The early autumn sky was high and clear. The air was still, but when riding swiftly, a cool breeze brushed past the ears. It was perfect weather for hunting.
Nevertheless, Count Bathurst’s face was gloomy as he looked up at the blue sky. Since leaving the mansion, he had been in a bad mood due to a conflict with his daughter, Margaret.
-I don’t have time to waste on hunting gatherings!
When told to come to the hunting camp and get acquainted with the members, Margaret strongly objected. It was time for her to meet fine gentlemen and start thinking about marriage, but she was still as immature as a child.
And that wasn’t all. She was completely absorbed in preparing for a tea party that was still three weeks away.
-Father! Do you know who’s coming to this tea party? Oh my… the Rose of the Palace! Princess Amelia herself is coming!
Margaret exclaimed, brimming with excitement.
-And lately, wherever Princess Amelia goes, the queen of society, Lady Skarchapino, follows! This will undoubtedly be the best tea party of my life!
Count Bathurst was dumbfounded.
What’s so special about that princess? No matter how much she monopolizes the Holy Emperor’s favor, she’s just someone who will soon marry and leave for a distant foreign country.
Then, a tall middle-aged…