The Happy Ending Love Story

The Empress Crown #5

"Yes!" Sofia shouted loudly. The goods in his hand scattered and his body suddenly slammed.

Brucks

Sofia restrains her body from touching the ground entirely with both hands.

Today Sofia is coming out on her own. He needs something urgent. So he was in a hurry to return. As he took a turn the street from the last store he had come to, he did not see if there was a horse carriage.

Sofia is surprised, she tries to dodge but because too suddenly, Sofia falls and the goods in her hand come off.

"Are you okay, Miss?" A voice sounded.

Sofia looked up. His gaze met with a formally dressed male figure. His black hair shone brightly in the sunlight with dark green eyeballs that looked indifferent. Under him, a nose is high and lips are closed. Even his jaw looked like a sculpture of a god. With his full appearance, the man bent down and extended his hand.

As bewitched, Sofia received that hand.

"Thank you." Sofia said.

He immediately picked up the colorful lace cloth and the paper he bought. The man helped her too. The paper was scattered on the ground. A little dirty from falling.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, sir. Sorry if I interrupted your trip. I'll watch my step." Sofia bowed to apologize.

"It's okay, you fell. Maybe you're hurt."

Even his voice was smooth and deep. Sofia nodded at the good looks of the person in front of her. He is the second handsome man Sofia has ever seen, besides Alex.

"I'm fine.ah sorry your hands are dirty."

Sofia looked at her dirty hand hit the ground and the man's hand in turn. He didn't bring a handkerchief. So Sofia used the tip of her robe to wipe that hand.

Surprised by his spontaneous actions. Sofia immediately took off her hand and backed off.

"I'm sorry for my sassness Mr."

Sofia doesn't know who her opponent is. Despite being young, the person in front of him was wearing formal attire with a large and luxurious horse carriage. His position must be high. Sofia doesn't want to get into trouble.

"It's okay, please use this to clean your hands."

Sofia gasps as a handkerchief is thrust in front of her.

"I'm fine." Sofia took one step back.

Although it could not be considered disrespectful for refusing people's gifts, Sofia remained steadfast.

"Where's your house? I'll drive you home."

"Yes? Ah no need sir. Please continue your journey."

"Take this to wipe your dirty hands."

"Thank you."

Sofia had to take that handkerchief. He had already refused once so it was impossible to reject him a second time.

"You work in Isatana?"

Sofia suddenly looked up to hear the word palace called.

"I'm sorry?"

"I saw the palace sign you brought."

"Ah yes." Sofia nodded slowly. "I'll wash this handkerchief. Where can I give it back to you?"

"No need, I'll take it."

"Yes?"

"What's your name?"

"I?" Sofia hesitated for a moment, not understanding. "I'm Sofia, Sofia Margaret." Instead of using her father's surname, Sofia chose her mother's last name. That way no one would know he was from a noble family.

Commoners tend to use common names. According to Sofia it is much better than a family name that is like a burden.

"Well we meet again Miss Margaret." The man waved then immediately got into the car. The train is missing on the road. Sofia is standing alone.

He turned and walked away. He must return to the palace immediately.

One week later, Sofia does not expect that she will meet again with the man at the fabric store.

"You.." Sofia gasped as her gaze collided.

"Oh hi Sofia." The man's cheerful voice broke. "We meet here again."

"What are you doing here?"

"Just look around, there's no special purpose. Oh yeah what are you doing here too?"

"I? I want to buy lace and some fabric."

"What kind of thing do you need? Can I help?"

"No. No need for Mr."

"Jordan. Call me Jordan." Jordan's smile is so bright.

"I'm sorry?"

"Let's be friends with Sofia. Our meeting is like fate, isn't it?"

"But it's not..."

"You refused?" The face of Jordan pias.

Sofia's eyes were perfectly rounded. He had only met Jordan twice, how could it be said to be fate. Since Jordan is a friendly person, Sofia sets her mind before agreeing. Who knows Jordan could help him to adjust life in the capital.

"Ah good. Let's befriend... Jordan." - Jordan." Sofia hesitated for a moment.

"Let's be good friends." Jordan pulls Sofia's hand and shakes it.

Sofia smiled faintly. Getting a friend suddenly still made him distrustful. But Jordan seems like a good guy. So Sofia decides to trust Jordan.

"Because I didn't know we'd meet here so I didn't bring your handkerchief. When do you plan to come here again? I'll definitely bring it next time, I've washed it."

"Want to see me again?"

Sofia nodded slowly.

"When are you planning on going out again?"

"If I need something, but it's not necessarily the day."

"Oh so." Jordan stroked his chin. "If you're planning on going out next time, send me a letter."

"Yes?" Sofia almost choked.

"With friends is it not natural to send letters to each other?"

"How is it?"

For distribution of mail a courier is required. Couriers are usually deliberately paid specifically to deliver mail. But Sofia has no courier.

"I'll send a courier to the palace, you can leave your letter to him at any time."

"But..." Sofia thought for a moment. "I went in and out through the back door. It might be hard."

"There's not going to be anything difficult. Tomorrow I will send a letter with a courier around noon. Wait there."

Sofia blinked her eyelids. I don't believe anything Jordan said. Everything is too unreal.

"Sophyia?" Jordan's voice touched Sofia's ears and spread her daydream.

"Ah good." Sofia nodded then smiled knotfully.

Jordan who doesn't know where he's coming from is very nice to him. Jordan was his first friend. Sofia's heart warms. Can she accept this kindness, Sofia is only afraid that everything is a dream. Meeting Jordan was never in his dreams. Sofia hesitated and was also firm at the same time.

But Jordan's voice continued to crack the theory in his head. That everything is real.

Jordan Hexalios's. Get off the train and enter the mansion. His hands were full of colorful cloths. The servants waiting for him in front of the door gasped. It was not usual for his master to come home in such circumstances.

"You can each take it. Do what you want." Jordan handed the cloths over to his servants.

As fast as lightning Jordan climbed the stairs and disappeared across the intersection into his room.

The servants were still petrified on the spot.

"Sir White what happened to His Majesty?" The butler blocked the path of the escort knight Jordan.

"Let's know, Your Majesty went inside the cloth shop himself. Then coming out with a Lady, I don't know which family. His face looked foreign."

"Lady?" Not only the butler, the few servants still left behind were also shocked.

Sir White nodded.

"Very pretty. His silver hair and blue eyes were dazzling. Despite wearing simple clothes, her beauty radiated in the sun." Sir White explained enthusiastically.

"Geez!" The sound of small screams echoed throughout the first floor of the mansion.

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