The Second Life's

XLIII - The Surprising Discovery

“Send him to go!” the Queen shouted from inside her room.

I just stayed in the doorway while looking at the Queen who was now putting on a face that was far from friendly. Chloe lowered her head while looking trembling. I kind of feel sorry for him.

Jack remained silent and did not shift a bit from where he stood. “Your Majesty the Queen, I hope you accept this visit as this is a direct request from His Highness the Crown Prince.”

The Queen would not give up. “Please let us make that visit. You can take the lady carrier away,” he told Jack.

“Alright if it wants Her Majesty the Queen, we will leave here,” I said while looking down. “May Her Majesty the Queen be blessed Goddess of Virtue.”

The Chief Servant of the Empire turned out to be beside the Queen. Maybe the Queen told the Chief Servant to stay nearby when I came. I don't care about the Queen's view of me breezing away without waiting for her response.

Jack and Chloe followed me from behind, and then I thought of one thing. What if I visit Idris so he thinks I'm paying attention to him?

“Jack, is the Crown Prince in his study?” I asked Jack.

“Yes, Miss Winston. If Miss wants to visit Her Highness the Crown Prince, I beg you to undo the intention of that Miss. His Majesty is not wanting to be disturbed by anyone,” replied Jack.

“Include me?”

“Yes, Miss Winston. Including you.”

I didn't care and walked towards Idris' office with long strides. I'll see a little bit .. what Idris did. If I had the attitude I had in the past, I would have gone straight home as Jack and Idris wanted. But my heart says to keep going to see Idris.

My arm was held by Jack violently. I glared and tried to take my arm off her.

“Supply once you!” angry bentakku. “Although I am only a son of the Viscount, I am still a noble and also the future wife of the Crown Prince. You can't just haphazardly hold me!”

Jack put on a face that didn't care. From the beginning, we were not suitable. And Jack is the right-hand man of Idris's trust. He seems to be a big head.

“Let me take Miss to the train,” said Jack who had already let go of my arm.

“No. I told you I'd still see the Crown Prince,” I said keukeh. I walked again and now Jack isn't holding me back. She shut up and followed me from behind with Chloe.

My heart was pounding when I was in front of Idris's office. What is this feeling? Is there something bad inside?

“There is still a chance for Miss Winston to leave now,” said the mysterious Jack.

“What do you mean?” many confused.

Jack shut up and I decided to open the door.

Cleks!

Gee. Is this something Jack wants to hide? This is so fucked. What is the meaning of the bucket of roses given by Idris? Or is it not actually from Idris?

Except for Rose?

“Charlotte?” Idris was surprised to see me catch her wet with Rose who was then wriggling spoiled on her own shoulder. Idris stood up and distanced himself from Rose. He approached me. “Charlotte ..., what are you doing here?”

Why was I so stupid? Why would I trust a shameless man like him?

I choose to smile. “Sorry to bother you, Idris. Don't blame Jack for forcing me to see you after my visit with His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Queen.”

Idris put his hand on my shoulder. “What you see now is not what you thought. Please believe me,” said Idris.

“Oh, you mean you and that seductress?” ask me out loud. “I don't have a problem with that Idris. As an Emperor candidate, having more than one woman is a natural thing, right?”

I also bowed to greet him. “Because I'm here just want to see you for a moment, then I go home first.”

“Oh, thank you for the rose bucket you sent me. I like it so much,” I said again.

“Bucket rose?” Idris didn't seem to give it. So it's true Rose wanted to repay me for the gift I gave her from Idris for me last time.

“Already. Forget it, Idris. I'm sorry.”

I turned around and left Idris. As expected, I was not pursued by him. Yes, from the beginning the figure that I thought was my soul mate had secretly kept another woman in his heart. If I'm still the same as I used to be, what do I do?

Saddened? Getting angry? Or maybe stoic? Hm, it's all stupid.

“Nona Winston,” Call Jack.

I looked back. “What's up?”

“I've warned you,” said Jack. He then thrust a handkerchief out of the pocket of his suit. “Please take this. Miss Winston may need it.”

Is Jack like this?

I took the handkerchief and smiled. “Alright, Jack. I'll return it after washing it later. Thank you.”

I got into the train with Chloe. I gave Chloe that handkerchief and looked out the window. Drowning in my own daydream while accompanied by a view of the reddened afternoon sky.

Chloe's kulirik is looking at me. Looks like he's from here to talk about something.

“Speak, Chloe. Don't keep it in your heart,” I told him.

“Nona Winston, it doesn't matter if Miss is crying here,” said Chloe plainly. “I'll keep it a secret.”

I laugh. “Thank you for comforting me, Chloe. But I'm fine. His Highness the Crown Prince has the right to be happy with anyone as long as he keeps choosing me as his Queen.” Yes, at least he can be happy even in a short time. “For dinner later, please cook my favorite food.”

Chloe nodded. “Alright, Miss Winston.”

At least I still have Lucas where I lean. Goddess, is it okay for me to lean on her right now? I'm afraid to be disappointed the second time now.

My feelings for Lucas are actually very serious.

***

“Say Mother, we can't play anymore,” said a boy I seem to recognize. “Mother says that your mother is a wicked witch.”

I saw myself in the form of a child in front of the child. “Ibook is not a bad witch!” I said.

“Not? Then my mother lied?”

I'm nodding. “It is true, if it were not for my Mother ..., you and also His Majesty the Emperor already ..”

I woke up from that strange dream. The first thing I saw was Chloe bringing me tea and breakfast to my room.

“Good morning, Miss Winston. Is your sleep good?” ask Chloe.

I got out of bed and put on a smile for her. “Yes, Chloe. I slept very well.”

I enjoyed the breakfast that Chloe had brought me while trying to forget the strange dream.