When
she returned to her room, eight ladies-In-waiting were waiting. (Zuben: Haha!
Google translated it as ‘eight cocks were waiting’. I wondered if I had stepped
into the wrong novel. ROFL)
They
were there to get her dressed for the meeting (Zuben: Didn’t Leandroth go to
the meeting earlier or did I do something wrong? No I didn't. I went back to
check. I've decided the two meetings are different ¬.¬)
She
really only needed six people to get dressed. The others were to keep them
company, make tea and conversation. (Zuben: Six people is still a lot but hey...)
Their
aim was to transform her into a gleaming princess.
They
put on a corset that made her look slimmer and pushed her breasts up so they looked fuller. They brushed her hair
till it gleamed and pulled it into a bun at the side of her head with decorative ties.
Her
dress was pink; it was fitted round the bodice displaying her chest and from
her waist fell down to the floor in a gentle flare with a little train, a cape
of lace was fitted over her shoulders. Jewellery was managed by the ladies in
waiting, and she was given a necklace with row after row of gleaming pearls to
put on, with matching earrings and bracelet.
In
the mirror, she thought she was looking at a different person; she looked
slimmer than usual and her breasts were bigger.
They
turned her face into an artist canvas as they applied make-up. They applied
eye-shadow, blush and lipstick. Then her face was dusted with a translucent
powder.
‘Have
you performed surgery without me knowing?’ she turned to ask Agatha, the lead
of her maid team. (Zuben: Have you transmigrated without me knowing?) Agatha
was a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed woman. She felt like a fraud, looking at
herself in the mirror.
‘This is the true face of the Empress; I have
just improved upon it.’ She said.
Won’t
people be disappointed when they saw her real face after this?
There
was a discreet knock on the door and permission to enter was requested.
‘The
emperor’s here,’ the ladies cried in unison.
‘He
can come in,’ she answered vaguely staring at herself in the mirror. Leandroth
came into view, his eyes widening at the sight of her.
‘…Exquisite,’
he said
‘It’s
almost like magic; magic and genjutsu than make-up.’ She replied mockingly. If
she stood next to him like this, she wondered if they would look nice together.
She still couldn’t be self confident.
‘Because
you are usually hiding. You look very seductive. I can’t stop wanting to touch
you,’ he said as he prodded the skin on display,
‘Oh!
My finger sinks.’
She
batted his hand away,
‘Ow,’
‘You
are expectedly quick.’ He said blowing on his hand.
‘Ah~
Sorry,’
He
laughed, ‘No need to apologise, I was being naughty.’
She
smiled back at him, relaxing. He returned the smile as he walked around her,
his gaze licking her from top to toe. He looked like he wanted to eat her.
‘You
do look beautiful, but I think that I refer the usual cute Matilda,’ he said as
he put his arm around her waist and drew her closer.
‘Your
Majesty, please refrain. I don’t want to ruin the lipstick till after the
meeting is over.’
‘Very
well,’ he replied mildly petulant.
‘Reply
once more with conviction!’
‘Yes!’
Agatha
giggled at their interaction; it was like a teacher and student.
Leandroth
turned to her, ‘Can I take Matilda now?’
‘Yes,
sorry to have kept you waiting.’
The
ladies-in-waiting and the maids bowed.
‘Empress,
may I take your hand?’ he asked holding his arm out to her.
‘I
am still only your fiancée.’ She replied sharply, carelessly.
‘For
now, but there is no going back. You will not escape so just give up.’ He
replied with laughter.
The
people watching them were smiling warmly.
‘…Yes.’
She replied shyly
‘You’re
embarrassed, it’s cute.’
He
held her hand up to his lips and kissed her fingers. Her face got warm.
‘Well,
let’s go fighting without swords.’
Leandroth
tucked her arm in his and pulled her along.
‘Is
it your first campaign? You’ve lost in the first salvo.’ He said
‘I’m…sorry.’
He
laughed, ‘I’m only teasing. You don’t have to apologise so seriously.’
As
they walked one, she noticed they were surrounded by more knights, guards and
maids than usual. They seemed to be on the way to the hall were the morning
assembly was usually held.
‘It’s
the first time we are working together. Well, maybe not really the first time.’
‘Don’t
talk about such things when other people are around.’ She said, her face was
warm, she wanted to run back to her room.
Leandroth
looked at Matilda, ‘I’m sorry, you’re so pretty when you blush I can’t help
myself.’
‘Isn’t
it contradictory to want to bully someone because they are cute?’
‘It
is childish, but I don’t think it is contradictory. Like when I think your
crying face is cute; it may be unpleasant to you but it is both to me. It’s a
boy thing after all.’
‘It
is contradictory after all. Aren’t boys being too impudent?’
He
sighed dramatically, ‘How terrible, you’re already scolding your future child.’
(Zuben sighs dramatically; I want to finish this book quickly. I’m losing faith
in my brain the more I do it.)
Matilda
laughed, it was obvious he was joking. (Zuben: I worry for your past Mattie!)
‘Would
you prefer I be gentle or I make you laugh?’
‘I
think…’ She came to a realisation, as she blushed.
‘You
realise it now, don’t you?’
‘You’re
terrible...’
She
cared for Leandroth. He was so kind and forgiving, even when she did or said
something annoying, he laughed and forgave her. But she still felt she should
not be presumptuous based on this.
‘Oh.
