I am Gladys Langley, one of the Duke of Langley's daughters, 10 years old.
Your father, the Duke of Tristan Langley, is the most powerful and proud magical knight in the country. You must still be fighting monsters in your territory today to protect your people.
On the other hand, I am being taken by Uncle Julius to a tea ceremony in the garden of Count Hackworth's family in King's Landing.
But this tea party feels a little strange. Isn't there a little too many girls of the same generation?
So, my mother's grandfather, the Duke of Gideon Ingram, said, "Isn't it too soon? I remembered the word.
Oh, I thought I said I'd find the prince's fiancée. Well, it doesn't matter.
My purpose today is to present the dress for the first time.
Dresses and shoes are made to order by Madame Salome. And accessories are a collection of works by the up-and-coming genius gold sculptor Ivan. Of course they're both the latest.
I wish I could show you this! That's why I'm here!
I love fashion. Oh, I wonder why it's so fun just to be wearing a nice outfit.
But there is a child who puts water in such a happy mood.
I wonder who it was. I don't know the name because I'm not interested, but I've been bragging about my dress for a while.
My mother chose me for today. Is your dress what your mother thinks? That's right.
Everything I wear is up to me. I can't let anyone else decide.
"The dress is lovely, but your mother didn't even think about whether it suits you."
Somehow when I clink, I accidentally put it in my mouth.
"That pink doesn't suit a plump like you. The impossible high waist switching also prevents a beautiful silhouette due to the shape of the body, and the puff sleeve to deceive both arms instead accentuates the shoulder width. Instead of covering your hips with too many gathers, the skirt is rather blurry... oh, why are you crying?
I don't know why. I just pointed out some bad things to you. Aren't you going to do better? This is why I don't like weak ladies. I'm in trouble because I cry right away.
"Looks like you're in. Now, if you'll excuse me.
I'll move quickly. If you stay here any longer, you'll be the bad guy.
For some reason, it is always the case. You should be comforted by your proud mother.
Oh, I see why I'm angry.
She knew I didn't have a mother, and she was deliberately proud of it.
Do you like selling fights to people? I wish I could spend my time on something more fun and meaningful.
I've already finished showing off my dress, so let's get out of here. I have a lot to do.
Oh, she has beautiful black hair. Tall and slender style.
The Empire Line has to be worn by that girl. But I don't like the dress I'm wearing. I liked the bright blue. I'm sure if you get a little older, the Mermaid line on the halterneck will suit you.
As I thought about it, I walked a little, and my eyes met with a boy who said something.
Oh, how beautiful. Mysterious purple eyes - just like an amethyst, unusual. Two jewels full of transparency, what a wonderful piece of art.
I stopped my legs and stared at them from a close range. I love beautiful things. You can watch as many as you want.
"Hmm, why are you so mean?
The boy glanced back and asked.
"mean?" What?
It's an outrage against Miss Tilda.
"... who?
"... of the pink dress I was wearing"
"Oh, that one. So, what's mean?
I was making you cry.
"He's free to cry. I didn't order you to cry."
I told you what you didn't have to say.
"Shouldn't you tell me the truth? I'll do that when I grow up. I say clean things are beautiful."
You want to blame me for making me a bad person too. It's ridiculous to deal with someone, so let's go.
Let's leave behind what we've been worried about since we first saw each other.
"Oh, you. That maroon wig doesn't suit you. You look good with red hair. Bloody crimson."
The boy opened his eyes to surprise, but he doesn't know the rest. I just went to see my uncle.
My uncle said he still had a job to talk about, so I decided to go home first. My uncle loves listening to me all the time. My proud uncle, who is also very popular with women.
I took only Zara, the maid, into the carriage on my way home.
"Oh, my God! Mademoiselle, to eat....."
It seems that it was the first time I noticed it when I sat down and the carriage ran out. Zara was surprised to see the hem of my dress skirt. It is stained with black tea to the extent that it seems deliberate.
"It's one of Tilda's faults. I can't believe this is happening!
Ah, it's boiling back! How much time do you think I've put into this dress!?
I've been mean to such a vile and disgusting lady!? I'm also angry at that boy's hole.
The carriage stopped suddenly as soon as it turned to the side road on the main street, not long after leaving the gate. With that momentum, I slip out of my chair. My buttocks hurt...!
It appears to have come into contact with the person at the corner.
I called people in a carriage.
Oh, everything's gonna be a mess! I'm just angry. Why do I bother jumping out in front of my carriage in so many carriages!?
I don't like it!? I don't like it!?
Oh, my God, I can't stand it if you don't give me the whisper!
I shook Zara out, got off the carriage, and rushed. Did you get hurt? To the boy who fell down.
And when I saw the sight, I remembered it.
I, the Duchess of Gladys Langley, wish my life were the third.