It was the Queen’s breakfast meeting. As it was for the noble ladies who helped with the treating centre, Margaret had to show up. She had to wear a dress at a place where commoners go and overpay to fit a dress as she couldn’t go to the dress shops where noble ladies went.
At Elena En Sethang’s appearance, all the ladies stood from their seats. Margaret bit her lips as they lightly bowed to the Duchess. Elena looked around and found Margaret then approached her. “Miss Surah, you’ve done well taking care of rough work,” she said with an elegant smile.
Margaret’s eyes opened wide at the Duchess’s kind words. Elena En Sethang. The Queen’s official deputy and her assistant. To have her be kind to her was unbelievable.
“N, no. As long as the Queen needs me, I will always work hard.”
“Oh my, what a good attitude for such a young lady.”
The Duchess grabbed Margaret’s hands. Even though she was in her late 40s, the Duchess’s hands were smooth as silk. Her hands on the other hand…
Margaret tried to hide her hands out of shame, but the Duchess shook her hands.
“Don’t do that. Be proud. You’ve done so much for the Queen.”
Yes, she does laundry very well. She can’t fit a dress. Ah, but can she throw tea well?
The ladies let out an evil laughter. Margaret’s face blushed bright red and veins could be seen along her neck. The Duchess turned around while patting her hands, “Stop.”
All the cruel jokes stopped with that one word.
Margaret’s eyes shone. It’s this lady. She had to be on the Duchess’s good side for her future to be bright. “M, madam. I really… can do whatever. For the Queen and for you.” Margaret pretended to be naïve and stammered as she bowed politely.
But Elena En Sethang was laughed inside. She was the queen bee of the society of ladies. That wasn’t something anyone could do. Margaret’s greedy eyes and her pretenses of naivety. It was all a child’s play for Elena. As she glanced to her side, Marchioness Lasian was looking at her confused.
Her face screamed: What are you doing with that young trash, madam?
Elena just smiled.
***
The Queen’s breakfast meeting was held in a restaurant full with soft morning sunlight.
Margaret never saw such a beautiful restaurant in her entire life. Beautiful coloured glasses, crystal chandeliers, pretty glasses, fancy chairs, extravagant food, and ladies who look more beautiful than all of this. She couldn’t believe her luck for being part of all of this. Especially…
“The Queen is entering.”
She shuddered when the Queen entered, looking more beautiful and fancy than anyone.
Rosemary En Letaire. The Queen of En Letaire. She was twenty three this year and her beauty was comparable to a rose basked in morning dew. Her elegant and small face had beauty that seemed to be holding some sort of secret. Her shoulders were round and her skin was as white as snow. Unlike her elegant face, her silhouette was sensual. She wore a white dress and blue heels; she was the personification of elegance.
“Elena.”
The Queen looked for Elena after she entered. Elena En Sethang light bowed at such trust.
“Yes, my Queen. Elena En Sethang, at your service.”
“You’ve done well.”
Margaret saw that the Queen spoke with Elena the most. It seemed like it’s true that she was the closest person to the Queen. She sat on the left of the Queen.
The next person she spoke to was obviously…
“Marchioness Lasian.”
As the Queen turned her head, Marchioness Lasian, sitting at her right, smiled softly and bowed, “At your service.”
“You’ve done well at the treatment centre.”
The Queen congratulated the Marchioness in a low voice.
“Not at all. Lasians are loyal servant of the Royal family so use us as you please.”
Margaret was waiting for the Queen to speak to her but it was no use. The Queen only spoke to Duchess En Sethan and Marchioness Lasian before taking her seat. As the Queen settled down, the ladies sat down in turn. Of course, Margaret had to stand until the very end.
She could barely hear what the Queen, the Duchess and the Marchioness were talking about. The table in the restaurant was so long that Margaret had to eat the very end of it. No one around her spoke to her. They smirked at her dress. The only reason they weren’t doing it openly was because Duchess Sethang had told them to stop.
With only one word, all the hateful criticism stopped.
Margaret kept glancing towards the Duchess and the Queen. The Queen kept coming into her eyes.
The Queen that was three years younger than Margaret truly was beautiful. She looked like she lived off of only dews. The person everyone in the nation loves and all the noble ladies to self-proclaim to be loyal servants. The lady that the King loves very dearly.
What kind of fortune was she born with that she got to live a perfect life like that?