Honest.’ He said as he tightened his hold on her.
She
felt his muscles contract; they were firm and sure underneath her fingers.
Did
he realise how she felt? He’d probably want to know, but now was not the time.
She would be too embarrassed and would run away.
‘We’re
here.’ He announced as they came up to double doors.
Today,
they would embark on something, hopefully, great together.
⚔
Inside
the hall, most of the attendees had arrived and were seated.
Leandroth
led Matilda into the room towards their seats, but he stopped as something
ahead arrested his gaze. Matilda followed his eyes to see an older man entering
the hall,
‘That
is the Marquis Bellmud, the Prime Minister.’ He whispered to her.
So
this is the person Leandroth revered and admired so much. Matilda caught his
eyes, and she smiled at him. But the Marquis stood shock still and then
collapsed onto the floor.
‘Grandfather!’
Leandroth called as they ran toward the fallen man,
There
was a man behind the Marquis when he collapsed. The man bent low intending to
touch Bellmud,
‘Don’t
touch him!’ Matilda called out. She picked up her skirts and ran unencumbered
to the Marquis.
Leandroth
was pale from shock,
‘Call
a doctor, the Prime Minister has collapsed. And get a stretcher; we will take
the Marquis to the nearest quiet room.’
‘Let him rest here as he is. He does not appear to
have hurt is head during the fall, but there is an ankle sprain. I have
prepared a poultice for it.’ The doctor said as he washed his hands, ‘He might
have a fever, as well. It seems he’s been weakening for a long time. When he is
somewhat better, he should come and see me in hospital.’
He looked on his patient once more before turning to Matilda,
‘Is your highness the Princess looking after the
patient?’
Matilda nodded.
The doctor who was an older man with hair that was
either silver or grey, Matilda could not discern, looked at her in disdain.
(Zuben: What is with all these rude people?)
‘Really poor quality. There is no excuse but, you need
to change your hair style. You are causing the patient distress,’
‘Huh?’ (Zuben: Wait…what now?)
The doctor looked coldly at her.
‘My hairstyle?’
‘That hairstyle is one that the Marquis’ daughter, the
former Empress Orlatta, favoured. Although her hair colour was closer to gold.’
The doctor said coldly (Zuben: And?)
Matilda frowned, ‘Hah?’
‘You’re not a good person.’ The doctor’s expression of
contempt hurt her. (Zuben: Where is Leandroth in all this?)
‘The Prime Minister said looking at you makes him feel
sick.’
Matilda undid her hair in a panic. She did not
understand what was going on here.
‘Princess, if you would please leave the room. Please
get rid of the gold dust. With that I will take my leave. I will visit the
patient later.’
With that the doctor left. Matilda gazed at the
departing man in a confused daze.
‘When did the former Empress die?’
‘About six months ago.’ A trembling voice replied, ‘He
lost his wife, my grandmother, Lady Kagata, ten years ago. His is still
grieving.’
A lady in waiting answered quietly.
‘How did the Empress die?’
‘She fell down the stairs. She had been looking
forward to the Emperor Leandroth’s marriage.’
‘It was the Marquis and I who saw her last. Her final
words were “Father, I am sorry”’
‘You’ve lost weight,’ a voice said quietly from behind
them.
Leandroth looked down at the resting Marquis with what
seemed like pity.
‘What of the meeting?’
‘The governors and parliament are fighting each other,
it is rather tiresome. Like children in a slap fight. I have instructed them to
back and think of their points and reconvene.’
‘I see.’
He turned to the ladies in waiting and maids, ‘I’m
sorry, but can I get a comb from one of you. And if you would give us some
privacy.’
One of the maids handed him a comb and they quietly
left the room.
Leandroth pulled a chair near the bed that the Marquis
rested and sat Matilda down on it.
He began to comb Matilda’s hair,
‘What do you think happened?’
‘This? It’s difficult to say.’ He smiled as he
continued brushing Matilda’s hair.
‘Perhaps, it is poison?’
‘You think?’ Leandroth asked darkly.
‘Were you not informed that that ill –natured doctor
has no consideration for women?’He said as he began to tie hair. She wanted to
laugh,
That man with snake like eyes,
‘Who was that man who was close behind the Marquis
when he fell?’
‘That strange suspicious looking man?’
‘Yes…’
‘The Earl Pikers; it is the first time you’ve met him
and you know that he’s suspicious.’
‘He has eyes like a serpent. Although it seems rude to snakes,’ she said quietly. Leandroth barked out a laugh.
‘It is unusual for people to suspicious of Pikers.
Most are deceived by his golden appearance?’
‘Golden apprearance…?’
‘Hair like the sun, eyes like the distant oceans,
voice like a chocolate…’
‘People think that?’
To be honest she did not see this.
‘Was he that beautiful?’
‘People are only concerned about the beauty on the
surface.’
She tilted her head trying to remember but realised
she couldn’t Leandroth was still playing with her hair.
‘I was rather worried when he was standing close to
you,’ Leandroth said
‘Hmm…’ A groan came from the sleeping Marquis Bellmud.
He moved his head, his eyes opened slightly and he noticed Leandroth was beside
him.
Zuben: Drama for drama sake.
Poison?? Interesting , very interesting
ReplyDeleteThank you for your hard work love the commentary. I can understand wanting to finish this book for as it stand I have no faith the author had an actual plot going.
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