The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

From the dull clouds, the snow descends. More than a month after the beginning of the year, and with the arrival of an authentic winter, the Kingdom of Elgrand had a large part of its national territory covered in snow. Although certain areas of the Wang capital are rarely troubled by the snow that accumulates even in winter, thanks to the warm climate surrounded by large lakes and rivers. - Still, it snows frequently.

Around the end of the star moon, the harassment of Shayla stopped spookily fitting after she was seen face-to-face with the Sofias of "The Red Rose" by the King and "The Red Rose" - Deanna herself. … rather than…, I get the impression that many side chambers are bewildered by Shayla's treatment and making it far-fetched.

"Master Shayla, don't worry about it."

'That's right. Master Shayla is not bad. You have to be grand.'

That's about Lydil and Nasha treating me the same way. That's how they take Shayla out, who tends to sink and is about to stick in the room.

Lydil and Nasha, as well as the samurai Ray and Marika, seemed sick of Shayla not realizing she was being harassed by the 'Red Rose' side chambers. Until all that noise, Sofia and the others were cautious and holding Shayla back in a spotless place, so even if they didn't know it, it wouldn't be impossible. Shayla herself, don't worry - and because she was desperate and unnoticed not to be at Deanna's disadvantage.

The air in the rear palace, the side chambers, wasn't the only thing that turned that day into a border. Even if not every day, there were frequent visits from kings - which stopped perfectly.

The same thing has happened before. Shayla poked Juke at the night club at the start of the season, and it creeped between them (although they weren't originally soothing and calm), and Juke stopped showing his face. When Juke suddenly visited the 'named' side chambers, Shayla was more swayed by her own emotions and refused Juke.

If there is still a difference between now and now, would Juke have delivered the letter to me before I stopped walking into Shayla's room? The content was abstract and it was difficult to imagine what had happened to him, but the fact that Juke was currently in deep distress came from the text.

"I don't deserve Shayla. I don't deserve Shayla."

"And yet I can't erase the feeling that I like Shayla"

'I can see now that Shayla can't help but look at me.... Still, just a little bit, if that's what you're thinking to me. I still don't want you to tell me the rest of that day's words.'

If I lose you, I will.

I'm afraid I don't even know how I'm supposed to live from now on -.

Shayla's heart broke sharply in a letter spelled out in frank words.

"Word of the Day" - oddly enough, the day before that noise, to the juke that visited the room, what Shayla was trying to say.

Lady Red Rose is the one who deserves a righteous queen, combining her identity, talent and aspirations.

Please don't be in this room any longer if you officially treat the Red Rose as your rightful queen.

The words I tried to say in the guise of a wind that was nothing were blocked by a juke of good prospect. I could barely even say, "Red Rose deserves the Queen," but the last word... I can't say goodbye.

I was relieved from the bottom of my heart that Juke refused to say goodbye.

And I knew my appeased self, and I understood it painfully. - I can't give up.

The feeling that "The Red Rose" is - Deanna deserves more than anyone else is still the same.

Throughout the worship of the Evening Festival, Juke also seemed to realize that the distance between Juke and Deanna was close and that Deanna was a wonderful person. For Deanna, misunderstood by the entire aristocratic society, Juke, who understood that the rumors were more a mistake, should have become a special being, and it is not surprising that affection is sprouting from trust.

If Deanna is in love with Juke. Shayla is undoubtedly a disturber and would be a hateful being.

Respected and loved by one, resented and hated. It's very painful and hard.

But. - Yes, even if I know.

(I like that His Majesty... Juke)

Clumsy, yet caring kindness for others.

Straight as a child, pure heart.

Even if you hit a wall, you never give up attitude.

While I mourn my impudent self, I strive to face it without running away from myself like that, honesty.

Colored by them, the one named Juke, my dear.

To his kindness, save. To purity, to heal. Encouraged by the attitude of not giving up.

To honesty, admire.

If I don't merit myself, I mourn for lack, pity - I strongly want to support him as he is.

