Chapter 4
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"Oh my, Prince! What shall I do if you were not here?" then she cries and put her fist in her chest, as if truly hurting, then the man whom she called a prince came to her, hold her hand and with teary eyed, "I told you I will come to save you, no matter what!"
Then the two stand up and kisses, the crowd clapped at the amazing scene.
"Bravo! Bravo!"
"Magnificent!"
"The opera live up to it's name!"
The audience cheered but Laria's face remained stoic, and the prince beside her laughed.
"What do you think of becoming my Empress, Laria?" the prince grinned and look at Laria, beside him. Laria was uncomfortable beside the Crown Prince, Darius Hernaioux Eternal II.
"No, Your Majesty,"she firmly said and stand up, with all due respect she bowed and said, "Thank you for the wonderful time. I shall be going now, Your Majesty," she politely said when Prince Darius hold her arms, and smile at her.
"Is it because of Prince Hadean?" Laria skipped her breath at the sudden question of him.
"What?!" she exclaimed at the absurd words of the Prince. Prince Hadean is a prince of the neighboring Empire, and he visited the castle for peace treaty several times.
Recalling the past, Prince is the Representative of West Kingdom and after the North Continent declared a war, he has been working hard to reunite and gather forces. As much as possible, he wanted to resolve it without bloodshed. But as if that will happen.
On the other hand, Prince Darius does not like his ways. They are complete opposite. If Prince Hadean wanted peace, and a wise leader, Prince Darius is a greedy one. But there is no other competent successor than him, if Prince Kaizer and Princess Monica were to inherit the throne, we will be easily became the slave of other Empire. That leaves princess Kylie, the one she supports now.
""Do you still like him?" Prince Darius asked and Laria laughed.
"That is none of your business, Your Majesty," she glared at him and he just shrugged it off. He stand up too and hold Laria in the waist.
"Just so you know, Laria, you do not have a choice," he smirked and put the fallen her beside her ear, "See you next week," then the Prince walked out. Laria was left in awe. She is mad, extremely mad.
'I don't have a choice? ha!' she closed her fist. 'You and my father does not have the right to dictate what I do in my life!'
After that incident, Laria worked hard in her research for the upcoming competition. She is researching about how the carriage will work without using the horse.
"We need something that will make the wheels move," she was observing her equipment when suddenly, the door opened.
"Lady Laria, this is an emergency!" the maid from her residence personally delivered her a letter. "Consort Pamela will be promoted as the Marchioness!" as if blood drained from her face, she grabbed the letter for the banquet.
"His Grace told us not to tell you, but we cannot absolutely let that happen!" the maid cried, "Your mother was a very good person, to think that will she will be replaced by some wench!" the maid cried out.
"What about my sisters? where are they?" she asked.
"They are searching for them because they miracously dissapeared--"
"What?! You shoulve told me earlier! They are more important," she stand up and walk out of the room, running towards the Mansion.
When she arrived at the mansion and see the mocking face of Consort Pamela, she just ignored her and continue walking in the stairs.
"You dare ignore me!" Consort shouted but she just glare at her, and for some reason, the consort was taken aback by her reaction.
Her pupil shows that she is ready to kill anyone who gets in her way. Consort Pamela feel a danger, and could not speak. The butler beside her just sighed, and can see that the Princess is really angry this time.
"Where are my sisters?!" she shouted at the maids while looking at their rooms. Their clothes are still intact. She knows that Consort Pamela becoming the Marchioness is like replacing their late mother, and they could not accept someone like her to replace her.
The maids cannot answer her so her deadly glare filled the room. She run off the garden and could not find them. She felt uneasy. What if the Consort had done something to them?
If she lost them, then all of the things she's been doing is useless. The maids are so scared of her now. They never see Lady Laria lost her composure over something.
She and the maids in her back walk towards the dining room, where the Marquis and Consort Pamela has been eating.
"What did you do to my sisters?!" she shouted at the dining. Provoked at her lost of manners and etiquette, the Marquis shouted,
"Where are your manner?!" he hissed, but Laira continued walking to them, grabbed a glass of wine and poured into the Consort. The Marquis was taken a back by his daughters action, and could not react on time.
"You are going to make this wench a Marchioness? Dream on!" she shouted in the room. Consort Pamela, who do not want the Marquis to see her bad side, cries.
"This is so humiliating, Ariel do something!" and she was wiping the wine off in her dress that causes it to stain more.
"Is this how you give back to me, huh, Laria?!" Marquis shouted at her. "Leonar, lock her up in the dungeon!" she said to the servants but Laria with her dealy glare spoke,
"If anything happens to my sisters, I will kill you two," she said calmly. When the knights was about to hold her, they were pushed back by a strong force. An aura is now enveloping her body, giving off the chilling sensation that could kill.
"W-what..." the Marquis mouth was left open.
"You, who do not know how to manage the territory at all, left me with all the burden, do you really think the Royal Family will save you?" the Marquis was taken aback by what his daughter is saying.
"I-I am still the head of the House! I am still Marquis Fordenn!" he arrogantly shouted, and Laria smirked.
"Do your best to hold on in your title, when I am the one doing all the work," Laria smirked . The couple was about to say anything, when they just walked out with death glares at Laria.
"Prepare a meal for us,"
"Pardon? for whom?" the servant flinched at her glare. The the servant realized it was for the five sisters.
On the other hand, the servant announced that they found Fierre and Sierra in the garden, but they were not there earlier.
Laria sitting on the master chair, clasped her hand and look at the dining glaringly. She does not know what is happening to her, but inside her was a voice calling out to her.
"What a hassle,"
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