Elizabeth's out of love.

'Elisabeth has changed, she used to be pretty...now she's almost exactly like all the 'common noblewomen' that I hate.
His Highness Albert spilled those words without noticing me outside the gazebo. After that, the voices of his entourage, including my brother, can also be heard leaking out. While chiding them for being extravagant, they don't seem to be taking it seriously. It's a good thing that you're able to get a good deal more out of your own life.
Instantly, a fury boiled through my entire body, so intense that my blood coursed through my body in an instant.
Of course it was obvious...?　I'm going to be a queen!　I'm being trained by the queen because you wanted me to be your fiancee...?
Be worthy of the queen, always act as the future king's consort, and who do you think it's your fault that you're forced to do so...?
I don't like learning manners either. I'm bored with the riding time where I'm only allowed to ride sideways, and I want to go hunting and fishing like I did when I was a kid, and I'd love to go shopping in disguise in the city again in a sneak peek...!　The maidservants from the palace are always looking after me, and whenever I behave in an "unladylike" manner, I'm being punished by the ladies in charge of education, and I'm no longer pretty because I'm no longer able to do what I want to do, but because I've become a "common noblewoman"... ...?
I've explained it a thousand times, haven't I?　Every time His Royal Highness Albert says to me, "Call me Al like you used to," or "Let's go for a long ride for the first time in a long time," he says, "I'm the queen-elect and I'm not allowed to behave like that!"!
Who's to say I'm not cute and boring when I refuse?
If you saw your mother, wouldn't you know that I don't have that kind of freedom of choice?　It's certainly not forbidden. I know. But after receiving more lectures and extra study time for what I perceived as unbecoming behavior, I don't really have any freedom.
Oh, well, eh, but!
You!　Me!　Because I made you my fiancé!　I'm the one doing this to you!
'Eliza lady...'
The twin squire addresses me in a caring, whispered manner. Such an exchange is also being monitored by Mrs. Evans, who is watching my every move from behind those twins, though.
If I take one more step, His Royal Highness Prince Albert in the gazebo and his entourage, which includes my brother, will find me and let me know that I've been listening to everything.
But.






The truth is, I could jump into the gazebo right now and say, "You said you wanted to marry me! I want to strike His Highness Albert's face with a fan while scolding him.
The same goes for the faces of His Highness Prince Albert's entourage, including his brother, who talk and laugh about how the current me is a boring woman, lowering and laughing about how I'm a boring woman, "It's true that the old Eliza was more expressive and pretty than the old Eliza, she ran hard after me and followed me", "You used to mix it up with playing knights", "Now I only have a cold smile on my face like I'm pasting"............
I worked so hard to learn a foreign language.
Even I wanted to disguise myself and register as an adventurer with Al and his brothers. I wanted to camp out with everyone else and sit around the campfire and take a bite out of the day's catch that had just been bled out and roasted. I wanted to join the commoners and run a festival stall. I wanted to jump in and take part in a play on the main street stage.
I would get pissed off for even opening my mouth to laugh, but Al and his brothers would get away with "a bit of mischief".
But still. I've been putting up with it. What I wanted to do, what I wanted to do, many, many, many things.
When the anger dies down. Suddenly, something disappeared from my chest as if it were melting away.
........surely the best course of action I was allowed to take was to step up in front of everyone right now and act sad.

'Elisabeth has changed, she used to be pretty...now she's almost exactly like all the 'common noblewomen' that I hate.

His Highness Albert, who spilled those words without noticing me outside the gazebo. After that, the voices of his entourage, including my brother, can also be heard leaking out. While chiding them for being extravagant, they don't seem to be taking it seriously. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to get the same kind of information from my fiancé, but I'm going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to get the same kind of information from him.

Instantly, my whole body was boiling with such anger that it instantly made my blood circulate.

Of course...?　I'm going to be a queen!　I'm being trained by the queen because you wanted me to be your fiancee...?

Be worthy of the queen, always act as the future king's consort, and who do you think it's your fault that you're forced to do so...?

I don't like learning manners either. I'm bored with the riding time where I'm only allowed to ride sideways, and I want to go hunting and fishing like I did when I was a kid, and I'd love to go shopping in disguise in the city again in a sneak peek...!　The maidservants from the palace are always looking out for me, and whenever I behave in an "unladylike" manner, I'm being punished by the ladies in charge of education, and I'm no longer pretty because I'm no longer able to do what I want to do, but because I've become a "common noblewoman"... ...?