By the time we met, Juke was only a half-fixed idol for Shayla: the 'King'. No matter how much Juke ran out of words, he was not trying to see Juke's heart by deciding that he was just pitying his poor daughter because he was a 'king'. How rude that was and how heartbreaking it was.

'Even the king is a human being. Sometimes it's wrong to worry. Isn't it unhappy for His Majesty to be treated badly and not see the essence just because he's a king?'

- My dear friend, I can finally tell what I was really trying to say now. To a wise girlfriend, it must have been all, foresight from the beginning.

Take off the 'King' colored glasses, as one person, face Juke.

The more I knew, the farther he was from perfection.

On second thought, a thoughtful and perfect king wouldn't even open a rear palace that would only be such a source of commotion in the first place. I would have chosen the most beneficial warrant for the current kingdom as the Queen and entrusted the administration of the inner house to not even allow the tyranny of the former chief woman.

Be straightforward and act as soon as you think about it. The result is bad, and it often gets sloppy.

It's fine to be honest, but I'm not good at identifying the real deal and the pre-build, or using it.

One like a child, for better or worse, that's the juke.

Normally, the favor may fade as you see the other person's flaws. To Shayla, though, "Juke", full of faults, appeared more preferable than "King", which she assumed to be perfect.

It is not an inviolable idol. Just like himself, he shrugs, falls, troubles - because it was to him of equal weight that Shayla's heart was moved.

And. Notice that he is in a lonely place, where imperfection is demanded until death.

I thought so. I want to support you.

'The King' must be perfect. Mistakes are unacceptable.

If you like the perfect king, if you want it from him, you don't have to be the righteous queen. Shayla and the aristocratic end, as a minister, should support his reign from below.

But what I like about Shayla is the juke as it is, far from perfect. Shayla wants to support him, mourning her pitiful self, and still clumsily, desperately trying to move forward, and... I know a hundred people are overbearing, and I even want to protect them.

Jukes that aren't 'kings,' too, if you want to flip them all and take care of them. It must not be subordinate. In the same place as him - at the same height, if you're not there.

As for fame, that's what's allowed. There is only one person in this country.

- Just the Queen.

Born in a prestigious aristocratic house, it not only combines the character it deserves as an upscale aristocrat. A daughter full of kindness who never abandons the weak in a position, does not throw out in the face of harsh reality, excels in the talent of making things better, and is filled with the desire to preserve the future of the kingdom. Because of his own desires, he also has the courage to stand up to the cowards who shield the people without a single step.

Whoever sees it, even from Shayla, doesn't have a more deserving maid than Deanna. Deanna has everything she needs.

I know. I understand everything, but still.

Next to the juke, the desire to support and protect the juke.

I can't abandon the heart I wish to be a righteous queen...

Fluffy.

Shayla's shoulder, which remained snowy, was accidentally hung with fluffy warmth. Return to me and check, it's a shawl of unrecognizable yarn.

"... I have a cold. In such thin clothes."

"Dee...?

I don't know your face, Shayla's best friend. I was obsessed with the thought, but at some point, he was right around the corner.

This friend and I haven't seen each other in a long time. Shayla smiles slowly, though she won't look like a friend behind her.

"Long time no see, Dee. How are you?"

"... yeah, I'm fine"

fine, while answering, Dee's voice is sinking. Shayla, too familiar with the cause, shook her neck sideways, taking care not to turn around.

"It's not your fault, Dee."

"... about what?

"With the Sofias. You care about me, don't you?

Dee, I didn't think it would be glamorous. This friend always cares about me.

Dee, questioned, exhaled long after a little silence.

"Though there are things with the Sophias." Red Rose, "because it was terrible."

"Dee?"

"Protecting you, while I proclaim it great. Without even taking control of your faction, overlook the actions of Master Sophia. … at the end of the quote, to you for your gratefulness, 'The Red Rose' is"

I can't believe that's the only way you can say that to the one who told me you admire yourself.

Unusual for Dee, the voice was clearly trembling.

