The Duke's Sailor Daughter [DISCONTINUED]

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   "...unlike many other games." Felicia grins while talking to herself. After the last bite, she set aside the plate and sighed drearily, pondering of future outcomes.

"It really has not been a while since I've come back. Honestly speaking, I expected more from the Prince."

The albino laughs in a pitiful tone. Only a somber silence followed through her falsified giggling, and her smile reverted back to a poker face. She gazes at the summer sky, feeling the wind whip fast her hair. The silver locks scatter in the air, as a particularly strong gust passes her over.

"Ah, why do I expect? This world is solely made for the heroine. The villains can only wait to be trampled by her and her corral of capture targets. My fiancée is part of them, as well." Felicia pouts, and turns her gaze to the many shelves of books tuck conveniently near her workspace. She then had the bright idea of visiting the library in the West Wing.

Though she had never stepped a foot in there before, Felicia is assured she can get there by herself. It would be a disgrace to the Damonte name if she cannot navigate, despite being the daughter of the one who facilitates and guards the national borderlines. After convincing herself several times she would not see her father there, her fate and resolve had been set stone.

'If I ever did meet Duke Damonte, I could just sprint... oh wait, my legs.'

As she thought so, Felicia tested walking in a straight line. It should have been an easy task for her, as she had gone through rigorous etiquette training; however her wonky strides begged to differ.

"Oh no, Madame Imelda is going to have my head."

Felicia despairs over her fate if she cannot fix this futile problem right now. Probably six feet under from how hard her teacher's cane smacked her on the head. Madame Imelda disregarded the huge leap of status Felicia has from her, and ruthlessly straightened the mischievous three year old Felicia. It was the first time Felicia had ever seen someone scold her, as most of the people here would just give her a toy or snack and whisk her out from the vicinity. Thus, Madame Imelda held Felicia's utmost respect, and extreme fear.

"I hope she can forgive this one tiny thing... Oh, who am I kidding? She will make me balance five books on my head despite my protests!"

Even if it did sound like torture, joyful giggling was heard from Felicia. It seemed that the old lady is really special to her, to cause the albino this much mirth. Madame Imelda is also the only proper instructor out of her seven classes. Felicia is attached to the sole mother figure she had in this accursed household.

'I could skip every class here but Madame's class.'

Felicia already detected the sheer difference of locations just by surveying the sea. The Avel Sea is not visible in the main residence, the one thing left to presume is that her location is in the Damonte fief. In the fief, there is the East Wing and West Wing. Her room was on the third floor of the east wing as always. It is in a perfect spot for viewing the crystal clear sea. Although her parents and elder sister reside in the second floor, Felicia is the only one sleeping on the third.

"Speaking of which, I never got to ask why Antheia and Agustin was there. In a place I'd like to call my sanctuary of all." Felicia mumbles to herself, propping her fingers up to her chin, in a pondering motion. She is not particularly upset as Olive Garden did not belong to her, but she wished to find the answer why. "I guess I'll ask the Prince next time I meet him."

'I have to remember to stick on one honorific. I keep switching between Prince and Your Highness...' Felicia chuckles to herself, cautiously picking Prince as the safest choice. It is a bit informal, but she could use the argument of their ages. They are both children, and are engaged, that is why being loose is never a problem.