“What’s the matter?”
Ian tilted his head and looked at Filina. However, Filina’s gaze did not fall from the handkerchief he was holding.
“The embroidery… .”
She reached out and touched Ian’s white handkerchief.
The luxurious fabric felt soft to the touch.
“The embroidery?”
Ian frowned and looked at the handkerchief in his hand.
The two cranes sitting on a branch were embroidered near the edge of the white fabric.
Ian looked at it and said with a friendly smile on his lips.
“This is a painting that my mother embroidered.”
“… The Empress?”
“Yes. My mother likes crane drawings very much.”
At his words, Filina stared at her handkerchief, which Ian was holding, with a firm expression on her face.
Two cranes sitting on a branch.
It was familiar. She felt like she had seen it somewhere and it wasn’t just a coincidence.
There were no coincidences in this story. Everything was just a script crafted by the author’s hands.
The sound of the sharp blade that stabbed her in her third life echoed through her like a hallucination.
The dark night sky pouring through the window and the bloody smell.
Filina, unknowingly, grabbed her chest. The hard side of her well-dressed uniform could be felt through her skin.
She had no pain.
It was a natural fact.
Because she’s not dead now.
Her third life was nothing more than a past that had already passed. It was a life that only existed in Filina’s memory. No one could understand her…… It was a life that had disappeared.
Her chest was tight. She felt suffocated.
No matter how past life became something that no one else had, her body remembered everything.
“Filina, are you alright?”
Ian reached out towards her. But Filina threw it at once.
slap-
The sound of sharp hitting echoed through the quiet room.
It was the sound she heard as she slapped Ian’s hand roughly.
She dared to shun the Crown Prince…
It was impossible in this world where the status system was strict. Even if he yelled at her, she had nothing to say.
“Why are you sweating so much…?”
But Ian seemed more concerned about the sweat on Filina’s face than the fact that she had pushed him away.
He looked at her anxiously and tried to call someone. But Filina grabbed Ian’s hem with unsteady breaths.
Ian, whose upper body had been dragged helplessly as she pulled it, looked at Filina with a perplexed look on his face.
Ian looked at her with a bewildered face, as her upper body was dragged helplessly as she pulled.
“… was it Your Highness?”
