Married To The Enemy Kingdom's Illegitimate Prince-Chapter 45 — A Letter

Once Cynthia reached her room, she closed the doors behind her.

She excitedly opened the letter after sitting comfortably in a chair. She had never received a letter from Alistair in her past life, so she was completely surprised and happy. She couldn’t wait to read what her brother had written to her.

Without further delay, she began reading.

[Dear Cynthia,

I apologize for leaving without being able to properly bid you farewell. I hope you aren’t upset.

I miss you every day, and your absence creates a great emptiness in Eldoria. The weather is changing in the south, so I hope you are eating well to maintain good health.]

Cynthia paused, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"It seems he is being the worried older brother as always," she whispered before continuing.

[As king, I hold the responsibility for the kingdom, which needs an heir. The nobles keep sending marriage proposals nonstop, and as king, I need to choose my queen wisely. I’ve chosen Saya Ramsel, Duke Ramsel’s daughter. You know her well, don’t you? You played with her often when you were younger. I think she is well-suited to be the queen of Eldoria.

The engagement has already taken place. It seems the Duke was in a hurry—so was I. You barely had time to settle in Selvarys, and yet I’m troubling you with this; however, please attend my wedding. Without you, it would be meaningless.

Please dress warmly when you come to my wedding in December, in five months. It gets chilly, and I hope you don’t forget your kingdom. Eldoria was, is, and always will be your home, my beloved sister.

Yours truly, Alistair.]

For a moment, Cynthia froze, then she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Marry... Saya Ramsel?" she muttered, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the letter she had just read.

That hadn’t happened in her past life.

In her past life, Alistair had married not Duke Ramsel’s daughter but a distant relative of Duke Dorian.

The queen of Eldoria had been a foolish lady who spent most of the royal family’s wealth on her extravagant lifestyle, causing Alistair to endure hardships a few years after Cynthia’s marriage in Selvarys.

"Saya Ramsel," Cynthia repeated the name, trying to recall the faint memories lingering in her mind.

She had long dark blue hair like midnight and a pair of amber eyes, similar to gold. Even at a young age, she was complimented a lot because of her appearance however, it was mostly due to her resemblance to the queen, Saya’s aunt and Cynthia’s late mother.

As Cynthia tried to put aside the fact that she was Duke Ramsel’s daughter, she would indeed make a great queen. She was a composed young lady who had basic knowledge unlike some spoiled noble ladies.

"But... will it really be alright? What if the duke..." the silver haired young woman sighed as she sank into the chair beside her, shaking her head.

She shouldn’t be pessimistic.

"I should tell him to be careful," she told herself, turning to face her desk.

She placed the few plain and neatly placed papers on the table before her, straightening her posture. Then, she grabbed the quill and dipped it into the dark ink, and began scribbling.

A moment later, she paused, reread her letter only to crumpe the paper into a ball and put it beside her.

This continued repeatedly until she managed to write down the letter she wanted.

With a faint smile, she folded the paper and put it inside an envelope, putting on the golden seal to close it.

She clapped her hand twice and one of the guards near her bedroom entered the hall.

He bowed, greeting the grand duchess.

"Have you called, Your Highness?"

"Yes," with a thud, she rose from her seat and walked toward the armoured man.

"How may I help you?" He demanded, lifting his upper body which caused Cynthia to scoff.

He was pretending to be obedient yet he merely demonstrated disrespect. He didn’t want until she had told him to rise and acted as per his wish. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Untrustworthy.

She thought, shaking her head, putting her hand holding the envelope behind her, hiding it.

"Did the other guard escort Hans safely outside of the mansion?" She demanded with a grin.

"He did," the guard replied.

"Alright you can leave. Also, call Anni for me. I need some help with my dress."

With a brief nod, the guard left the hall, leaving Cynthia to sneeker.

Everyone in this mansion was constantly faking their respect towards her due to the rumours for fear Cynthia was truthfully as harsh as the gossip among the nobles. But they ignored that the person in question was the one who had spread such words about herself to make sure everyone would fear her.

"You did say to rule over someone, you need to implant fear inside them," Cynthia chuckled. "Right, King Valerian?"

"Your Highness, have you called for me? I rushed here as soon as I could when I heard you needed assistance with your dress," a panting Anni spoke, barely able to breathe between her words.

"Take a deep breath first," Cynthia chuckled. "And take a seat," she gestured toward the couch behind her.

"H-how could I?" Anni stammered, equally surprised and confused.

"Will you refuse my good intentions, Anni?"

"N-No, Your Highness... it is just... I’m a mere commoner... how dare I?"

"Listen to me," Cynthia’s soft voice shifted to sharper once, causing Anni to flinch.

Once the brown-haired girl looked at the young lady before her, although scared, she didn’t notice any sign of danger, hence she listened and took a seat on the couch.

Once the maid had caught her breath, Cynthia parted her lips.

"I need you to do me a favour."

"O-of course! What can I do for you?"

"I need you to deliver this letter."

Confused, Anni tilted her head to the side.

It was a rather strange request. This wasn’t part of a personal maid’s work list. The guards, the butler or head maid were the ones who were allowed to enter the east wing as it had several different chambers, reserved for different purposes. Among those halls, one was reserved for the magician of the mansion, who was rarely present. He was in charge of delivering letters, receiving them and sometimes, if the knights were heavily injured, he would use healing spells to help them.

"But..."

"Do you need the seal?"

Anni flinched, shocked. How did the grand duchess know about the thought that had just crossed her mind?

She wasn’t supposed to know about the seal. No one was supposed to have told her yet. After all, it was a matter of safety to not let outsiders—

Anni gasped at her own thoughts. She had just subconsciously thought of the grand duchess as an outsider!

She bit her lips nervously, for fear her thoughts were truly being heard by Cynthia.

"I’ll give you the seal. You just need to place this letter on the magician’s desk along with the other letters. Make sure it’s at the bottom," Cynthia instructed, handing over the piece of envelope with a smile.

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