The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

Why, why, Your Majesty is here...!

Only confusion dominates Shayla's head. Unprecedented, such as the King, who is also the organizer of the nightclub, is in such a corner. No matter how much Shayla, I know how much.

"Are you all right?

'... eh,'

'Are you all right? What the hell did "Red Rose" do to you?!?

Somehow the king seems in a hurry, but Shayla at heart hasn't even grasped the point, rather than the intention of the question. I said nothing to "Red Rose," just normally said hello.

And before that, when Shayla talks to the king at night clubs where nobles from all over the country gather, it's a big deal. This is like Shayla's room, not like a closed space.

In fact, those around them are circling their eyes. I don't suppose His Majesty thinks he's here. Honestly, Shayla feels the same way.

... but. The king, who could hardly get an answer, went into an act that only seemed to me to be insane.

"... Shayla"

He called his name and took his hand gently.

Shit. The perimeter turned.

"Don't be shy of 'Red Rose', etc., you don't have to. Something... happened? Talk. '

Cut, in the same position, the king talks. Too much, Shayla distracted me.

... what are you thinking, this guy?

What happens if the king cares about the side chambers of the end in a place like this where large numbers of nobles gather? You can't possibly not understand him wisely. Where the hell did he disappear to, a thoughtful man who was secretly visiting his room in order not to disturb the order of the rear house?

Does Shayla have any unexpected, profound thoughts? No, not really. Now will you lose your place in the rear palace from tomorrow?

It wasn't a joke or anything, it was the fuss that happened in the middle of the hall that saved Shayla, who had seriously passed out.

Suddenly, music is interrupted when he says he's in the middle of a dance, and silence dominates the hall. After a few beats, he hit and changed and made noise. I hear something happened in the middle of the hall, but from Shayla's location, the distance and the hedgerow got in the way and I'm not sure.

However, thanks to the noise, the King's attention was distracted and he was able to regain the hand that had been taken in that gap.

"Shayla?"

"Please don't"

sharp, but whispered, Shayla said.

"You're playing too much."

"But the Red Rose,"

"" The Red Rose, "I just wanted to say hi. And I don't think you're that bad. '

'Don't be an idiot! I'm being deceived, that's all. To Crestor, never, never forgive me.'

'... you say you suspect those who have been nice to me'

In Shayla's eyes, there were tears.

- That's a lot. What the hell should Shayla believe in in this world if she doubts what she sees and even the kindness she is given is fake?

Nothing, I don't know. The king's feelings and thoughts, - his own, even his heart.

Rotate your body around and turn your back on the king.

Shayla walked away.

Leaving the hall, I walked and ran to the dark clouds, and it was in the corner of some hallway that I reached. It's like a forgotten place from people, with just one little vase, one old sofa.

- If we're here, no one's coming.

From Shayla's knees, from all over her body, she lost her strength. Confused emotions break through critical points and tears overflow one after another. She cried, unwilling to stop, just as she felt.

'... how did you do it?

What stopped her from crying like that was the voice of a gentle, gentle woman, heard from right around the corner. Confused, she goes on.

'I'm sorry, because it's what I heard crying when I walked by. I also thought maybe I should just shut up and walk away, it seems too spicy...... I really care'

'No......, I'm sorry. Something ugly.'

'You'll never be apologized for. Something painful happened?

Laboury, serene, understated, then warm voice. Wiping tears, Shayla answers.

"Hard things... Hard things, is it..."

'If it's okay, why don't we talk about it? I don't know who you are or who you are. Wouldn't it be a little easier if I could spit it out'

"... easy, to..."

She cares about this one, doesn't even show up, and her voice speaks to me. But Shayla didn't know. Just talk, what the hell changes.

... but I want to talk. The moment I thought so, 'Voice' said.

'- I'm sorry. Looks like he was in charge. "

'No! No, it's not!

I get up in a hurry and look across the bend. Towards the stranger, Shayla spoke.

'I'm sorry. It's not that your feelings are annoying or anything. I just don't know when, it's gonna be easier...!

"... you have a very serious problem,"

'I don't know. That guy's heart, even his feelings, all the things he doesn't know'

'Take it easy. One at a time, let's talk slowly, shall we? If you have a place to sit, have a seat. If you were a nobleman invited to a night club, it would be hard not to stand up, wouldn't it?

'Where I can sit...... I have a couch. But, uh, you...'

'I'm fine. Besides, it's like I was on that spot, and I'm not even that tired. I'm more worried about you. "

Her voice sounded sincere. Sitting on the couch to be led, Shayla talked to her in the 'voice' without appearance.

