A tea table was arranged more splendidly than a summer garden. In front of it sat a woman in her mid-twenties, perfectly still and composed.
Celestid Violin Vinchester. She was once the first princess, now deposed under the heinous charge of attempting to poison her half-sibling.
“…”
The deposed princess gazed at the colorful desserts, thinking they resembled ornaments. She also felt that her own position, sitting demurely before them, was no different from that of a decorative doll.
Thus, she believed she was fulfilling her role simply by sitting prettily and keeping silent. It was then that the queen, who had been gazing out over the balcony, turned around.
With graceful yet dignified steps, she moved behind the chair where Celestid sat. Her delicate hand gripped the backrest.
“Does your mother not ask?”
“…”
When Celestid still did not respond, Queen…