The Protagonists All Love Me

Chapter 11 A Week Later

The long linen fabric of her nightgown rubbed against the floor, the toes of her feet just touching the abrasive ice crystals comfortably.

Brushing her embarrassed face against her forearm, taking a sly glance at the startlingly warm face that looked at her patiently.

"Why aren't you afraid of me?" Scraping fistfuls of ice into her hands, trying to squeeze out the anxiety inside of her. "You don't stare at me like the other humans."

"But you're also a human, tell me why should I be afraid?"

"But I'm diff", Unsure of how to begin. Whether they'd believe her or not.

"That you're not from this world?" He looked at her widened eyes with kindness. "Queen Danae expressed her apologies for not saying her goodbyes."

Gritting her teeth, she clenched and unclenched her fists hiding her despair by closing her eyes.

"But if you knew, why didn't you think about leaving?"

"It doesn't matter where I live, as long as I can do so freely."

"Well I as well as in behalf of the Emperor Carmen Alder Blythe, hope that you choose the Arcadius empire to settle down in." Looking at her imploringly. "It is truly a blessing that the saviour came directly to the Arcadius Empire."

Grasping her hands as happy tears rolled down the face of the wrinkled man.

"..." Looking at his behaviour speechlessly, she swallowed her desire to scream before asking politely. "What saviour? I came from another world,but why does that make me a saviour?"

Looking at her sharpened eyes he suggested, "Why don't we visit the temple? I'm sure it would make better sense, considering the lady has been a sleep for a week."

"You must be feeling rather nauseous in this room."

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Josephine a kind older lady, along with two freckled maids Harriet and Denise bathed and helped her change despite her horror.

She hugged her naked chest to her knees whilst they scrubbed and oiled down her body, coaxing her into a beautiful dove grey casual dress.

'Ha... Right this world is that R19 novel, Melting An Arrogant Duke's Heart.'  She thought as they tied her hair up in a delicate bun, manipulating velour ribbons and sapphire accessories in her long hair.

'I'm not so narcissistic to think that they'd fall in love with me right?'

Not knowing how flustered they were by her beauty and lack of complaints, considering her an angel in contrast to other noble women they'd had to pander to.

I mean I'm not the heroine.

The Saviour's that fought the evil of the demon king and sealed the devil's bastards to an uninhabitable world, no longer can be called. Yet a new vision of hope blooms brightly amongst the heart of the people, Dahlia the Saint.

'That's how the novel fucking starts.'

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The Emperor slyly looked at the shy Charlotte who was hiding by the side of the former Grand Duchess Sylvia. "Oh What should I do there's too many plates of Strawberry Gateau?"

Stiffening large blue eyes blinked hesitantly since it was her favourite.

Her mother chuckled laughing at the pair, eyeing the servant who whispered something discretely in his ear making his mood lighter as his eyes glimmered.

"It's seems something good has happened your majesty." The former duchess commented dabbing her tea stained lips gently. Her eyes squinting under the bright light that shone into the pavilion in the emperors garden.

"Yes, but it's not time to speak of it." Curving his lips watching the bouncing cheeks of Charlotte like a little hamster.

"Is it more delicious than what I prepare for you or your brother?"

"Your majesty." She whispered milkily.

"Who do you want to see me or you brother?"

"Brother Frederick your majesty." She said sulkily with a curtsy and followed a maid who took her away somewhere to play.

Helping her tie the bonnet on her head, she asked the Gardener to cut her a rose to play with. Watching curiously as he carefully shaved off the thorns, sniffing it happily. Her eyes forming crescents like a cat enjoying the warmth of the sunlight.

"I don't understand Priest, how are you so certain that I'm the person your looking for?"

Charlotte hearing the lyrical like voice, stood on her tip toes and hid behind the large green bush.

Watching the soft silhouette of the women her face concealed behind the large clam shaped bonnet hat.
Speaking in hushed disbelief, listening to the awkward and unsatisfying response Eira glanced towards Charlotte's direction dispiritedly.

Recognising the woman from repeated dreams, her cheeks flushing and eyes watering with ecstasy. A large cry resounded as she began to bawl, running towards her inelegantly shouting at the top of her lungs.

"Sister Eira!"