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

‘Hello, Aileen. Good morning. What a fine day, isn’t it?’

You may speak those words in a refreshing manner, and even lace them with a dazzling smile, but it won’t fool me, prince.

Those glossy black hair and pair of dark blue eyes; he would be such an Adonis if only he kept his mouth shut, this awfully hopeless former fiancée of mine.

There are one too many good-looking personages within the royal family, but this person right here takes the cake, plate wares, and all. He has the taste for swordsmanship and horse-riding, and with slender but well-extended stature to himself, furthermore, what nice and smooth skin, for a man.

Any ladies exposed to those gentle pair of eyes—endowed from her majesty, the queen—would very easily fall from its traps.

When I was still his fiancée and attended evening gatherings with him, I’ve witnessed several instances of ladies falling unconscious due to mere exposure to the sex appeal of this walking natural Cassanova.

Similarly, I used to stupidly frolic around in thinking how blessed I was for being engaged to such a handsome man; but now I am no longer fooled.

When I sent him away yesterday, I was so sure that he would give up and make his way to the capital already, but why is he still here?

I turned my attention to Selma who stood right behind me.

Oh, Selma, you averted your guilty eyes. You knew about this, don’t you? Why did you not tell me sooner!? If only I knew, I would’ve stubbornly kept to myself in my room! Ah, so that’s why you kept your mum.

I sat down to the chair furthest away from Maynard.

Meynard watched me with such a pained look in his eyes, then he softly stood up and fixed himself next to my seat.

‘Aileen, I believe we need to have a talk.’

Why?

There’s nothing for us to talk about, really.

I turned my gaze away from him but Maynard peered into my face.

‘Aileen, I believe you are under a misunderstanding. I was merely regretfully left with no choice but to part with you in order to welcome the saintess into the royal family.’

As if! Don’t you lie with such a straight smile on your face!

No matter what severe stare I sent to this impudent prince, his loose screws are preventing me from getting into his head.

‘But then, you became the saintess. So this time, no one could pull us apart any longer.

 

Who pulled who apart?

As I start to feel sick of him, I threw my gaze towards Selma who was waiting at the corner of the room.

Why didn’t you chase this man away, Selma!?

Selma doesn’t have a good impression of the prince either, but I can somehow guess from her expression what he put her through. She cannot just easily turn away the first prince, the successor to the throne, either. When our eyes met, she sent an apologetic gaze.

‘Aileen. Saintesses must be wed to the royal family. That’s how it has been more many generations. They are also often targeted by foreign powers, which makes the royal family the safest place for them. They have all the means to protect them with care after all.’

I took a deep sigh.

‘Your highness, what became of Lina?’

You already have a fiancée by that name. Stop trying to push your incomprehensible narrative here. Shouldn’t you be comforting your fiancée who fainted due to shock?

When I brought up Lina’s name, Maynard’s eyes wavered in awkwardness.

See, you didn’t even consider her before you came here.

Maynard has always been the kind to march forth without thinking.

He’s the next king so I think it’s about time for him to mend this defect.

Maynard’s riles my maiden nerves, but I can still worry about him as his former fiancée of eighteen years. I will no longer be there to support him so it would be quite troublesome for the populace if he doesn’t straighten himself.

‘L-Lina has nothing to do with this. I came here to talk about us and nothing more.’

She has everything to do with this, you dimwit!

I struggled to keep my head up.

How could he not see the scandal in coaxing another lady despite having already had a fiancée for himself?

I don’t think it possible to knock any sense into his birdbrain anymore.

Just when I was about to cry thinking how I put up with being his fiancée for eighteen years, Firman entered the main dining all and stiffened at the sight of us.