Princess Francesca explained to me the design of the greenhouse and the plants plainly as she toured the garden.
This rose garden, the same goes for the vitreous ceilings, but it's amazing how well you can regulate temperature and humidity!
This place is full of roses, but His Majesty wants to build another one, a compartment where all the exotic plants are collected.
An exotic plant?... kinda looking forward to it.
The equipment that can be watered automatically is Cardina's scientific standard, how?
When asked if it was magic, the princess told me that it was not magic but simply changing the water pressure with some gear to do the water.
Very strange!
"There's no greenhouse in the Vaza house mansion?
"I do, though. My father and mother aren't very interested, so the gardeners just look around regularly."
Father says flowers are preferable to be in the field as much as he can, and doesn't seem to attract much heart to greenhouse flowers, and Mother, who doesn't like bugs, isn't interested in anything but cut flowers with people's hands on them.
I'm a child who doesn't really care about bugs and dirt, so I'd like to try growing flowers in a greenhouse, if I can, without worrying about time or the weather, although I may be close to my father.
I can't do something as stunning as Princess Rose Garden. But I wonder if I can get a little hands on the mansion's greenhouse.
How fun would it be to put a table in the corner of the greenhouse and have a cup of tea and get some sunlight to read?
When she began to wonder if she had called me to talk about the greenhouse to her pleasant appearance of walking in the garden, the princess stopped her legs in front of an old wooden bench placed unwrought, not caring about the dirt on her dress, and sat back.
Invite me.
I hesitated for a moment to sit back because I was a light-colored dress.
I'm not so attentive myself, but it's a hundred million bucks to defile my mother's favorite dress and buy her unhappiness or imagine the samurai washing my dress with wrinkles around her nose.
The princess who noticed how I was doing spreads her handkerchief so that I can sit down.
"I'm sorry. Until now it wasn't well repaired."
"Thank you, Your Highness"
"Yeah, you're welcome"
The princess puts a cheek wand on her lap and looks at me.
The watery gaze is fixed on me, so I'm kind of undecided.
Um, the princess nodded and opened her mouth.
"Remilia and my eyes look the same."
"Huh?"
"My late father and my mother say my eyes are the same, but I feel closer to Remilia and me..."
"Is it?
I tilted my neck.
I think the princess is more transparent than my eyes.
"That's what Singh said, so I guess I'm pretty sure"
"That's... yeah, maybe"
Singh says she knows everything about the princess. Maybe it tastes the same color than I think.
But that's a bit of an endless story.
Just because the Princess and my eyes are the same color doesn't mean I can be a princess.
"What does the story have to do with the color of my eyes?
Without seeing the intent of the story, I tilted my neck. It's kind of weird for a princess who doesn't like to put it too far-fetched.
With that, it became a cold way of saying Remilia-specific... well, it's also too friendly as if people suddenly changed. I think so, okay.
The princess smiled bitterly.
It was more of a wind to me than a wind to myself.
"What we have in common with what I want to talk about…"
"Yes."
"Actually, no."
I don't know!
I stumble in my brain. What is it?
Talking to the princess alone. I was so nervous about the event, both "Remilia" and "I", for the opposite reason!
Unexpectedly half-eyed, the princess coughed with Cohon. It's hard to cut out the story, blurry.
"I don't really have anything to do with it... I mean, I think Remilia's eyes and mine are the same color,"
"Ha."
"So I have a casual intimacy with Remilia."
"... Yes"
Really...!
I was heartily surprised.
Although I follow my memories, the princess was mostly treating me one step away, and I thought she thought I was about the head of a troublesome relative... I took the liberty of malice...
"So glad Remilia didn't get hurt in a carriage accident, I am, from the bottom of my heart"
"Thank you"
"So I'm not really serious about steaming back... oh, I'm not talking about apologies, that's enough"
As I was increasingly perplexed, the princess looked at me as if she had chosen the word.
"I need to ask you something... Where was Remilia going that day?
"That day, is it?
I spoke, remembering.
"From my grandfather's mansion, I was about to return"
I went to the mansion of my maternal grandfather, Count Kaminski, and was about to return.
"Through that narrow road?
It's a shortcut to my grandfather's mansion.
"Remilia, did you visit alone?
I cover my neck.
Of course, there must be no such thing as a child like me going outside alone. To you, Miss Azel, a tutor. A few of the escorts my grandfather prepared.
"The squire will, though. So, Remilia, go alone to Count Kaminski's mansion? What about the Duke or his wife?
"I was actually planning on going with my mother. But my mother, it's not convenient. But my grandfather really wanted to see me."
My mother thought to herself that the makeshift stitching of the peacock dress had not ended, and the princess thought, hmm.
"The carriage belongs to the Duke's house? Even then, a welcome from Count Kaminski?
"... from my grandfather. It was an invitation to all the carriages and your people, so I thought it would be safe without my mother."
Yes, the princess nodded and stood up, "I'm sorry to hear something weird.
I blink.
"Is that all?
"Yeah, that's all. Sorry.... Actually, I'm thinking of buying a new horse as well, but the place to buy it is the same merchant as Count Kaminski. Similar..., I thought it would be scary if they sold horses that cause eclampsia"
"Yes, what is it"
That's all the princess was, and she laughed and pulled my hand again and let me stand up. Fold the handkerchief and look behind my dress.
"It's okay. It's not dirty anywhere, so don't worry"
I blew out lightly.
"Remilia? What's the matter, man?
"... Your Highness, it's like a knight"
The princess bent her lips slightly awkwardly.
Francesca is tall, and her face is riddled. If I take off my dress and come to the courtesy, I'm going to be a nice prince.
