Female Lead won't get Prince Charming

Chapter 12

Ethan Norman's POV

"Sister....are you alright?" I asked Rose whilst walking through the corridor.

"I am alright." Rose shrugged. "Say, why exactly our dad likes 'her'? Is it just because she resembles our mother?"

"That...maybe...I don't know what father is thinking..."

"I am sure enough that if she stays here any longer our mother in heaven; on the contrary would be ashamed."

"Noona...But why did you use your mana against her?"

"I overlooked the facet that she is underhanded...I forgot...It absolutely slipped from my intellect."

"Hmm." I escorted my sister back to her room and bowed down to pay her my respect before she latched the doorknob. I don't know what Rose's cogitating either. Does she think dad does not love us? I know he is not like that, he won't abandon us for an outsider. He ought to have something on his mind. It would be better if we didn't doubt him. I wanted to comfort Noona, but dwindled to foster those words because her mien itself attested that she wouldn't appreciate it.

I recalled Lydia's ferocious cast, how her hair fluttered elegantly and her emerald aperture glowed in rage under the nose of Rose's menacing inferno. Though her face was blackened with soot and dust, her charm didn't diminish one bit; her unrivalled magnetism is something which is beyond my delineation.

It is a wonder that such a young girl could even exist. I recalled when I had first met her- she was frail, fragile and powerless. I thought she was parallel to others, all same, but I was so wrong. 

Her existence itself is amusing me so much. She wasn't ready to accept defeat; to have that kind of varnish in her eyes...All these years she maundered in slums, but she seems grow up into a perfect pretty bird with a devil lurking inside. She isn't guided by anyone withal. I am riveted and it's overflowing.

In a trice it struck me that Lydia was injured by Rose's reflecting spell. It must have been painful, but she neither flinched nor shed a single tear drop. I fleeted to West Wing to check on her.

Knock, knock.

"Yes...young master??"Anne opened the door in response.

"Where's Lydia?", I catechised.

"Oh! She went outside a few minutes ago."

"Thank you."

There is only one place I know she might be in.

As expected she was sitting in front of the lake, but...Reiner? Why is he relaxing his vanguard on her shoulder? Why are they so close? I...I don't feel good. I observed her child-like calm appearance, her timbre melted like honey. Has Reiner ever seen the beast she hides beneath her innocent features? The corner of her eyes squinted into a smile and without even knowing it, I was glaring at the friendly pair. The way she smiles at him makes my heart explode. Exactly what is this feeling?! I can't stand it anymore. 

I hate living in luxury. Emotions are luxuries.

I left the garden without any din, without letting them notice me. 

[*In previous chapter, Lydia and Reiner both detected his presence]

I came back to East Wing and deposited myself on the chair aligned with the study table.

"Liu, tell me...why Lydia and Reiner are so close?"

"Young master...what so you mean?" Butler Liu wiped his forehead at my abrupt query.

"I mean, they hang out quite often."

"They are simply friends, I can guarantee that. It's rather like, they know how to comfort one another. I suggest, young master should hang out with them too."

" 'Hang out' with..." I repeated.

"Yes master."

"You are right. I will try to get along with each other." I just want to comprehend what kind of conversation they like to have so much to giggle in that way.

'What's wrong with young master', were Liu's thoughts. 'I believed our young master was mature yonder his age due to his strict upbringing. Why is he behaving so childish all of a sudden?' 

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I know this is a small chapter, but i will come back with new chapters soon!