I've explained it a thousand times, haven't I?　Every time His Royal Highness Albert says to me, "Call me Al like you used to," or "Let's go for a long ride for the first time in a long time," he says, "I'm the queen-elect and I'm not allowed to behave like that!"!

Who's to say I'm not cute and boring when I refuse?

If you saw your mother, wouldn't you know that I don't have that kind of freedom of choice?　It's certainly not forbidden. No, we don't. But after receiving more lectures and extra study time for what I perceived as unbecoming behavior, I don't really have any freedom.

Oh, well, eh, but!

You!　Me!　Because I made you my fiancé!　I'm the one doing this to you!

'Miss Eliza...'

The twin squire calls out to me in a caring, whispered manner. Such an exchange is also being monitored by Mrs. Evans, who is watching my every move from behind those twins, though.

One more step and His Highness Prince Albert in the gazebo and his entourage, including my brother, will find me and let me know that I've heard it all.

But.

........I stood in a position where I could not be seen by them and repeated my breaths quietly and silently to calm this simmering rage.

The truth is, I'm going to jump into the gazebo right now and say, "Because you said you wanted to marry me! I want to strike His Royal Highness Albert's face with my fan while scolding him.

The same is true for the faces of His Highness Prince Albert's entourage, including his brother, who talk and laugh about how I'm a boring woman now, lowering and laughing about how I'm a boring woman now, "It's true that the old Eliza was more expressive and cute, running hard after me and following me", "I used to mix it up with playing knights", "I only have a cold smile on my face as if I'm pasted on now".

I ... even though His Royal Highness Prince Albert, because he likes Al, worked hard to learn manners, which I'm not good at, to study history, politics and economics, which I hate, and to learn a foreign language. I worked so hard.

Even I wanted to disguise myself and register as an adventurer with Al and his brothers. I wanted to camp out with everyone else and sit around the campfire and take a bite out of the day's catch that had just been bled out and roasted. I wanted to join the commoners and run a festival stall. I wanted to jump in and take part in a play on the main street stage.

I get pissed off even if I open my mouth to laugh, but Al and his brothers can get away with "a bit of mischief".

But still. I've been putting up with it. What I wanted to do, what I wanted to do, many, many, many things.

When the anger calmed down. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

........surely the best course of action I was allowed to take was to step up in front of everyone right now and show them how to act sadly.

And from now on when you and His Highness Prince Albert are alone, you can be a little more honest. Tell him honestly that I haven't changed at all, that I'm just trying to be a queen for his highness, and that I'm doing my best to be a queen for him. Whenever you do this, you'll be scolded as "unladylike", but you should do so if you put your relationship with Prince Albert above all else.

That way, he and His Royal Highness Albert would have a better relationship that reminded him of their old bromance.

But that's enough.

I just turned on my heel and got into the carriage that had been waiting for me and headed back to the mansion. Class ended early, so I shouldn't have wanted to see his face since it was a good time. ........no, I'm glad I thought of that, because otherwise I would have been made a queen, being made fun of behind my back like that.

It would have seemed a ladylike response from Mrs. Evans, who pretended not to have heard the secret stories of the lords and gentlemen.

As soon as I arrived home, I sent my maidservant on an errand to invite my half-sister, with whom I did not get along, to the saloon. The other remaining one looks at me anxiously from an angle that Mrs. Evans cannot see. But I couldn't talk about my plans in front of Mrs. Evans; I would have to tell both of them this evening while they were being tended to while I was bathing. I have to apologize for causing them to worry.

Mrs. Evans is staying at our Marquis' house as a governess (Gavanes), but she does not have the power to be strong enough to sit in on the family ... even the sisters' talk. All I need to do is place Madame Evans' breathtaking servant by the wall of the room where she can't hear the conversation and make it clear that the opposite sex was not present.

'Hey, Alice. Would you like me to tell you how you can get close to His Royal Highness Albert?

My half-sister, who had the same vixen's smile pasted on her face as my mother-in-law, looked at me probingly with astonishment underneath her expression.

In response, I continue my story with a face hardened with a ladylike smile. As if it were a seemingly aristocratic ladies' sisters' talk.

It's been almost a year since I overheard His Royal Highness Prince Albert and his friends in the gazebo talking in private, and my reputation as a "daughter fit for a queen" is higher than ever before. Some say that I am a bit too strict and cold, but the noble ladies are louder in their praise of what a lady should be.

On the other hand, her half-sister Alice dressed up as a man and pretended to be a boy knight and went down to the city with His Royal Highness Prince Albert, or followed him on his hunt for demons, "acting like a young lady" and "not a commoner's child", just like when I was a child (...................).