When she was in her stomach, everyone thought the prince would be born because the face of Her Majesty Beatrice, the stomach stirrups, and the divination all showed that she was a "prince" again.
Because she grew up listening to me like that, the princess has a somewhat neutral atmosphere.
"Trying to be feminine, I'm thinking. Hard to do well... When I was little, I wondered if it was because I wanted to be a prince..."
Regardless of Queen Beatrice, I know the ministers are sorry that Francesca is not a prince.
Somewhere, I laughed vaguely at the bitter look on my face, too.
If Francesca had been a prince, tensions between the old and the new royal would have been more relaxed than they are now.
There is only one edge the queen can bond with, but the king can deepen the relationship in several houses and marriages.
In that case, I would have been Francesca's fiancée candidate, not Henrik.
"Your Highness, do you like horses?
I changed the subject.
"Yeah, I like it. I guess I prefer horseback riding to horses. The feeling of wind becomes a habit. My mother's good at it, and it could be hereditary."
"Speaking of which, Master Singh is also good"
I have also heard that the previous kings are excellent riders.
"Sin is more like a horseback rider than a horseback rider, I don't know, you say it sounds like we're running together... that's an anomaly. Let me know when Remilia is also good at horseback riding. Let's take a long ride together."
"… an honor, Your Highness"
Back under the arch of the rose, talking without obstacles around.
Sin and the others welcomed the princess with a smile and beside her, Henrik was blue with his mouth flat.
Oh, you had a little drink, Sin's tea.
The rest of his time was in the salon, where he spent time with Henrik and his other cousins.
Henrik did not disobey the princess's orders (she smiled and was pressed in precaution that she would not forgive me if I removed them), but unexpectedly, she was praised by her surroundings (saying that it was nice to give flowers to the princess herself, that she could get a rose from the Duke of Kalisch, it looked too good on her, etc.), and at the end of the day, she was feeling very well.
Seeing my cousin checking the position of the rose as she nicked in the hallway back home, I deepened my determination to destroy my engagement.
You're gonna love that.
That's Henrik.
Switching is to be done, like the disease….
Father seems to have made the women's dance opponents scatter to His Majesty. When he greeted me in the carriage, he was nearing his back.
I am quickly spoken of by Stannis, a samurai who boarded with me, with a resolute determination that he will not go to a place where more than ten humans will gather for the next six months.
Normally, samurai don't ride in the same carriage as their husbands, but Stannis is special because he also serves as his father's escort.
"What do you say when you're young, sir"
"I don't have a tight body. If you get too close to someone you're not close to, your heart will wear out. Look, Stannis. My heart was brittle and rubbed off. I won't recover for six months! It was a terrible night at all......!
Also, I'm talking about something like a pull, this unfortunate father. Thirty, and Stannis, who, as the chief samurai, is young but has a lot of gray hair, suppresses his forehead in terms of thoughtful tannins, and the younger is my best! and distressed.
Gardener Mikhau is a boy, Stannis is young.
I wonder if my father is sorry because there are people who allow it. And I think my young daughter.
"Father, I'm so sorry. And so many dawns... thank you, thank you."
When I said I was terrified, Father pointed his mouth and messed up my hair and laughed a little.
"Remilia"
"Yes!"
"Have you made up with Sin?"
"Forgive me, please"
I choked my neck vertically.
"Hmm. Well, good for you"
He doesn't seem to care at all that he cut all the roses generously. I'm so glad.
Any progress with you I admire? And I was told, totally! and give up and answer well.
Instead of making progress, we have reconfirmed the friendship between His Highness and Singh...
"Master Yunker's son, perhaps, has forgiven... and I think. Thank you so much."
Father laughs at Nico.
"Yes, that's still good. Me and Yadovica deserved to be cut."
Whatever your father is, Mother...?
In my ear tilting my neck, Father whispered the name of a certain plant.
Mother's! of the cause of abdominal pain......!
To me, Father, it's forbidden for an amateur to make pills, and never again, if you imitate people to take poison, right? say.
Then it was broken......!
With a cold sweat and a cocky snort, Father looked forward to the view flowing out the small window with pleasure.
"Well, it turns out there's a weed that beats Yadovica's iron stomach and intestine, which is probably the best harvest this time..."
You can't poison people, Father.
Have you thought about trying...?
"Hey, Stannis."
"What is it, my lady?"
Refreshing my mind, I asked a competent escort and squire.
"What happened to that carriage's... escaped horse?
Stannis frowns.
"Rest assured, my lady. You'll never let a horse like that near your daughter again."
Uh, no.
"I'm not blaming you, I wonder what happened. He fell on a cliff and died?... If so, poor thing."
Stannis is a little fed up by the merciful dialogue that came out of Remilia's mouth. Yes, I'm sorry you're always arrogant. I repent, yes.
His father spoke with clams when he glanced at Stannis, who was having difficulty responding.
"I guess they were poisoning me. Running... drowning on the side of the water field."
"Sir!
You didn't want to put it in the child's ear, Stannis seeped the blame slightly into his voice. I stared at my father.
Father says, "I can't help but bend the facts" in various tones.
"We have many enemies of the old royal family. Be careful with Remilia, too."
"Yes, Father.... the horse was poisoned, no doubt?
"I can't think of anything else"
"Azel knows about that...?
Our PR walking, Miss Azel.
"Of course. Is there anything she doesn't know about our family?
Oh, that's very scary, Father...
"Well, be careful."
I remembered the princess's words in the salon, nodding to a special victory, yes.
If Azel knew, of course, the princess would have known that the cause of my horse's rampage was poison, not horse eclampsia, etc.
Yet I wonder why I put it that way.
What the hell did the princess want to hear from me?
I thought about it and went back to the mansion.