|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
Of all the things that I was somehow expecting to happen, hearing from Queen Isabel that she wanted to be friends with me is still a shock to me.
“I think you’re the youngest noble as of now,” I quickly turned to Queen Isabel after hearing that.
“Pardon, your highness?”
She stopped in her tracks and faced me. I did the same.
“You’re the youngest noble I know as of now. That’s why most of the noble equal to your title was arrogant and conceited that they don’t even want to get near and talk to you,” she explained. I grimaced when I realized what she was saying. Then we continued walking on our tracks.
“Well, I understand their concern. What could a twenty-one-year-old countess possibly do for her hometown and society, right?”
I gritted my teeth and
