“What happened?” Jungkook asked.
Gella closed the door tightly and whispered quickly, “Young madam needs to be calmed down. I’ll leave you to it.”
Jungkook walked quickly to the bed and saw Lisa sitting there, visibly terrified and trembling. His expression hardened at the sight.
“What happened?”
“Mrs. Jeon knows about me,” Lisa stammered.
“…”
Jungkook thought for a moment before speaking calmly, “I didn’t notice anything when we spoke just now. But perhaps the reason my mother has always been so kind to you is because—”
“Mrs. Jeon, if she tells someone, what will we do?” Lisa interrupted, her usual composure gone. She was too panicked to even listen to him.
“I understand your concern, but she wouldn’t reveal it, whether intentionally or by mistake,” Jungkook assured her.
He wanted to ask how his mother found out but decided against it. He didn’t want to hear another ambiguous answer that might disappoint him.
This level of interaction was enough for him. He preferred a relationship that was dry and devoid of emotion, one where he simply fulfilled his duties.
“Tell me what you want. Do you wish for my mother not to visit your bedroom?”
“I’m scared. I’m not ready to see her face,” Lisa said, her voice trembling but clear.
Jungkook nodded. “I’ll explain it to her in a way that won’t hurt her feelings.”
“Thank you.”
“Is there anything else you need or that you’re lacking?” Jungkook asked, glancing around the room.
He noticed the bedding was still for summer and thought it should be changed for the coming fall. He also realized Lisa had been confined to the bedroom lately.
“You can walk around the mansion as you did before,” he said, standing up. “I’ve instructed the staff to be mindful. No one will cause you any discomfort.”
“Yes…”
As he turned to leave, Lisa’s urgent voice stopped him.
“Thank you for your considerate care.”
“You’re welcome.”
Jungkook acknowledged her unusual manner of speech, probably a result of reading books on rhetoric and etiquette. Deciding not to add anything more, he nodded and left the room.
Lisa hid under the blanket, trembling with fear.
What could have happened? What was the reason? She was filled with dread.
For twelve years, no one in the palace had even suspected her. But now, after Maleca, even Mrs. Jeon had noticed something. Was it a coincidence? Just a stroke of good or bad luck? Or…?
She closed her eyes tightly, pushing the thoughts away.
It wasn’t any of those. The problem was her own complacency. She should never have gotten used to walking and talking like a person.
It had been too mesmerizing to see someone meet her eyes, listen to her words, and smile at her. She had foolishly begun to think of herself as human. In the palace, she had been treated like a bothersome insect at best.
When a bug flies around, no one meets its eyes. When she lay in the palace corridors, people had only taken care to step over her to avoid getting dirt on their shoes. They would shoo her away like a fly on their food whenever she caused trouble or broke something.
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The surviving princess {Liskook}
Romance[DISCONTINUED] "Fine, I shall give you my sister, dearer to me than anything." A bolt from the blue strikes the Jeon family, the heroes of the victory. Jeon Jungkook, the promising heir of a renowned military family, is suddenly ordered to marry the...