Indeed, that day, when Juke saw me face to face with the Sophias, Shayla told Deanna, who rushed to converge the occasion, words of gratitude and apology that she had put off. "I admire you," he said, wanting to tell you that whatever happens next around the throne of the Queen, it's not about hating and hostility toward Deanna.

To all of that, she said - Deanna, didn't she answer politely? Not only did he care about Shayla until he attached a samurai to his room.

Until now, Shayla has never thought of getting a terrible beating from "The Red Rose." Instead, I'm just sorry that I'm tormenting her for having misplaced hopes.

Shayla laughs softly at the gentle friend behind the trembling.

Deanna didn't do anything terrible.

"That's not true. I couldn't protect myself up on the shelf, you know...!

"In the first place, I'm not worth protecting."

"Shayla!"

To an angry Dee, he reached out with some sort of sight and pounded his touched arm.

"Don't be angry. I'm not saying it in a humble way."

"... So, what are you going to do?

"- 'Cause no one, love enemies aren't hateful?

A little.

Just a little, nervous.

Don't be noticed, do your best, explore the signs behind it.

"Love... searches? Who's who, whose?

- No matter what you ask, no matter what you think, the more vivid the perplexity of a hundred percent purity came back from behind.

"I am Deanna's"

"Why? You like Shayla, don't you, Sire?

"If Deanna likes His Majesty too, we're lovers."

"Wait a minute!... Sure, Your Majesty and 'The Red Rose' look friendly right now. Didn't you say before Shayla that your majesty taught you to act to explore the royal palace?

"His Majesty told me so, though. If Deanna is willing to perceive His Majesty's heart and seal her heart."

I'm immediately denied that I don't want to.

"If His Majesty says so, it would be after a proper discussion with 'The Red Rose'. Isn't that exactly what you don't have?

"Though I'd like to think so... Your Majesty, I'm not very good at discerning the true meaning and pre-construction"

"Uh... no, let me believe you there?

"Deanna and her close Sophia also said," The Red Rose adores His Majesty. "

"Though it doesn't seem like they're close enough to feel seen and talk that deep. I think it's their mistake. I don't care."

"… and Deanna at the New Year's Eve Club was unusual. Originally beautiful, but glowing from within, in such an atmosphere. The wrapping air was also somewhat soft and... happy, it looked like it"

I couldn't believe His Majesty's words that it was an act, and I couldn't truncate the words of the Sofias as lies, the primary reason.

If you tell them thoughtfully, … the signs behind you, silenced.

Twitch, from your feet, fear crawls up.

I couldn't stand the silence and inhaled heavily.

"Di,"

"- If you ask me, sure. It could have been different."

Light, rather than just saying 'I just noticed'.

The words I was about to say stop responding to something different than I expected.

The voices heard seeped bitter laughter.

"Oh well. Hey, I wonder if that happened too."

"Dee...?

"Oh, I'm sorry, about this one.... you know, Shayla"

One word, one word, to separate. My best friend spins words.

"As Shayla says, it is true that the 'Red Rose' air may have changed, taking prayer as a border rather than a year-round night club…"

"Isn't that right?

"- But it's too early to decide why I'm in love with Your Majesty."

'Cause, you know, you have to ask the person, right?

Light, difficult things, my best friend says.

Thinking for a moment, Shayla asked.

"What about Dee?

"Hmm?"

"Dee thinks Deanna's change has nothing to do with His Majesty?

"Right...... I don't think it matters at all. From how His Majesty is doing, I'm sure his friendship with the 'Red Rose' has improved. You know Shayla better than I do around here."

"Yeah, right."

"Just think if 'Red Rose' has such a special winning personality that she lets go of her serious love... or, just in case she liked Her Majesty, feels enough to give way to others, I don't think Shayla would shy away"

To Dee's words, Shayla is somewhat uncomfortable. Previously, she didn't actively talk about love from herself, even if she didn't talk to Shayla. "Because it's an emotion I don't understand," he said, very fairly in a way, advice from a step-by-step gaze.

