What if Jennette Margarita had a twin sister? One who was just like Athanasia. One who knew not only '𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜', but also '𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜?'
One who was particularily fond of the lovely brunnete p...
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♔ 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥 ♔
Juliette displayed nothing but innocent curiosity in her blue jeweled eyes. Roger, on the other hand, stared at the princess as if she were some kind of freak social experiment. Which was really weird, in her opinion. She didn't let that scrutiny faze her though.
It was kind of nice to be an infant. To pretend to not understand her surroundings, to have the ability remain unfazed as she stared blankly into the eyes of the duke Alpheus without giving an ounce of respect and not being wrapped in any scandals she might have been accused of being in, had she been a different noble and gave that same kind of treatment to him then.
Juliette tilted her head slightly as she thought about how much she liked Roger's eyes. His face was like eye-candy, honestly.
Roger Alpheus spared a long glance at Jennette as well before turning back to his paperwork, unbothered. "Take them to the furthest room to the left on the top floor of the west wing." Mary and Susan both nodded and bowed stiffly one last time before both nannies were excused.
Once they were back outside of the office, Mary let out an exhale of breath that Juliette didn't know the woman was holding. Understandable, since the girl's attention had been zeroed in on the duke most of the time.
Juliette looked over Mary's shoulder to get one more glance at the attractive man at the desk. She giggledquietly to herself, allowing a small and unsettling smile to grace her chubby face.
Roger was, in all honesty, much more handsome at the moment than when he was introduced in the manhua for '𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘔𝘦 𝘈 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴?'. It was likely because the current year was like, seven years before he was first introduced to Athanasia. Seven years before the readers even got a chance to see his face. It made sense, she thought. Still though! You wouldn't think about something like that, usually.
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Tired, Juliette rested her head on her nanny's shoulder. Being an infant was annoying. Who knew babies' energy depleted so quickly? Juliette was always naturally athletic and active, so she couldn't wait until she was old enough to walk. Or run, for that matter. Then, she would be able to wander the gardens behind the mansion, maybe she'd even make a bouquet or two for Jennette.
Looking over at the brunette, Juliette wondered what flowers Jennette liked. Did she even like flowers in the first place? Who was she kidding- of course she did, she was Jennette Margarita.
Halfway through their journey to the playroom, Jennette began crying. The nannies were quick to shush her, but that didn't defuse the damage that was already done. The few servants who were close enough to hear her cries had given strange and confused looks to them.
