"Your grace, are you sure you're alright?" Harriet asked in a concerned tone as she set a towel on my forehead.
It was the day of the banquet, and I was sick.
This wasn't that big a deal - but, I was so confident in front of Aias, saying I'd go to the banquet. It's like im handing him a win on a silver platter by not going. He'll think I chickened out and faked sickness last-minute.
So I practically have to go.
Like hell I'd let Aias win this whole... thing. I'm sure these are not my emotions alone. They're also Althea's. I just wish I could... speak, to Althea. If she's truly somewhere inside my consciousness, and is trapped, I wanna help her.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. And I'll be going to the banquet today."
"Your grace! You can't!" She panicked.
"It's merely a cold, Harriet."
"It's not the plague." I laughed to myself
"What's the plague?"
Oh.
I forgot this is a completely different world.
I chuckled nervously.
"Nevermind that, can you leave so I can rest until it's time to get ready?"
She sighed at that, eventually nodding, bowing and turning on her heel to exit the room.
I took the damp towel off my forehead, sitting up. Groaning in frustration of this damn headache, I decided to pick up Althea's diary.
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A knock came from my door, and I quickly hid the diary inside the drawer. It has been.. like five hours? I can't believe time passed by so quickly.
"Your grace, it's time to get ready." Harriet spoke from outside.
Thankfully, the headache was gone.
"Come inside."
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"Lady Althea." The knight at the castle greeted me as I climbed off the carriage. Holding the skirt of my dress up, so I wouldn't trip. The dress was beautiful, of course, it was the one I picked with Delia a couple days ago. But, it was just so hard to walk in. Actually, it has been hard to walk in any of the dresses I've been wearing ever since I was transferred to this world, and it's becoming pretty tiring.
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Althea
Storie d'amore"My sword is one inch away from slicing your neck. My victory is one inch away, yet why can't I do it, Althea? What kind of spell have you cast on me to have me thinking about you all day?!" ----------- Byeol meets a tragic death at age nineteen...