Chapter 452: : Deserve

Chapter 452: : Deserve



"Csille?"

I glance at Brother Pascal, acting as if I don't get what he means.

"Heard what, Brother? That Prince Fraser is arguing with Sir Farren?"

Brother Pascal shakes his head. "Not just that. What his highness said afterward-that someone from the royal family has feelings for Sir Farren?"

I pretended to be shocked by the news, even exaggerating my expression and tone to seem believable. "What! What do you mean? Did his highness say that? I don't remember, Brother."

Brother Pascal stares at me for a moment before letting out a sigh. "Maybe I was mistaken," he mumbles.

"Mistaken about what?"

He just shakes his head and continues walking to our rooms. "Nothing, let's get going. It's already late, and I'm sure you're tired from the journey. Let's rest now."

I heave a sigh of relief. It wouldn't be good for the storyline if anyone besides the main leads knew about the romance happening among them.

Brother Pascal stops at his door and looks at me. "Csille, are you sure you didn't hear anything?"

My heart races when he asks that question again. I thought he had brushed it off, but I guess it's not something that can easily be dismissed.

I look at him, ensuring he sees the confusion in my eyes. "Brother? What do you mean?"

I hear him take a deep breath and shake his head. "Never mind. You should rest now. Don't try to return to your office to resume working. I'm keeping an eye on you. If you want to continue working, you better listen, Csille."

I nod at him. How can I continue working after what I heard earlier?

"I won't. I'm actually so exhausted that I feel like I'll fall asleep as soon as I lay down." I give him a sweet smile. "Good night, Brother. I'll see you tomorrow."

Without waiting for his response, I head straight into my room. I don't bother looking around or unpacking my things. All I can think about is Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee's conversation.

Why are they having a conversation like that? And who is Prince Fraser referring to? A royal has feelings for Princess Paislee?

Who could it be? Is it the Crown Prince himself, Prince Fraser? Or is it Prince Rufus?Nôv(el)B\\jnn

However, no matter how much I think about it, I can't figure out who that royal might be.

I groan in frustration and lie on my bed. It would have been better if I had stayed a little longer to listen to their conversation. But I couldn't do that with Brother Pascal there.

I put a pillow over my face and scream into it. I'm so frustrated that I just need to let it out. Everything is so messed up. Every time I try to keep things aligned with the storyline, something happens to mess it all up.

A shiver runs down my spine as the cold night breeze hits me. Unable to sleep, I decided to walk around the department to tire myself out.

My thoughts keep drifting back to the conversation between Princess Paislee and Prince Fraser.

"Who was he talking about? Who likes whom?" I mumble to myself.

I was about to turn a corner when I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Dame Csille? You're here?" Princess Paislee's gaze lingers on me for a moment. "When did you arrive?"

I return her stare, noticing the exhaustion etched on her face. She seems worn out, She appears older than the last time I saw her.

"Dame Csille?"

Shaking my head, I respond, "Apologies, I couldn't help but notice your current state. You look..."

Princess Paislee smiled sadly at me. "Terrible? I know. There's been a lot going on since the explosion, and we've barely had enough sleep or rest. I'm sorry if my appearance makes you uncomfortable."

I shake my head. She doesn't look that bad. She just looks so exhausted. I'm pretty sure once she gets enough sleep, she'll look better.

I shook my head. "No, that's not what I meant, Sir Farren. You just look tired." I sighed. "I'm sorry, it's my fault you haven't been able to rest properly. If only I were here to help you with the work, you wouldn't have had to work so hard."

"Please don't blame yourself, Dame Csille. You were injured, so how could we let you work despite your injuries?" She then stares at me worriedly. "I heard from His Highness that you've fully recovered already. Is it true? Is that why you're here?"

"I deserve what Sir Farren?"

She gazes at me with a smile and says, "You deserve all the love from people because of how

you empathize with them. Honestly, I thought you held prejudice against people who love the same gender. But I realize now that I need to reassess my judgments. I apologize for that."

"No need to apologize. I understand why you had that impression. But there's something I don't quite grasp, Sir Farren. Why did you ask that question?"

I notice her tense up for a moment before she meets my gaze. "I just happen to know someone who's going through a similar situation."

I made an effort to keep my facial expressions neutral, especially since Princess Paislee was watching me closely.

Even a slight hint of emotion from me could potentially affects her relationship with Prince

Fraser.

I couldn't allow that to happen, not now that Princess Paislee has developed feelings for

Prince Fraser.

I nod in understanding. "I see. Did you ask that question because you're concerned about

them?" Princess Paislee agrees. "I am. Frankly, I don't comprehend why a man would choose to be in a relationship with another man. How can he risk everything for a man?"

It's love. He's willing to risk the throne just to be with Princess Paislee, and I'm certain he'll

do everything to protect her once the truth is revealed that she's the precious Crown Princess of the Aeslaerean Kingdom.

"It is something we might not fully understand. But as someone who is close with that

person, I do think it's best to just support them. The society is already hard on them, they need someone who'll remind them that their love isn't wrong."

Princess Paislee stares intently at me, as if she wants to see something from me. "What will

you do if it's someone you love?"

Someone I love? She is really talking about Prince Fraser but I don't understand why we are having this conversation? Did she bring this up just to get my approval?

But why would she want to? I mean, I'm just an ex-fiancée of Prince Fraser. So, technically she doesn't really need my approval of their relationship.

I shrug my shoulders. "My opinion doesn't really matter. As long as the person I love will be

happy in that relationship, then why would I disapprove?"

I heard her sigh. I'm not sure if I heard it right, but I definitely sense a hint of disappointment

in that sigh.

But why? Why would she be disappointed? I thought she bring this conversation up because

she wants to get my approval?

I don't understand what is happening right now.

"But what if he is just confused?"

I frown. I don't know where this conversation is going. "Confused with his feelings? Then I

don't want to. If he truly have feelings for me then there wouldn't be a second person. I would rather support his new relationship than to continue what we had."

Silence fell between us, and we resumed staring at the moon, each lost in our own thoughts.

"He loves you, Dame Csille."

I smile sadly. Loves me? That's a lie. If he really did, we wouldn't be having this conversation

right now.