A maid passed her a glass of water, and her eyes flashed with a strange light when she saw the princess drink it down. Cyra drank the water to clear out her throat; her expression beca constipated, and the word husband left a bad taste in her mouth when she rembered that incident in her past. 'What a scum,' and she gets the sa feeling from her absent husbands she hasn't seen yet.
your wife is clearly fighting for her life and you don't even show up. These left a bad impression of them in her mind. She felt so disgusted. Thank God Ingrid asked before she ate, or she would lose her appetite.
Ingrid saw her expression and wondered if she fought with them again. Her brows squeezed in dissatisfaction with her failure of a daughter who couldn't do anything right. After marrying a prominent family to her, she couldn't reap the advantage.
''Rest well.'' Those were her last words before she walked away. At that mont, she didn't know she wouldn't be able to see her daughter again.
Cyra saw her mother walk out, and this sounded an alarm in her head. She has to digest all the mories before she is caught off by these kinds of questions. She sorted through her mories and found traces of her husband. 'could these still be called marriage. what the hell is this?'
What she gathered: her husband's family were prominent aristocrats in the kingdom. They were the concubine's sons of the family. Her mind flashed through their feminine behaviour and their sickly appearance. They looked like a handso gigolo: pale skin, long hair, a fragile body and a weird shrill-like tone. She felt brain hurting, and she almost threw up her already-digested food. Her preference is tall, take off your clothes muscular type with healthy skin. She really can't see her future with her husbands. And she knew it was the norm for n to look like that. She feels that her body will remain pure forever, and even her famine husband despises her existence and stays clear of her path.
Her mind not digesting -she was reincarnated into a reversal gender world, and she is supposed to be a muscular woman and take authority like a man. And normal muscular n are seen as weird people.
She was walking around touring the castle feeling excited and at the sa ti lonely. She smiled, thinking positively, that she would leave her life peacefully without any absurd thought of fighting for the throne. But she didn't know her life would soon take a drastic turn. She felt weak and thought she was not yet cured of the drowning incident.
she hoped she wouldn't co across anyone of her so-called husbands. Unfortunately, after that thought crossed her mind, she saw delicate pale figures approaching. She was about to escape, but they had seen her already. She put up a calm face, trying to face whatever shenanigans they were up to. "Which kind of bad luck is this?'' she cursed under her breath.
''Your Highness, may the Moon Goddess grant you good health.'' They bowed and chorused together as if practiced.
''You may rise, my king consort. I would take my leave,'' Cyra answered in a formal tone, her face expressionless. She was about to move forward, but they still blocked her way. She was feeling annoyed, and she wanted to rest. Her tone ca out snarkily, ''Why did you block this princess's way? What is it you need?''
One of them with green hair, his eyes darted around, feeling imnse guilt about what they were about to do. He clenched his hands and pressed down his guilt. 'He must do it for his future.' He put up a pleading smile and spoke softly.
''Your Highness... It's urgent...we promise not to bother you. We need your help with sothing.'' He pulled her hand as the other took the other. Crya felt goosebumps on her body. She wanted to remove her hands, but they were surprisingly strong. They dragged her, smiling at the servants that they passed by.
They went to a secluded part of the library, pressing a book down, a hidden room open. At this mont Cyra felt sothing was very wrong. She tried to move her hands, but she felt herself getting weaker. She felt a chill in her heart when she rembered the water the maid gave her in the dining room.
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