So, the dowry is a carriage? You’re getting married to a duke, and you think that’s plausible?

– I thought we were supposed to keep out of Prince Sebastian’ sight? Why on earth did the lord accept such a princess?

Lila’s notes:

1. (^) I do not know what place Eshtar is.

2. (^) I’ve decided to change Arpad to Alpharde(pronounced with a British accent ofc), cause it sounds so much bett-uh mate.
I’m too lazy to change the previous chapter huhu

3. (^) I would guess this means he knows how scheming works.
Weird phrasing in english though