And yet, what's the word now? Involving personality and romance, or measuring the depth of 'likes'.

It's as if she herself knows how it feels and can therefore imagine. - If I were in that position.

"Dee......"

I had to be careful not to let my calling voice tremble.

In the thought of circling around - the only question that came up was a simple question, just one.

"Dee, do you like His Majesty?

I know.

My best friend behind me says he never has to lie, even if he doesn't show his face or hides it.

If you ask me seriously, you will answer me properly, sincerely...

"... right. As a human being, I prefer it."

After the silence, she said quietly, as if she had understood something.

to the breathtaking Shayla, then laughs.

"But that's not what Shayla thinks of Her Majesty."

"... Really? Because."

"No.... No, I know."

Whispering, voice. It only sounded like Shayla. It was, however, full of certainty.

Shayla understands exactly what a short word means.

Dee must have found it. Have a special 'like'.

And that's why I can assure you.

My feelings for Your Majesty are not 'love' -.

The words of my best friend penetrate Shayla's heart more deeply than any other consolation or encouragement.

- That day. Seeing "Her," the idea floated too naturally, without a thump.

"No way," he dismissed, denying it was "impossible." I've tried not to think about it.

If that thought is' right '. Worst of all, I may have to trade one of the most important people in the world for love. Such a horrible future, I didn't want to think about it when I died.

But my best friend, "Dee," told me. He told me.

As for 'side chamber', it can also be called taboo, her mind. - Trust Shayla, she taught me to lighten Shayla's feelings.

The choice to doubt her does not exist in Shayla.

"... thanks. I'm sorry, Dee. Suddenly you ask me something weird."

"Uh... and I don't mind that though. Something wrong, Shayla?

"Yep. - I noticed."

"Did you notice? To what?"

- Be prepared and tell your esteemed best friend.

"Next to His Majesty, with the same gaze, I want to support His Majesty. Because His Majesty, the King, and that one, who is not, are equally important to me. The role… I don't want to give in, even to 'The Red Rose'"

That's what I realized.

Before I finished saying it all, I was hugged from behind.

"Great, Shayla! It would have been really hard to realize, admit, decide."

"Dee,"

"But thanks. I believed you would choose that path, not because someone told you to, but honestly to your heart. I respect your courage."

The joy of letting go, not anywhere. It is the highest praise.

I'm a little scared when this best friend tells me so far what I look like.

"Oh, relax, Dee. I want to be, and I don't want to give in, but as a matter of reality, I don't deserve that position at all."

"Why?"

"... you know. Your Majesty's neighbor belongs to Her Majesty the Queen. The righteous queen will also need her identity, her elegance, her social skills, her political skills, her later... her compassionate heart that thinks of the people, and her noble spirit. If anyone asks you who's combining them all in the present rear palace, I'll say Deanna too."

"There's enough love and ambition for Shayla, and the others are the ones with no problems at all with the follow-up, right? He said if we work hard now, we'll figure it out in a couple of years!

"... who are you?

"I don't care if you use the backwash. Well, there is no provision in the laws of this country that defines the identity of the righteous queen. As a rule, more than a countess daughter has just been chosen."

That's Dee. I am familiar with the law, as only officials involved in government affairs know it.

But that's not the only problem.

"Where you're happy, I'm sorry."

"Anything yet?

"I do. - In the rear palace now, my quest for the righteous queen is only a national disaster."

Yes. A righteous queen is not just the wife of a king.

It is a presence that shapes the future of the country, which is also of crucial political significance.

"Now the rear palace is settling somewhat because Deanna is putting together the 'Red Roses' to confront Peony. I can't change Deanna.... Peony tells me we're going to fight, but we can't be brave enough to fight without taking a step."

"Uh, well, the training ground is the number of places... hmm?

Dee in the back, silent for about three seconds.

"Shayla, what do you mean, Peony set up a war?

"Huh? Oh, at the New Year's Eve party. Holla, we, we exchanged gifts, didn't we?

"Yeah, of course I remember."

