Chapter 10 The Guillotine Princess's secret feelings *Abigail of Strathclyde's perspective
Abigail of Straskraide’s POV
“Your Highness Abigail, I must express my opposition once again.”
Claire, who is attending to my bath, pleads with a stern expression. She doesn’t show her emotions often, making this moment unusual.
“Why is that?”
“As you already know, the Valrois Kingdom has assigned His Highness Gustave as an unnecessary prince. This is an insult beyond measure.”
“…”
Even in the face of my strong inquiry, Claire calmly states her position.
Indeed, as she says, His Highness Gustave is treated as a pariah within the kingdom, born as an illegitimate child between the king and a commoner.
No, it would have been better if he were just treated as an outcast.
In reality, he suffered much worse treatment.
His mother, who should have been his protector, passed away shortly after his birth. From then on, everyone in the kingdom, including his supposed father, the king, his five brothers, palace staff, knights, and nobles, all treated him as a sin just for his existence.
No matter how hard he worked and excelled in his studies and swordsmanship, he was never acknowledged. Instead, he was accused of belittling his five brothers and subjected to punishment.
As a result, His Highness Gustave’s spirit was broken, and he became nothing more than an empty shell.
I can’t count how many times I wanted to tear apart those reports from the kingdom’s spies. How many times I prayed for him not to suffer any more.
That’s why I went to my father, the king, and requested that a marriage with His Highness Gustave be added as one of the conditions in the ceasefire agreement.
“Furthermore, as you witnessed during the banquet, His Highness Gustave’s interaction with that saintly woman, Cecile, from the other side… His actions resemble those of King Charles, who shamelessly indulged with a servant, and that immoral servant who accepted him.”
“Claire.”
“Y-Yes? I apologize.”
If she says anything more, even if she’s been serving me for years, I won’t forgive her. She understands that, which is why she stops discussing His Highness Gustave further.
I finish my bath and change into my nightwear.
“You may leave.”
“Yes… Your Highness, goodnight.”
Claire bows respectfully and leaves the room.
I don’t want to see her face anymore tonight.
I… spoke ill of His Highness Gustave. Even if it was out of concern for me, I cannot forgive it.
“But…”
The report from the spies had more information.
Since our engagement was announced, His Highness Gustave, who had been secluded in his room until now, has been diligently practicing swordsmanship. He does so with unwavering determination, as if in a trance.
Perhaps he’s preparing to come to the Imperial Kingdom, our enemy, to protect himself.
Thinking about that, I can’t help but feel guilty for my selfishness in arranging this engagement.
Of course, I will never allow any harm to come to His Highness Gustave, and if anyone dares to harm him, I will do everything in my power to eliminate them.
But…
“Could it be that His Highness Gustave… like that?”
Overwhelmed by embarrassment, I cover my face with both hands. That he would… kiss me like that…
“But, since His Highness and I are engaged, it’s not strange, is it?”
That’s right.
I finally achieved my dream of becoming the wife of that person.
I schemed to make it happen, but His Highness Gustave’s unexpected behavior towards me is making my heart race.
Moreover, despite the mistreatment he endured in the kingdom, the way he looks at me is so gentle and warm, just like that time…
“But, it seems he still doesn’t remember.”
When we met at the signing ceremony and he suddenly shed tears while looking at me, I thought there might be a chance. However, judging from his subsequent behavior, it seems he doesn’t remember that time…
Still, considering everything he has been through, it’s understandable that he might have forgotten.
It’s a bit heartbreaking, but I can work on that in the future.
Our… our future.
“Well, before that, we need to investigate that woman.”
The disrespectful woman who dared to behave that way in front of His Highness Gustave and me. I don’t know if she’s a saint or whatever, but she deserves to face the consequences.
Though it’s clear she’s not a decent woman.
“Hehe… I’m looking forward to this.”
I smile, a smile I would never show to that person, and tightly grasp a small golden button that has always been in my possession. It’s a tiny button from a child’s outfit, a treasured memento…