Chapter 459: : Paper

Chapter 459: : Paper



Is my hearing deceiving me right now? How can Prince Fraser say he wants me to sit beside him?

There's no way he said that!

"Do I need to repeat myself, Csille? I said take his seat."

Excuse me? You want me to sit beside you? Are you out of your mind? How do you expect me to sit beside you after everything that's happened these past few days?

How can he allow Princess Paislee to stand for the entire meeting? It could last for an hour or two. I understand it's her duty to protect him, but doesn't he care for her? How can he let someone he loves stand for so long without offering them a seat?

Doesn't he have a sweet bone in him? Or is he just an asshole that he doesn't care if Princess Paislee gets tired for standint up that long?

I was taken aback when Princess Paislee suddenly took my hand and guided me to sit beside Prince Fraser. I was too surprised to react and just stared at her, bewildered by what was happening.

Princess Paislee just gave me a reassuring smile and positioned herself behind Prince Fraser, while I continued to stare at her in confusion.

What on earth is going on right now?

"Csille, perhaps you need a refresher on proper etiquette," Prince Fraser's words startled me. I had been so caught up in the unusual situation that I forgot it's considered improper for a lady to stare at a man.

"Apologies, I was just confused by what was happening, and it slipped my mind," I quickly replied.

Prince Fraser stared at me for a moment before nodding and turning his attention to others in the meeting room.

"Now that everyone is here, let's proceed with the meeting. I hope we can reach a productive conclusion today," he began. "Colonel Randle, why don't you start? We'd like to hear your opinion on the best course of action against the Aeslaerean Kingdom."

Colonel Randle stood up and distributed documents detailing why he believed using force was the best strategy to resist the Aeslaerean Kingdom.

The suggestion was also supported by Doctor Leander, who believed that fighting back was preferable to being pushed back by the enemy.

Meanwhile, the rest of the people at the table leaned towards pursuing peace talks, fearing that escalating to war would pose greater risks and dangers.

Their arguments were heated, each holding firm to their opinions, and it seemed unlikely that they would reach a resolution soon.

Despite the intense discussion, I found myself unable to focus on the meeting because my mind kept wandering to how unusual it was that Prince Fraser hadn't reprimanded me today.

I also can't comprehend why he would want me to sit beside him. Me?! Csille Lauretré! The same person he wants to remove from his life.

So, why? Why did he let Princess Paislee give up her seat for me?

A shiver ran down my spine when someone whispered in my ear, "Your face is so red. Are you still not feeling okay?"

I instinctively moved back from him, causing Prince Fraser to frown at me. I expected him to get angry, but instead, he sighed and shook his head before extending his hand to touch my forehead.

"It seems like you don't have a fever. But why do you look so flushed?" He lowered his hand and shook his head. "You should have excused yourself if you're not feeling well, Csille."

His actions startled me, leaving me speechless as I stared at him. I hadn't noticed that the entire room had fallen silent.

"You do appear flushed. Are you feeling unwell again?"

I glanced at Brother Pascal and shook my head. How could they expect me to appear unaffected after what the Crown Prince had done?

How!!

Please... please be happy.

"Csille, is everything alright?"

Feeling my eyes welling up, I quickly break from the hug and offer him a reassuring smile. "I'm okay, Brother. I think I just miss mother and father."

Brother Pascal gazed affectionately at me and gently caressed my head. "I'm sure they miss you too. Please take better care of yourself. Aunt and Uncle wouldn't want to hear how much you're neglecting your well-being."

I nodded and gave him a reassuring smile, thanking him silently for his concern. Watching Brother Pascal leave, I entered my room with a sad smile. I sighed heavily and lay

down on my bed, feeling the weight of everything settling in.

Things are about to change, and right now, it's in the palm of my hand. I picked up the

whistle from the bedside table along with a small piece of paper.

"Should I really do this?"

My hand trembled as I held the paper and whistle. Deep down, I already knew the answer to

my question, but confronting it was another matter.

I didn't want to face it.

Tears start to roll down my face as I contemplate what I'm going to do. I know I don't really

have a choice, but deep down, I wish I did. I knew deep down that I had no other choice, but part of me desperately wished I did. This decision wasn't just about me, it was a matter of life and death for everyone here.

"You need to do this, Ysavel. You want to go home, right?" I choked on my words as I uttered

the word "home."

The word felt distant now, as though it referred to a place I once knew but no longer belonged

to.

That is the place where I should belong, yet my heart doesn't want to agree with me. Sobs continue to escape from my mouth as I hold the whistle tightly, wishing it would crumble in my hand. But no matter how much force I put into it, it didn't even bend. Just like my future. I couldn't bend it, no matter how much I wished I could.

I let my emotions take hold of me, acknowledging the fact that I am hurting right now. Because I know once I decide, there is no time for regrets.

After crying for a minute or so, I sit up on my bed and reluctantly write the words I never

wished to write.

I look at the contents of the small paper and sigh deeply before blowing the whistle. A minute later, I hear a small knock on my window and see a messenger bird scratching the glass.

I quickly stand up and open the window. The bird looks at me, raising its leg as if urging me to

hand over the small paper in my hand.

I sigh heavily and reluctantly hand the paper to the bird. It takes it and flies away

immediately, leaving me alone and in tears.

"It's official now. I've truly become the villainess of this world."