"I got lost after that. If you're wandering around, you can hear me talking. When I approached to hear the way back to the venue, it was Peony who was there."

"Oh, what, you were okay!?

"It's okay, because Peony didn't notice me. … Talk to me, I think I'll be busy picking you up"

I intend to keep Dee's secret even if she dies, but I don't have an in-laws to keep Peony's scandal (scandal) to myself. I'll try to expose it.

While I couldn't see his face, I could see Dee flashing.

"Meet and pull... I mean, I was talking to one of the guys, huh?

"It wasn't just a story, though."

"Wow."

"Since Deanna showed up, she's weakened her position..." she told the other person. So, consoled... "

into the adult scene, was the trend. That sight is, honestly, highly stimulating for a novice in love.

Shayla shakes her neck sideways while blushing slightly.

"Me, because, like I said, I was lost. I snuck after Peony, who broke up with the man, thinking that if I followed Peony, I could return to the venue.... Then I see Peony enter a room he doesn't know"

"... out of curiosity, I peeked?

"Oh, sorry"

My best friend sighed deeply.

"I'm glad I didn't find you, but please, don't do anything dangerous. She must still be disturbing you, even if she's grown up now."

"Though it may be so"

"If anything happens to you, I can't forgive myself.... So please, promise me"

Sincere words, over the back, echo directly to the heart.

"He said he would take care of himself. Whatever happens next, I want you to be ready to protect your life."

"Dee......"

- Please, Shayla.

"... yeah, I get it. I promise."

I can see that Dee was relieved by Shayla's words.

"Ah," Dee whined as she grinned zero relief.

"By the way, Shayla. Did you see the face of the man you were pulling with Peony?

"To the face... there was a distance, so it was clear"

"Anything is fine. Don't you ever remember?

"Right... he was a young man. I don't think it has arrived at thirty. Taller than a peony... ah"

At that time, Shayla remembered what she thought was unusual.

"Hair"

"Hair?"

"My hair was a rare color. Red silver, I think. It's metallic red, but unlike red gold, it feels thin. It was so long, it looked extra prominent."

I remember that it looked like the moonlight and it was beautiful.

Heh... Dee, whining, seemed to be thinking of something.

"Later... yes, because Peony called me 'Baron'. You must have a baron position."

"An estimated twenties, red-silver haired, baroness man..."

"... helpful, could it help?

"That's very, very valuable information."

"Good, then"

If it helped my dear best friend, most importantly.

I was just relieved, and an unexpectedly strong wind blew. - In the cold, I tremble unexpectedly.

Like I panicked, Dee says.

"Don't, if I were you. I was gonna come here to be careful not to chill my body on Shayla, but I accidentally talked to her."

"No, it's on my own that I was blurring out."

"Still, Hola, back, back!

He grabbed me by the shoulder and twirled me towards the building. I laugh bitterly at her forcefully.

"Oh, well, this shawl..."

"Oh, it's good, I knitted it in my spare time. If you give it back to me the next time I see you."

... Although the knitting is terribly neat for hand play, and the patterned knitting on the hem is splendid. Until you told me, I just thought it was knitted by a professional craftsman. Really, I'm amazed at the breadth of this friend's art.

"... then I'll borrow it. Dee shouldn't be sitting around for long, either, right?

"Thank you. Sounds like there's a brief feast in the back palace before some season closing night club. Be careful with each other so you don't catch a cold"

Speaking of which, such a circular was coming. The official date will follow, but the season closing night club is the end of this month, so at least by the end of this month, all side rooms and - the king - will have the opportunity to get together.

(... I want to see you)

My best friend dropped me off, and as I went back to my room, Shayla thinks.

Now, in the midst of misery, it will be desperate, that one.

While at the apex of this rear palace, I am heartbroken by numerous misunderstandings, and still look forward to Rin - to a strong, somewhere, brittle one.

(Look at my face, I need to talk to you -)

Letters alone.

... voice, alone.

- I'm sure Shayla's not satisfied anymore.