His Royal Highness Albert does not seem to be full of it either, as Alice, who looks tomboyish and innocent, expresses her emotions with her whole body and adores him without turning the tables.

But still, my fiancé is still me, and Alice seems to be quite jittery.

Even today, after escorting me to my fiancé's first dance, as is my fiancé's duty, I am happily dancing on the floor with Alice, who has jumped up and down like a puppy in my arms, hugging her lovingly. Many noblewomen frowned, but I was able to make up an excuse with their "Alice is my future sister-in-law" and "Brother Al is my future brother-in-law", so I couldn't complain outwardly.

His Royal Highness Prince Albert's entourage, including his own brother, have also been seen in social circles being called "brother" after his abbreviated name, pretending to be innocent and stretching out under their noses when their bodies are touched. Using "she's Rex's sister-in-law, so she's like a sister to us too" as a building block... this was unexpected. I feel bad for their fiancé.

The only two people in the house, my trusty maidservants informed me that a "tightly controlled" package arrived last week for my mother-in-law from her home country ... so the earliest it could happen was today.

I looked around the hall with such alarm, and before I knew it, neither Alice nor His Highness Prince Albert was there.

I spend my time pretending I don't know anything about it. As a poor little girl, left by her fiancé, the crown prince, who was neglected.

As a lady and the next queen, she could not dance with the hands of other lords without the approval of her fiancé, so she could only stand alone. After a while, the noblemen who were organizing the party started to move around hurriedly. As I was chatting with an acquaintance of the young lady, wondering what was going on, they suddenly announced the end of the evening party. The social gathering, which usually continues throughout the night, is abruptly brought to an end, and you leave the mansion as if you were swept away by the flow of other buzzing nobles.

Like a lady, I didn't rush and didn't make a fuss, but I asked my brother what he thought of the commotion. The brother with an awkward look on his face said, "You don't need to know," and then he fell silent. When he did so, he and His Highness Prince Albert got into the carriage that they had come in, and he and his brother, who had escorted Alice to the carriage, returned to the road to the mansion in silence, facing each other.

We passed each other on the way, this carriage against the flow of this homeward journey. At first glance, there's no mistaking it for a carriage, because it's our carriage. Probably my father, the marquis, is riding in that one.

My brother, who seemed to know, peered at me when he noticed the carriage heading to the mansion where the evening party was to take place. I deliberately interjected, "I wonder what happened to His Highness Albert," as if to say I hadn't noticed anything. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from spewing out, because my brother was so comical that he shuddered like a child caught in a bad mood.

"I renounce the engagement of the Dauphin Albert to Miss Elisabeth.

A few days later....................................................................................His Majesty told me so, as I expected.

In that place, there was His Highness Prince Albert, who was exhausted with a deeply carved face of dark circles, and Alice, who was cuddling up next to him.

Oh, I knew it. You made the worst thing I could have expected.

Yes, sir.

'No!　Eliza, I, I, I think it's you!　I didn't think it was Alice!

'Shut up, Albert!　You should at least take responsibility for what you've done!

His Majesty blackmails His Royal Highness Albert, who calls out a defense that he can't bear to hear.

That's what I mean. Alice was able to get to know him, but he didn't try to choose her at all, and she became numb to the fact that Albert didn't try to choose her, so she took the hard line approach of giving him an aphrodisiac. During preparations for the other night party, Alice heard about the taste of my dress and begged me for my perfume, saying that she wanted to get closer to Prince Albert's taste.

If you look at His Highness Prince Albert, you can see that it wasn't of your own volition. I'm sure that Alice must have pretended to be me and made up an existing fact.

Hmm.

........haha!　I knew he'd do it. That stepmother and her mannerisms are exactly the same. And maybe it's the same stuff she used. Well, I guess my mother-in-law is still better, she was not unfaithful because she became fragile when she gave birth to me.

My mother-in-law did the same thing. The youngest princess of the neighboring country saw your father who had lost his wife and made a plea to him over and over again, but he refused to take any other wife than your late mother, saying he had no intention of taking another one. I had just been born.

My mother-in-law at the time couldn't accept that, and she used the power and medicine of her father, the king, to force her to marry your father. Even though they were the perpetrators, our country decided that we couldn't have bad relations with our neighbors.

My mother-in-law was pregnant with Alice at that one time, and my father, who regretted not being able to face your mother, devoted himself to his work only to escape from his own children, us. My mother-in-law and her half-sister stayed in the mansion in King's Landing, and my maternal grandparents, believing that such an environment was not good for education, took them in to their estate.

