“Ouch!” Celia had poked herself with the needle several times now. She had never learned to embroider, but as long as she was locked in her room, her options were limited. But due to her inexperience her handkerchief looked very messy. “What is that supposed to represent?” Lora asked as she looked over her shoulders skeptically. “Flowers,” Celia admitted, embarrassed. …

Baron Merton had listened attentively to the conversation between the Grand Duke and the young Lady Fleuret. It seemed like a miracle that he hadn’t killed anyone, especially after waiting so long. Oddly enough, he was quite friendly. However, it had already surprised him that he was so interested in this proposal. To make the effort and show up in …

By the time he headed for the Fleuret mansion, Alek had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going to happen. He had definitely not expected that he would have to wait 3 hours. He would have loved to order this arrogant maid to call her mistress immediately. Instead, she had scolded him since he didn’t send a notice of …

“Lady Celia, you should get up,” Celia heard her maid say. “Not yet, I want to sleep a little bit longer today.” “… are you sure?”, came the skeptical answer. “Yes, Father wants me to stay in my room anyway,” she mumbled, slightly drunk with sleep. She had written to the Grand Duke five days ago. But no answer had …

When Lora came back into the room, she waved to her maid with a broad grin. “As I can see you have completely lost your mind. When I left the room you were close to tears and now you’re grinning like a little child at Christmas.” Celia was far too happy to care about this comment, and after all, she …

“Phew! That was nice,” Celia exclaimed with a satisfied smile, while she wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief. Lora, on the other hand, seemed less enthusiastic. Puffing, she sat down on a bench and just rolled her eyes. “Why can’t you embroider or read like other young women?” Smiling, she also wiped the sweat off her maid. …

Okay, let’s scratch that part with the correct path and getting used to outer appearances. Her father really wanted her to choose the prince at all costs. And this man was good at what he was doing. She took a sip of tea and rubbed her temple. Celia still carried her night robe. When Lora had woken her that morning, she …

(* Slap *)  The resounding sound of a slap rang out in the room. After that it was quiet for a short time, till an angry voice broke the silence. “You ungrateful brat! Who do you think you are? That marriage would have brought us fame and prestige!” “I’m sorry, Father.” That was all Celia said. She knew that he …