Chapter 3
However, I never expected His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would go so far as to call off the engagement. And impregnated…well, is that too strong a term? She didn’t know they were in such a relationship.
“What an idiot,” I think to myself.
Even though he’s her own son, how could he overturn the decision of the “Red Queen”?
However, Sarasa, no matter how rare she is, was originally a commoner. She must have been adopted by the earl’s family after being discovered as a saint. In that case, the issue of her family status may be clear.
Secondly, she had almost no education in this world. Considering her common sense, there’s no way she could have thought of making him her fiancé right now.
A crown princess requires language skills, education in etiquette, social skills, and knowledge of other countries’ histories… It’s endless, but are you going to acquire these skills now, probably around 18 or so? Moreover, she’s pregnant.
Moreover, the country’s state religion requires women to be chaste when they get married. Royal marriages even display bloodstained sheets from the first night reverently the next morning.
However, even that is being overturned.
That saint is probably protected by the church, but I wonder how far she’ll go to protect Sarasa, who is defying that doctrine.
“If there was such determination to break off the engagement, I would be impressed by true love.”
“The crown prince of this country is an idiot.”
Does Sarasa, who relied on him and offered herself as his fiancée, even know what the situation is?
Without consulting the queen, he arbitrarily broke off the engagement she had arranged in her absence. Few acts are as horrifying as this. I’m sure Her Highness the Crown Prince won’t be satisfied with just her, and Sarasa will also be the target of her anger.
It’s strange. She has a wealth of knowledge and practical ability, and has a fierce personality, earning her the nickname “Red Queen”. She felt dizzy at the way her son was casually following the trends of the common people.
I’m sure Her Majesty the Queen will be furious. I wonder if she doesn’t even know, despite being a relative. No, because he’s her son, she’s complacent in that position?
“Now, what should we do?” I ponder.
I took his word for it. Next is to organize my mind.
When I was ten years old, I tried my best to fall in love with Prince Cain, who was appointed as my fiancé. It gradually colored my thoughts, and I began to fall in love with him.
Now that his change of heart is definitive, I’m honestly heartbroken. I’m trying to hold back because of my pride as an aristocratic daughter, but I feel like I want to break down and cry right now. Even if love is designed to make you fall in love, it still hurts when it ends.
Despite this, His Highness and Sarasa on the stage were flirting and playing around with each other, ignoring my broken heart.
I bit my lip when I saw that. Were there tears in her eyes? My vision of them is becoming blurred. Furthermore, I lost the strength to support my body and ended up sitting directly on the floor.
My emotions must have finally caught up with my mind and body, which had been frozen in place due to the abnormal situation.
“I want to cry. It’s painful, I want to run away. Someone tell me this isn’t reality, it’s a dream.”
But no one who looked at me from afar could help me. They’re unable to decide who will become the next Crown Princess. I definitely want to support the person who will become the Crown Princess. Until then, we’ll wait and see. That’s what aristocrats do.
The people here are the heirs and daughters of that noble family.
I bit my lip and clenched my fists.
“Now, what should we do?”
I looked around, but I couldn’t find anyone who seemed to be on my side.
“Should I leave here for now and report the situation to Father?”
This is no time to cry. I have to tell my father first.
Only then will I be able to clear my head.