Mobile legends Chronicles: Letters

1. The Amanuensis

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October 05, Year ×××747
Castle Alsior, Kingdom of Drossel

"This is a traditional event, so to speak."

Viorna, the highest ranking court-lady of the castle, told the girl following her from behind. Walking onto the carpet laid through the corridor, she continued,

"Our dukedom of Castle Alsior has since the old days been solving political issues and avoiding war through heightening marriage with the nobles and aristocrats of neighboring states. Not a single princess born here has stayed in our land. They all marry into foreign ones.

However, there exists a national sentiment of those who do not think well of this, and so this event of formalities was needed to show that the princesses marrying out of the nest of their nation have been doing so in the name of full-fledged love for the foreign princes."

"That would be the Public Love Letters, right?"

The girl behind her replies in a formal tone. With golden hair gleaming under the sunlight, she wore a beautiful snow-white ribbon-tie dress with a prussian blue skirt. Precisely on the middle of the pink ribbon tie was a conspicuously outstanding golden Hellokitty brooch.

"Yes, correct. And that is why you were called."

She stops at the corridor end, the room of the client - the third princess, in front of them. Introducing the girl with her elegant voice, Viorna opens the door to the audience room.

"Lady Angela Heartstring from the HL Postal Service is here to have an audience with Your Highness, the third princess Charlotte Drossel."

"So you arrived, amanuensis."

At the far back of the room, the third princess of Alsior lay carelessly on the reverently arranged royal seat, embracing stuffed toys. Her amber rose colored hair cascaded like the flow of a river. Her tiara, which had probably been on her head, was thrown on the floor along with used paper tissues, and the person who had done so bore the face of someone that had wept her soul out.

Had her nose not been abraded and her eyes not red and bloodshot, it could be noted that she was an adorable girl in her teens. Although she was clad in a magnificent royal blue dress, at the moment, she looked like nothing but a grumbling sniffling child.

Viorna covered her face with one hand and let out a prolonged sigh at the princess's figure.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Angela Heartstring, at your service."

Although nervous due the situation, the invited girl bowed graciously, showing a refined etiquette.

"I am Charlotte Drossel. I am set to marry the prince of Castle Efrawg, Percival Ragnelf. I will have you penning the public love letters that I am supposed to exchange with Lord Percival."

"Princess, your elegant speech is completely ruined with that appearance."

Viorna offered a candid comment, at which Charlotte puffed her cheeks.

"Women about to get married are emotionally unstable. You would know this since you got married two times, right, Viorna? Two times! Must be nice! People from the lower classes are able to get divorced!"

"Leave me out of it... Princess, there is a subject from outside present here. You are not setting an example. Please sit back properly on your throne. You girls, too, do not mind the princess and go fix her hair."

Once Viorna clapped her hands snappily, the other court ladies, who had been in-waiting, revealed themselves and put both the floor and the princess in order. In a matter of few minutes, on the account of powder, blush and the right sitting posture, Charlotte was reconstructed into a presentable figure. Upright, she was a figure worthy of praise as a lovely and fine-looking princess.