It was there that I met His Royal Highness Prince Albert, who was sickly at the time and had come to recuperate.

Growing up carefree in the country, I was told that I and others were "too naughty", but I had a good time with everyone. ........those days were the only time I enjoyed those days.

I was being the "perfect Dauphin's fiancée" more than I needed to be for this day so that I wouldn't be accused of being wrong. Many times, I have changed my words and places and dared to sound cold and careful, saying, "Since you have a fiancée, please don't let Alice get any closer than necessary, even if she is your future kinsman," and "Even though she is my half-sister, Alice is an unmarried woman.

Each time that happened, His Royal Highness Prince Albert said, "Are you jealous? He would ask. And every time, he replied clerically, "I am speaking to you in my duty as the Dauphin's fiancé," he said.

........I am sure that even at that point in time, if I had been driven by jealousy and expressed my anger, he would have been satisfied and returned to me. On the contrary, if I had shed even one tear, he would have knelt in front of me in a panic and begged for forgiveness.

I noticed. What I knew from the beginning. I knew that I wanted Alice to deliberately show me favoritism and show me that she behaved like the old me, that she wanted me to be jealous of her, that she wanted to go back to the old, carefree relationship.

His Royal Highness Albert's expectations were disappointed, and I did not take off the mask of a lady for a moment, during which time only my disdain for my betrothed, me, was shown to those around me. My people seemed to have guessed that it was selfishness to attract my attention, but externally, I didn't know that.

His Royal Highness Prince Albert used Alice as a guessing game for me, but he really thought that Alice was "favored". So much so that I believed that "if only there was a chance.

As a result, after disrespecting his fiancée for nearly a year and being goofy with her sister, he created a prince who had an affair with her.

I heard that that night party was held at a house in the neighboring country where the neighboring country was breathing down their necks, and that the servants deliberately made a fuss to let people know that His Highness Prince Albert and Alice were in bed together, after they had managed to regain their senses. The arrangements for the private room must have been made by the neighboring country behind it.

The king is allowed to have a side room, but not two people from the same house. Inevitably, there is no more engagement with me.

However, it's not a clean slate, and there is no defect on my part he's going to treat it as a matter for His Highness Prince Albert to discard from me.

I'm so grateful for His Majesty's kindness that I'm about to cry.

Finally, he and His Royal Highness Prince Albert were seated together if they had anything to say. Of course the guards and maidservants were in the corner of the room, so they were not alone, but Mrs. Evans, the watchman, was no longer there.

'Eliza it's not true, the only thing I like is Eliza... he was pretending to be Eliza that day...!

"Prince Albert.

"...Eliza...

'I've told you many times. Alice's mother was the youngest princess of a neighboring king, and she is so doted on by her father, who was the previous king, that even now that her brother, who was the Dauphin at the time, has succeeded to the throne, his family still interferes with her in some way. His Majesty Jack, who dotes on Alice, asks you to consider the meaning of allowing Alice, who has never hidden her feelings for His Highness Albert, to do as she pleases without setting up a fiancée.

Yes, Al was a target. His niece's first love, doted upon by the king of a neighboring country. Alice has fallen in love with her sister's fiancé at first sight in Debutante, and they have been meddling in various ways for her.

It is certainly not possible to disregard it, and His Majesty was unable to intervene in the details, but he should keep a greater distance from Alice and not show her any opportunities to take advantage of him.

Even though His Majesty had firmly refused to do so because he already had a fiancée in mind, even though he was under undue pressure from a neighboring country that was more powerful than our country.

What a bypass man. He's the only prince that I have, and this makes me worry about the future of this country. As a person who was going to be the mother of the country, I'm worried about nothing but the future of the country.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry Eliza please forgive me....

Forgive me. What's going to happen?

...What?

'You've already broken off your engagement to me, and it's already been decided that Her Highness Albert and Alice will be married.

I pick up the piece of my first love that was left in the back of my mind. I force myself to sift it off with a blink, and a trickle of water falls onto the tablecloth.

I loved it, Al. I love you just enough to get through all the hard times of queenhood and all the hard studies I had to do.

'Oh....'

Goodbye His Royal Highness Prince Albert. Congratulations on your engagement.

Ah, ah!　Eliza.........Eliza.......!

I saw the despairing face of Al, the one I loved, in my eyes... I left the salon where we had once held many private tea parties alone, as I left my seat so that the residue of my first love would not overflow any more.