Chapter 89

She could only tilt her head.

“Oh that’s right.”

At that moment, Darrel called her as if he had remembered something.

“Princess.”

“Yes?”

“Are you interested in embroidery?”

‘Embroidery’? That . . . What did it mean in the kingdom language? Where had she heard the pronunciation?

Rieta placed her fingertips on her lips and turned her gaze slightly.

Then she saw a small tapestry adorning one side of her hallway.

It was beautifully embroidered by the Duchess, and has been hanging here for years.

Oh, yes. ‘Brocade’!

For a moment, Rieta’s eyes widened. It was a word she hadn’t used in a long time and she had forgotten it for a moment.

[“Above all, embroidery is something a mother teaches her children. The Princess will need a chance to learn it too”.]

It was also a word that used to slightly upset Rieta. How did she forget?

“Ah, maybe you still don’t know what embroidery is. So . . .”

“I know!”

Rieta mimicked sewing with her hands.

“This is how you do it, like this.”

“There are no words you really don’t know, now.”

Facing Darrel’s admiration, Rieta became a little embarrassed.

In fact, it was a word she had forgotten.

“But why are you embroidering?”

“There is a spring hunting contest soon.”

“Ah.”

Rieta clapped her hands slightly.

If it was a hunting contest, of course she knew the reason.

In particular, the spring hunting competition was the first spring outing of the nobility, making it a very important social gathering place.

There were several attractions in the contest, among which the ladies showed off each other’s embroidery skills.

Must I go and show off my embroidery skills?

If that was the case, she was worried.

She didn’t even know how to sew torn clothing, let alone embroider.

. . . And if there was someone targeting for the Duke, what if they were the ones who offered to teach her?

Had she known this, she would have learned from the maid over the winter.

“Why are you making such a worried face?”

“That . . .

Rieta wiggled her hands and answered cautiously.

“I can’t sew. I won’t be able to show off my embroidery skills.”

“Oh my gosh.”

Darrell put his hand on his forehead and shook his head quickly.

“I didn’t mean to say that. I was just trying to tell you that you can choose a schedule.”

“Schedule?”

“Would you like to go hunting with the Duke? Or will you stay in the tent and watch me embroider?”

“Darrel . . . is embroidering?”

“When I was young, I learned a little from my mother. She said I should at least know how to write a name.”

It was something he learned from his mother.

Rieta was somewhat envious of him.

Did he notice what was on her mind? Darrel cautiously made another suggestion.

“Well, if the Princess wishes it, I can teach you a little.”

“Really? I can’t sew at all . . .

“It’s okay. The Princess will be able to learn to sew in no time.”

He nodded, and Rieta just had a brilliant idea.

It was about Noel.

In the original story, when the female protagonist’s dress was torn, there was a scene where the male protagonist sewed it up like crazy.

Actually, it was a rather heartbreaking scene.

Because they were close to each other, while using sewing as an excuse.

Rietta imagined what it would be like to have Noel active in that scene.

Obviously, the female lead will think better of Noel!

Rieta clapped her hands a little and shouted this.

“I think it would be great if we could learn embroidery together with Noel too!”

* * *

But, as always, Rieta’s plan went awry.

The morning of the hunting competition.

On the way to the royal hunting grounds by riding a carriage with Noel and following the warm sunlight.

Rieta suggested to Noel, who was sitting across from her, ‘How about learning to embroider?’ with a slightly sinister face.

“No.”

“Don’t, don’t you like it? Why?”

When Rieta asked in disappointment, he crossed his arms and grunted in dissatisfication.

“Why would I like to stay in a tent in this nice weather and look at the tip of a needle?”

He pretended to shoot a bow and smiled with anticipation.

Well, Noel was really good with bows.

Even the Duke praises him.

It was only natural for him to look forward to the hunting competition.

“Um . . . Then, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Rieta bowed her head deeply.

She wished he could have learned to embroider with her.

Even for his future.

“I will learn embroidery by myself.”

Rieta’s resigned face was still full of disappointment.

Looking at her, Noel felt a sense of remorse for no reason.

But he was more interested in hunting than embroidery, so he had no intention of changing his mind.

“. . . Why would I learn something like sewing in the first place?”

“If you learn it, it will be useful.”

“Where would I use it?”

“You can have your name embroidered on an object. Very pretty.”

“Even if I don’t do that, no one touches my stuff.”

“Or maybe it will help when your clothes are torn.”

“Are you going to make me sew the hem of your dress?!”

“No, not me.”

Rieta was about to say ‘the female lead’s’ without realizing it, but she quickly shut her mouth.