Your Highness, The Lady You’ve Abandoned IS the Saintess!

Everything in the garden is rosy; That idiom is certainly most appropriate to describe my situation right now.

I thought my life would crumble apart with having my engagement broken off my Prince Maynard, but then came the saintess selection, which was then followed by Firman’s love confession—please do excuse my repetitiveness, but yes, Firman’s Love Confession!—last night, both of which, turned everything around.

Serves you right, Maynard!

Just desserts, Lina!

I am currently over the moon!

When I woke up in the morning with Firman sleeping next to me—who did nothing but kisses, of course—I could almost see myself boisterously dancing around in sheer delight. Rather, I was about to do just that, to be truthful, but the slight stir of Firman’s unconscious self brought me back to my maiden nerves! Although, I was doing guts poses within my mind! A tall knight with fantastic muscles to himself, get!

Goodness, how did I even develop feelings for that buffoon-of-a-prince former fiancée of mine?

It must be the combination of the beauty of his ‘prince’ title and the delight brought by the idea of having the suffix of ‘fiancée of the crown prince’ deluding my eyes away from reality.

I mean, I’m talking about the prince who dumped me for his want of a saintess bride, you know? The very same moronic prince who most immediately flip-flopped to my skirt after my declaration as the saintess.

Just wherein such a man could love even be nurtured and grown?

Rather, I am even more grateful for having been spared from marrying his stupid head.

I will marry Firman, my dreamy knight, and lead a life full of roses.

 

Firman woke up with his face beet red, and he hurriedly left the room not to be seen by any house employees.

But before he left, he spoke with the exact words and manner; ‘My apologies for my forcefulness last night, and Uhm, I will cherish you well, lady.’ 

Oh my, Oh my goodness, 

It looks like I will be treasured quite well, readers!

Selma, who came to the room a little while after him and was surprised by my early rise, inquired about my mood as she helped me dressed, likely out of consideration for my yesterday’s weeping.

 

My mood, she asks?

 

Completely and perfectly well.

 

But the attendant did not have the slightest idea why the amiable mood and sent her suspicious eyes my way, deliberating whether I lost my sanity in sheer shock.

But hear me, I cannot tell it to Selma just yet. After all, the rancart with Firman just happened last night, and my dearest father and the others are not aware of it yet. Not to mention, there is no official engagement to talk about either. Besides, the moment any details about it enter her ears, Selma will quite immediately, tattle me to father about it.

Putting on a light dress, and having my slightly quirky honey-colored hair kept together by Selma, who also scolded me for prancing around in the hallway, I headed down to the lower floor.

I wonder what kind of breakfast will I be having today~

Will Firman be eating together with me?

It would be nice to share a fluffy-fluffy omelet with him.

 

Good-humored, I was humming to myself as I approached the main dining room’s door, only to have my pleasant smile cramped by what lay beyond it.

There was the prince, in the chief seat of hall’s refectory table, sipping his tea so self-indulgently that you could almost hear the royal orchestra’s violinists gracing his presence in the background.

 

‘Why are you here, highness…?’

 

Yes, it was the foolish fiance who I apparently, failed to drive away yesterday.