The Lord of 'Voices' named him 'Dee'. Probably a nickname. There can't be such a short name.

To my surprise, she also came from one of the side rooms - the aristocratic house at the end, she said, a lady. But he lamented the way the rear palace is now, hoping to live in peace. That's exactly how Shayla feels.

At once, Shayla realized she was going to be attracted to Dee. There is a glimpse of honest character in every word, with a slight voice and a gentle tone. One who cares about Shayla, makes jokes sound soothing, and thinks of others in the true sense. I only heard voices, but Shayla was intuitive that I could trust this one from the bottom of my heart.

- So we talked. Shayla's secret, that 'Your Majesty has been, apparently, going to his room'.

Surprised and breathtaking, Dee still calmly asked me back.

"That's, uh, since when..."

From the next day, on the "Red Rose" horrible day. His Majesty hid the rumors with "The Red Rose" and secretly went to my room...... sorry for me, "The Red Rose" anymore "

'... but Master Shayla. I haven't decided yet that' The Red Rose 'likes His Majesty.'

'Even if' The Red Rose 'did not like His Majesty, His Majesty...'

'No, so Your Majesty went by under Master Shayla, didn't he?

'I thought it was just a whim from Your Majesty. No, I still think so.' Cause there are so many of you out there, and you still can't choose me. '

Strongly asserting, Dee silenced. After a slight beat, she answers.

'People's preferences, you say, are different, right?

'That may be... But still, I, I don't know. What is Your Majesty thinking?'

"Your Majesty's, thoughts?

'I think you're thoughtful and kind. His Majesty, seeing that I was frightened, was not untied of my clothes. You said, "Wait till Shayla feels that way."

'... well'

Dee's voice sounded purely surprised as to why.

'Even though I do not perform the duties of a side chamber, Your Majesty, come as every day... be gentle. I knew it was just a whim.'

"Yes... was it"

"Your Majesty's presence has grown even though I hate it. If you come every day, even if you know it's a whim, you have to get bigger '

'... sure, right'

Dee's voice was gentle, encouraging him to go ahead loosely, and he also felt somewhere bewildered.

'I don't know what your majesty is thinking anymore. Why did you talk to me in such a conspicuous position? "Don't let Crestor distract you" and so on... Your Majesty naturally thinks of' The Red Rose '... that I'm just a whim, a temporary leisure break? So I was wondering if you were bothered to talk to' Red Rose '...'

'Dear Shayla, isn't that over-thinking?

'Is it...? Then why did His Majesty do such a thing... Don't let' The Red Rose 'bother you, in what way'

"It's..."

I'm also sorry for "The Red Rose"...... I don't know how His Majesty feels or how I feel about myself anymore. '

The kindness given in the corner of the rear palace was delightful. The one who gave me kindness is not supposed to be able to reach it.

At random, I thought. I've been trying so hard to reject him.

Still, even though he refused, he grew up a little bit in her...

He was' present 'within Shayla so far as distance from him was such that the given word shook his mind.

The care I received from the 'Red Rose', which is at the same height as a king like that, was the same for Shayla as what the king gave me. Same 'thoughts' as a person, given to me by one who can't possibly be reached.

But the king, who was supposed to be at the same height, denied it. It is an act tantamount to him denying himself, his' thoughts'. He said that nobody cares but deceivers, such as the high-ranking, the terminal.

If you string the chaotic swirling emotions inside Shayla, this is generally how it will be. But now she's confused and I can't think calmly so far. Did you anticipate that - Dee was kind, I've said.

"Master Shayla. If you're tired like that, you can't even think of a good idea. Why don't you stop thinking about it for a moment and take a rest, and then try again when you're calm? '

'After you calm down...?

'Yes. I live in the backhouse, too. If you want to talk to me, you can always ride.... just,'

Phew, Dee's voice went low.

"I can't show you."

"Uh, why...?

'Cause... if you see me, you'll definitely hate me, Master Shayla'

"Well, that's not true."

'... myself, I don't hate what I look like. But other people seem to think I'm horrible. "

The squeaky Dee's voice sounded sad. It's not a joke or anything, and Dee seems to be serious.

Honestly, no matter what Dee looks like, Shayla has the confidence to embrace rather than be scared. But if Dee can't do what she doesn't like, she could just walk away from Shayla.... I don't like that.

'Okay. I won't see you. But with me again, would you like to talk?

'... yeah. That, of course!

Shayla and Dee, of course, never forgot the promises we made in this hallway.

