The lady they always knew would always lash out on the servants and buy everything that she wanted.

She'd always go out and chase the crown prince. She'd always hang out with her friends. She'd always bully Abigail Brown.

They wondered where that hateful lady went.

"Ngh... What is it?" Elle sat up from her bed.

"Invitations from other households are piling up, my lady. Are you going to attend one today?"

"No."

"As you wish. I'll burn it right away." Nathalia got the message. She then bowed and left afterwards.

*Clack*

The whole room was quiet.

Elle was still lying on the bed, all relaxed.

She never felt comfortable like this in her last life before.

All she felt that time was suffocation, darkness, and the feeling of being trapped.

This time, she was free.

There was no longer an automatic machine that would provide her food in a certain time, no more notes from an unknown someone, no more hopeless actions to do from now on.

She loved that feeling.

Except, what exactly do you call that feeling?

"My lady." Nathalia's voice passed through on the other side of the door.

"Yes?"

"You have a visitor."

"Who is it?" Elle yawned.

"It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. It seems like he wants to see you."

"Oh.." Elle stared blankly on the door. "Why?"

"Last, last week, you poured hot tea on Lady Abigail. Maybe the crown prince heard of it and he wants to talk about why you did that."

Elle remembered such no actions of doing that. Maybe the past Eurielle did.

"I see..." Elle softly sighed.

"Who is he again?"

...

In the living room, a man was sitting in the sofa all alone.

He exuded an overwhelming aura that only the royals have.

Scarlet hair and red eyes. It's the symbolism of the imperial blood.

It's already been few minutes since Eurielle's lady in waiting called her.

'Where is she?'

Gabriel Evergreen. Heir to the throne, the one and only crown prince of the Evergreen Empire.

He knows that Eurielle is a Grand Duke's daughter but making a royalty wait is crossing the line.

Gabriel stood up from his seat and straightened himself.

"Your highness." His knight bowed.

"We're leaving now."

*Tak* *Tak*

Suddenly, he heard few steps coming from the stairs.

There he saw her.

A loose expression, a calm demeanor, an uninterested face.. it was Eurielle.

Her long black hair went down to her waist and her black eyes looked dull but very intriguing.

He never saw this appearance of Eurielle before.

The Eurielle he knows was the one who always wore heavy makeup whilst chasing him with annoying actions.

"I greet his royal highness." Eurielle said in a soft tone as she curtsied gracefully.

But remembering her actions from before, the crown prince's face immediately expressed irritation.

"We need to talk." He couldn't forgive her for hurting Abigail.

"Please take a seat, your highness."

"No need. I'm just here to tell you that I don't want you near Abigail anymore. If I hear that you're doing something ridiculous again I'm afraid that I will be the one to do something ridiculous to you."

Eurielle raised her drooping head and stared directly at him.

"I understand. Then on behalf of me, please convey my apology to Lady Brown."

"Ha! How about you do that yourself huh? Are you that shameless to use me and say your apologies to her?"

"But your highness said that you don't want me near Lady Brown anymore."

"You-"

"Oh, I know. Since your highness can't do it, I'll just apologize through writing a letter."

Eurielle's tone since earlier was still the same until the end.

There was no emotion in her voice.

The prince took it as mockery.

"You dare... From now on, do not appear in front of me. You make me sick. And make Abigail cry one more time.. I'll kill you if you do that." He glared at her.

After that, the prince finally left the mansion.

"My lady." Nathalia called out.

"Bring me a pen and paper. I need to write something."

"Right away, my lady."

Eurielle sat on the sofa and slowly positioned herself to lie on it. She closed her eyes and few minutes later...

She fell asleep.

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