The Refuge of Fate

Chapter 102 - Death of an Assassin

People in the capital made way for the Imperial Palace's carriage. Knights paraded the streets like it was the opening of the festival when in reality, it was just a member of the royal family planning to shop in this city.

As the young master was looking out, he couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment with Princess Isolde's ways of running her position. Sure, she was the future empress of Belmaid but based on how she was making things way work, it seems like all she sees is herself.

"Aren't we creating too much commotion with all the knights and the imperial carriage, your highness?" He inquired while peeking through the gaps of the curtains hanged to cover the window of their vehicle.

Isolde shook his head and closed her eyes.

"It is the citizen's duty to constantly provide attention to the Royal Family. It is only normal that they stare at us, people at the top, with eyes full of admiration and love," she countered but it only made the young master grimace at the sentence.

'I don't think they're looking at us with love and admiration though,' he sweatdropped as he plopped back in his chair and sighed.

His first impression of Isolde was bad.

He thought that he would at least understand the princess' behavior because if he were in her shoes and he saw Ciaran dancing with someone else, he might not just end up spilling wine all over the other party's head but completely remove it.

Pier thought she was just a jealous woman who doesn't want to let her man be stolen by someone else but he was wrong.

Isolde was living in a pedestal.

It was even worse than the copper-haired girl who turned against the Taron Kingdom in hopes she would get the title of a princess after they captured the territory. Character wise, that is. That woman's actions were worse than Isolde's at the very least.

"Why do you look so bothered, Pier?" Isolde asked as she tapped her finger on her knee as her legs were crossed. It was considered an improper action for a lady to lift her dress even near her knees especially when she is in front of a man but seeing that Isolde wasn't following that rule, he had a hunch that she was trying to test him. The young master could slightly see the smooth ankles and achilles tendon of her feet in which he shuddered and cringed.

'Ciaran definitely turned me fully gay,' he grumbled in his mind as he looked somewhere else.

"There's nothing significant bothering me, your highness. Maybe it is because winter is quickly approaching and the winds are getting colder that I am getting collywobbles," he humored and Isolde raised her eyebrow at the term.

"Collywobbles? Ha, I never thought you would turn to such childish terms, Pier."

"But that's what I am feeling, your highness," he responded with a smile but it only made Isolde's eyes roll.

"For such a man who carries great status and pride in his name, don't you think you act so carefree? Are you not worried about how you present yourself in public?" She criticized and Pier gave her a dull look.

This woman was getting on his nerves because of how uptight and self-centered she was.

Being in the presence of these kinds of people drains his energy quickly and he had to recharge his social battery by sleeping a lot or else he would be grumpy the entire day.

"I do care what the public thinks of me but I do also care about what I think of myself," he argued as the carriage came to a stop. The doors opened and he immediately got off while the princess' personal knight was fixing his posture and clearing his throat to assist her.