The villainess's slow prison life

Noblewoman Explodes Art

The moonlight cut through the dark, illuminating a slender form on the floor from the window. The moon was bright enough that one could read a newspaper off its light alone whereas the darkness around it was thick enough that it could contain anything in its inky pits.

Just beside the puddle of light in a quiet space, Rachel opened her eyes and raised her body from the cushion it was buried in.

"Uun.......I slept too much during the daytime."

Her eyes were clear and sleep had become impossible.
She had gotten too excited because there was nobody there to get angry at her, so she took a long nap. She had become overwhelmed by living alone.

Rachel gave up on trying to sleep and rose to her feet. She was able to see with just the moonlight coming through the ventilation.

"........a good moon huh. I wonder if tonight's moon is a full one."

Rachel narrowed her eyes as she gazed up towards the brightly shining circle in the sky, and rather than returning to her blanket once again, she came up with a grand idea.
Transporting a couple of the wooden crates, she made a makeshift staircase to the bottom of the window.

"Good idea."

Taking up her carrying case with her, she climbed up the wooden stairs she had created. Sitting on the top row and looking out the window, she enjoyed the nighttime breeze.

"I feel emotional playing towards the moon."

Rachel then pulled out her favorite instrument from its case, and with a dreamy look on her face, brought it to her lips.

In the starry night sky, a light tone echoed throughout.

The pajamas Prince Elliott wore to bed consisted of only a nightgown. But after slipping on a pair of nearby slippers, he still jumped out of bedroom and rushed to the dungeon just like that.
He was making quite the intense face, yet his voice was quiet when he asked,

"Rachel, do you have something you want to say to me?"

Rachel was there holding her instrument with the iron bars separating them, and seeing that they were wearing matching nightgowns, she shyly covered her front with her arms.

"Your Highness.........coming to a maiden's room this late at night, you know it's not something to be praised right?"

One beat, two beats of silence passed.
Elliott kicked the iron bars with his slipper covered toes.

"That's not it!? You have something to say, other than that! Something like, sorry for causing trouble!? Even though it's late at night, I shouldn't have been blowing out all these bleatings from a trumpet!"
"Your Highness.......do you believe this to be a trumpet? Although it is in the brass family, in a narrow sense it is actually different from a trumpet........"
"I know! Do you think I care about such things!? Are you feeling sentimental seeing the full moon, so you decided to start making this racket at midnight!?"
"Yes."
"In such a situation, why are you playing Sing Sing Sing and Little Brown Jug!? What kind of feeling are you going for!?"
"My........Your Highness, you're quite well educated."
"Don't be a fool! Okay, then how about we go with this next!? This time we'll mobilize the knight's order, and we'll turn you into a hedgehog!"
"That could be a good look for me if I do say so myself........"

Elliott stomped back to his room in a huff while Rachel put her trumpet back in its case chuckling to herself.

"The probability of it reaching him was about fifty percent, but since the direction of the wind looked good, it was worth the effort."

Melting into the cushion, Rachel gave it a few *PonPon* pats, and feeling satisfied, lied her head back down.

"Ah.........because I was able to enjoy the magnificent tearful face of His Highness, I should be able to sleep well tonight."