The Crown Prince Thinks I'm a Guy

The Last Day as Princess

Three days may seem a lot, but it's really not.

Immediately after my conversation with Miss Hestia, I stood watch from the infirmary window as I stared at my nanny being escorted out from the palace by multiple guards, as though she was some sort of criminal. Afterwards, though, I had to grit my teeth and put my anger into good use.

Like the royalty I was, I ordered my numerous maids to procure the materials I would need in the next couple of days, and I had to be mindful not to cause too many weird looks by my sudden shopping spree. I had them buy me a large amount of random things, from toys to clothes to sweet things. I hoped that they would think that my strange behavior was because I was just depressed after losing my nanny.

Now, on the morning of the third day, and finally back in my bedroom, I stared at the things spread around my bed.

A full bag of a young boy's clothes.

A big pouch filled with gold pieces, enough to comfortably feed a commoner family for 10 years.

Two sharp daggers fit to be carried by small hands.

A letter.

And a pair of scissors.

I wanted to bring more, but I knew I couldn't carry too much with me. Buying the daggers already brought on curious looks from the maids, but I knew I had to have weapons to defend myself. The rest I could just buy with the money I bring. It wasn't much, but it could at least keep me going until I reach 12 and be able to look for jobs.

"A princess looking for work," I mumbled as I looked around the royal bedroom, larger than the entire homes of most common folk.

Of course I knew that once I had left, I would no longer be living in luxury nor comfort, but I also knew that I had to do this. Not only so I could escape from the wrath of House Genta and whichever parties have vendettas against me, but also so I could live freely, and hopefully... change the system as a man. It makes me shudder to think that a common man would have more power than an imperial princess, but in some cases, it is the harsh truth. With that, my conviction to leave my life behind was now more concrete.

My only regret is in failing to leave my mark as a princess, and of course, because I had to leave behind my second brother all alone. I could only pray that he could hold off against Prince Ara, and live peacefully. But I knew better than anyone that peace isn't always the right thing.

I sighed. 'At least I have this letter.'

Inside the long parchment lies all the information on political and economical events that I could remember; spanning out for the next 12 years. There, I had even explained about how I had come from the past... or future... or whatever! It's all so confusing...

Anyway, I plan to give this directly to Prince Clement, and hopefully he would put it to good use. If lucky, he might even gain a better chance to get the crown. It would be bad for my eldest brother, but I know I would rest better knowing the future of the Kingdom would be in Prince Clement's hands.

I silently tucked in the letter snugly into my sleeves.

A knock came from the door, and I quickly covered the items with my bed sheet. They'll be safe there. I had specifically ordered the maids to not enter my room unless I had told them to. However, just to be sure, I placed a tiny bottle of ink on the edge of the bed, where I knew it would be disturbed if the sheets would be overturned. If I came back to see a small stain on my bed, I'd know someone had gone through my things.

"Lady Eleftheria, this one is sorry to intrude, but," I heard a maid call out though the door. "Madame Crooch is already waiting on the palace fields."