Obelia's Rose

Chapter 20

- OBELIA'S ROSE, CHAPTER TWENTY, BY VIICERENE.

"MY DAUGHTER, YOU SAY?" Murmurs were heard from the crowd as a certain brown-haired Princess was introduced with two white-haired men. The young woman glanced at the man in front of her, sitting on the throne. His cold glare made her flinch in fear. "Interesting... I'll hear the details in the audience room." He said, leaving his position to go to the audience room. 

But the young brunette's heart went out to her 'sisters' from another mother, and another father. She didn't know about their tree, and was also starved of love from a young age.

But in that certain crowd, two young princesses stood. One looked exactly like Emperor Claude, and one looked like Lady Diana of Siodonna. The two felt electrical, and they could only look down on the floor as their spotlight was stolen. It was their debutante, not the brown-haired girl's debutante.

Oh, how disappointed the two original princesses were. 

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"And turn!" Our teacher yelled, taps were echoing in the room as we were dancing. "Now finish!" She yelled once again. Turning and twisting, we finally gave a curtsy. The loose ribbons and cloth on our dress helped us look much more elegant. "There aren't really any flaws in your dancing, Princesses. You really are, a textbook example." She said.

She had imaginary sparkles floating around her head as she said that. She kept marveling at how good we were at dancing. "How is it possible to be this light and graceful?" She asked. Oh, that's obvious. Our mother, Lady Diana of Siodonna, was a talented dancer that caught all the nobles' attention, including the emperor.

It's obvious that we got that from genetics. "I guess that fact that your mother was a dancer helps in times like this, Princesses." She said, now holding a bored expression. I looked at her with daddy's glare. "That mother you're speaking about is Lady Diana of Siodonna, my father's wife, and as well as the unofficial consort of this empire. If you dare to speak about her-

"-more, then I suggest that you leave the Obelian Empire. It is a law not to trash-talk any Obelian Royals, including commoners married into it. Scram." I finished. Again, it was that time of the day, when one of our teachers point out that we have commoner blood as if it was our flaw. Must they always speak of my mother, Lady Diana, every day? Oh how disappointed I am.

--- SKIP

"Daddy!" Me and Athy smiled. Oh how tiring it is to charm him. "I missed you today!" Athy said, both of us jumping onto his kneeling figure. She kissed him on the cheek while I normally did my thing, resting my little chin on daddy's shoulder. "I told you guys not to run." Daddy said. Me and Athy could only let out a soft laugh as he said that.

It wasn't like we were actually going to follow what he said.

Love you daddy.

—- SKIP

The same normal food we eat almost everyday sat before us. I already had a plate full of vegetables, while Athy had a plate full of meat. Having a smile on her face, I'm guessing she wants to talk about how nice our classes are now, especially having teachers that don't randomly talk about our mother from time to time.

"So I really like ethics class nowadays," She paused for a moment, making the floating sparkles around her be much more obvious. "And every time we dance, the dance teacher always speaks about mother." I said, looking at Athy. She had a dreadful expression on her face while looking down at her place.

Daddy looked down at us for a moment. "Ignore that wench. Madame Pompidou is known in the empire for saying nonsense." Daddy said. Oh, even though we're a 'textbook example' that's also marked nonsense by daddy? Daddy's subject then changed. "It seems that your birthdays are coming up soon." He said.