After the night club day opened, when Shayla went to an unpopular place in the rear palace, a significant proportion of Dee came.

From the day of the night club, the king no longer came to Shayla's room, still a temporary whim of the king, half lamenting that he didn't want her to be so kind, half advising me that Shayla, who is half foolish, Dee encouraged, comforted and that it was best to ascertain to His Majesty how His Majesty felt. I even felt the scales fell out of my eyes to the opinion that it was not for His Majesty not to treat one human being so much as a king, the one who was poorly wonderful. If you think about it, Shayla has always tended to think of the king as the supreme one and to be hardened. But didn't he also show us the youth-like tricks of his age? He is a king, but he is also a human being.

I noticed it that way, one night.

As usual, the samurai lowered, and in the room where she was alone, the sound of a knock sounded. If you gently open the door, there's a king there with a laid-back face somewhere.

"Your Majesty...?

"... may I come in, please?

"... yes, go ahead"

Invite him into the room and close the door. I proceeded to the chair, but he didn't sit down, gave Shayla a glimpse, and.

- I'm sorry.

momentum and bowed his head.

Never heard of it, such as the king bowing his head to his subjects. When the surprised Shayla was breathtaking, he continued with the momentum as it stood.

"I totally forgot what I was sneaking by you for then. I didn't even think about what would happen if I spoke to you in a place where nobles gathered and there were lots of side rooms"

"Your Majesty..."

"It's just that that's all I could think about what you did to the 'Red Rose'. I was worried about you and I couldn't help it."

Desperately complaining, he was as if he had been different from what he had been so quiet and serene. I don't want Shayla to hate me, I'm desperate to get rid of my anger, and that's all I see. It's like a child, pure and honest.

... I wonder if this is your true majesty. Like a child, this better?

A strange feeling comes in. Dee was right. He is but a king, and the likeness of his feelings, he alone shall be ordained. It was just a waste of time worrying about Shayla.

"... I understand, Your Majesty"

"! Forgive me, will you!?

"If they apologize that much, there's no way they won't forgive you.... but Your Majesty. I just want to say one thing."

Shayla straightened out, saw the king.

"'The Red Rose', after all, doesn't seem like a bad one. I want to think that your heart is true."

That's all, unshakeable in Shayla. I am not confused by public rumors, but believe in what I see and feel until the end. That was my daughter, Shayla Carrerdo.

"... well. Right. If you say so, I'm sure you do."

"- Your Majesty. That shouldn't be."

If you think of the other person as a person, you can also have an opinion. Shayla saw him - juke.

"I'm glad you believe me. But it is dangerous to believe to His Majesty cheaply, just because I believe. Your Majesty will see it in His Majesty's own eyes, and it must be decided."

"... I didn't see anything, did I?

The tone will belong to the 'King', but Shayla was no longer frightened.

"So, Your Majesty has seen it?" Dear Red Rose, take yourself. "

"Naturally!

"Don't be confused by the rumors, are you?

Cutting sharply in, Juke silenced. Things like this, they're really honest.

"I hate judging people by rumors. Our interest is in traders. Until my father's day, he was a nobleman, but he actually did business. Rumors had been made by people who didn't have hearts because of it, about the rise of buying titles with gold, and the fact that they didn't care about their families because of all the business. But my father was a busy man, but he poured a lot of love on me. Rumors and so on, it's one thing that keeps people away from the truth at all costs."

"... you say the opposite. I told you not to deny your thoughts, not to believe in yourself, but to judge for myself. What am I supposed to do?"

His expression is like that of a twilight child. Shayla didn't think, she giggled dull.

"Your Majesty, I'm not saying anything to the contrary. I just want you not to deny what I feel. Your Majesty has asked you to see for yourself whether I am right or wrong."

"... what if I still feel wrong as a result?

"We'll talk to each other then, until we're satisfied."

Fluffy and smiling, Shayla was adorable as a flower. Juke also gets caught by Shayla and laughs, and, uh, thinks about something.

"... well. Right."

"Yes, Your Majesty. By the way, why don't you take a seat?

"Hmm? Oh, I did"

A laugh for both of us sounds like a narrow indoor.

- A quiet evening went on.

And the next day.

"Oh. Isn't it Master Shayla Carrerdo who's there?

Only the tone is polite, and a high-flying voice looking down at this one from its fruitful heights captures Shayla.

Shayla, who was walking within the rear palace to see Dee, was stopped by Liliane Landrose, a warrant reigning at the top of the 'Peony' -.