It was the Queen’s breakfast meeting. As it was for the noble ladies who helped with the treating centre, Margaret had to show up. She had to wear a dress at a place where commoners go and overpay to fit a dress as she couldn’t go to the dress shops where noble ladies went.
At Elena En Sethang’s appearance, all the ladies stood from their seats. Margaret bit her lips as they lightly bowed to the Duchess. Elena looked around and found Margaret then approached her. “Miss Surah, you’ve done well taking care of rough work,” she said with an elegant smile.
Margaret’s eyes opened wide at the Duchess’s kind words. Elena En Sethang. The Queen’s official deputy and her assistant. To have her be kind to her was unbelievable.
“N, no. As long as the Queen needs me, I will always work hard.”
“Oh my, what a good attitude for such a young lady.”
The Duchess grabbed Margaret’s hands. Even though she was in her late 40s, the Duchess’s hands were smooth as silk. Her hands on the other hand…
Margaret tried to hide her hands out of shame, but the Duchess shook her hands.
“Don’t do that. Be proud. You’ve done so much for the Queen.”
Yes, she does laundry very well. She can’t fit a dress. Ah, but can she throw tea well?
The ladies let out an evil laughter. Margaret’s face blushed bright red and veins could be seen along her neck. The Duchess turned around while patting her hands, “Stop.”
All the cruel jokes stopped with that one word.
Margaret’s eyes shone. It’s this lady. She had to be on the Duchess’s good side for her future to be bright. “M, madam. I really… can do whatever. For the Queen and for you.” Margaret pretended to be naïve and stammered as she bowed politely.
But Elena En Sethang was laughed inside. She was the queen bee of the society of ladies. That wasn’t something anyone could do. Margaret’s greedy eyes and her pretenses of naivety. It was all a child’s play for Elena. As she glanced to her side, Marchioness Lasian was looking at her confused.
Her face screamed: What are you doing with that young trash, madam?
Elena just smiled.
***
The Queen’s breakfast meeting was held in a restaurant full with soft morning sunlight.
Margaret never saw such a beautiful restaurant in her entire life. Beautiful coloured glasses, crystal chandeliers, pretty glasses, fancy chairs, extravagant food, and ladies who look more beautiful than all of this. She couldn’t believe her luck for being part of all of this. Especially…
“The Queen is entering.”
She shuddered when the Queen entered, looking more beautiful and fancy than anyone.
Rosemary En Letaire. The Queen of En Letaire. She was twenty three this year and her beauty was comparable to a rose basked in morning dew. Her elegant and small face had beauty that seemed to be holding some sort of secret. Her shoulders were round and her skin was as white as snow. Unlike her elegant face, her silhouette was sensual. She wore a white dress and blue heels; she was the personification of elegance.
“Elena.”
The Queen looked for Elena after she entered. Elena En Sethang light bowed at such trust.
“Yes, my Queen. Elena En Sethang, at your service.”
“You’ve done well.”
Margaret saw that the Queen spoke with Elena the most. It seemed like it’s true that she was the closest person to the Queen. She sat on the left of the Queen.
The next person she spoke to was obviously…
“Marchioness Lasian.”
As the Queen turned her head, Marchioness Lasian, sitting at her right, smiled softly and bowed, “At your service.”
“You’ve done well at the treatment centre.”
The Queen congratulated the Marchioness in a low voice.
“Not at all. Lasians are loyal servant of the Royal family so use us as you please.”
Margaret was waiting for the Queen to speak to her but it was no use. The Queen only spoke to Duchess En Sethan and Marchioness Lasian before taking her seat. As the Queen settled down, the ladies sat down in turn. Of course, Margaret had to stand until the very end.
She could barely hear what the Queen, the Duchess and the Marchioness were talking about. The table in the restaurant was so long that Margaret had to eat the very end of it. No one around her spoke to her. They smirked at her dress. The only reason they weren’t doing it openly was because Duchess Sethang had told them to stop.
With only one word, all the hateful criticism stopped.
Margaret kept glancing towards the Duchess and the Queen. The Queen kept coming into her eyes.
The Queen that was three years younger than Margaret truly was beautiful. She looked like she lived off of only dews. The person everyone in the nation loves and all the noble ladies to self-proclaim to be loyal servants. The lady that the King loves very dearly.
What kind of fortune was she born with that she got to live a perfect life like that?
