How to Escape from My Possessive Fiancé - Chapter 47

Her younger sibling was apologizing, but his pale face didn’t move a bit. In fact, the grip on Yulicias’s neck only tightened. He looked like a weak boy, but no one could understand where such strength came from.

Yulicias, hiccupping with a pale face, asked,

‘Are you really going to kill me?’

‘No.’

‘Then why?’

‘Just scaring you. So, you never dare mess with me again.’

Then he pressed harder on her neck and brought the arrowhead closer to her throat. Even though he said he was only trying to scare her, it paradoxically made her more afraid. The boy stared into her terrified face for a moment and warned her.

‘Don’t ever mention God in front of me again.’

Blood from his face dropped onto Yulicias’s cheek. The hot blood gave her chills. Crying loudly, Yulicias nodded.

‘Okay. I won’t. Never again.’

After a few promises, she was released. Ignoring the boy who was likely watching her flee, she ran away.

It was a shameful memory.

“Quinti a borée shalphie (God-forsaken lunatic).”

Muttering this, Yulicias clenched her fist.

That brute would not ruin her perfect social debut. No matter what it took, Yulicias had to become the most beautiful and flawless lady in the empire.

“What do you mean the social season is being moved up?”

Sophia couldn’t hide her surprise.

She had overheard that as soon as Yulicias returned from the Empress’s palace, she began demanding new clothes, saying the season was starting early. The maids who had grown closer to Sophia hesitated to speak, worried other maids might see them talking, but they carefully explained.

“Didn’t you hear? The second prince is coming. After more than ten years! I heard he invaded the Behibalize castle and beheaded that man by himself.”

“Behibalize? Wasn’t that the knight King Angelman cherished so much?”

“I heard he had been hiding in his castle for years, scared of our prince. Behibalize must be getting old.”

“Then our empire’s flag will really be raised in Forester?”

“Yes! The emperor is overjoyed. He’s ordering a grand celebration.”

Sophia thought for a moment, then her face brightened.

“A triumphal return. That means all nobles will gather, right?”

It would take at least two months for the prince and knights to arrive from Forester. By then, Solid would be much better. Unless something unavoidable happened, he would attend the event. That meant Sophia would see him in at most two months.

She clenched her fist, whispered a thankful prayer to God, and kissed her thumb.

Just then, someone called her.

“Sophia!”

It was Angelina Klopstock, Princess Yulicias’s closest maid and friend.

“Why are you only just coming back when there’s so much to do?”

“Sorry.”

“Here, here, here. Go to every shop and get refunds. You have to get the full price back.”

Boxes were stacked all around Sophia. She pointed at the boxes, then at herself.

“You want me to do all this? And why do I have to go to get refunds? Shouldn’t the shop owners come pick up the princess’s things?”

“Stop whining. There’s too much work. If you don’t like it, pack up and go back to Count Hilden’s estate.”

Sophia bit her lip. The princess and her maids often used “go back to the count’s house” as a threat, as if they knew she couldn’t.

‘Are they reading my letters?’

Maybe even the incoming letters were being tampered with. Especially the lack of replies from the duke was suspicious. She had written to him so many times.

‘How was your day, Duke? Are you well?’

‘Just thinking about not reconciling with Solid makes me feel breathless.’

‘Maid work suits me better than I thought. If I hadn’t been born noble, I might have done well as a maid.’

But she never received even one line in reply. After a month, it felt less like sadness and more like suspicion.

‘Are the letters being stolen? Or did the duke go somewhere else?’

Thinking all this made her realize how much time she spent thinking about him.

Then that handsome face filled her mind again, asking in his sweet voice, “Do you like me, Sophia?” She shook her head hard whenever that happened.

“What? You don’t want to?”

Surprised, Angelina asked when Sophia suddenly shook her head. Sophia smiled awkwardly and picked up the boxes.

“Of course I do. Where are the shop names and prices listed?”

Angelina handed her a paper.

“Here. The princess said you can’t take other maids or guards. You have to go alone.”

“What?”

“And you have to wear that outfit. Didn’t you say you weren’t embarrassed by it?”

“No way!”

Sophia turned red. Maids usually went out in pairs. Going alone, in that outfit, for refunds would be humiliating.

“If I wear this, who would believe I’m the princess’s maid? I might get handed over to the guards.”

“Not my problem. Prove your identity. If you don’t get refunds in a week, you’ll pay a huge amount and be kicked out of the palace.”

Sophia frowned.

“This is unfair.”

Angelina just shrugged.

“If that’s how you feel, contact the count. We won’t stop you.”

‘They’re trying to drive me out.’

From the princess’s point of view, with the season rushed, she wouldn’t want an unfit maid around. But since she couldn’t be forced out, they wanted her to leave on her own.

But Sophia wouldn’t give up.

She bit her lip and picked up the boxes.

“How am I supposed to do all this?”

Sophia stared blankly at the piled boxes.

She would never quit like Yulicias wanted. But still, going alone in that outfit for refunds? That was too much.

She stayed in her room, thinking, then contacted the banker who managed her money. She thought maybe she could cover the cost herself and deal with it later.

But the banker said the count had invested most of her funds in a mine, and there wasn’t much usable cash.

Sophia sighed and buried her face in the letter.

But she didn’t give up. She thought of another way. Outside the palace, proving her identity was hard, but inside it was easier.

Yulicias had told her to handle the refunds directly, but shops were already visiting the palace to deliver new dresses and accessories. A few more wouldn’t stand out.

So, Sophia wrote letters with her seal, asking the shops to come pick up the items.

But that failed too.

The shops said they needed a signed approval from the princess to enter.

“Ah! The signature.”

Sophia groaned and buried her face in the letter again.

“Of course, they need a signature.”

She muttered gloomily. How had she not thought of that? She tapped her fingers anxiously on the desk.

Then her face lit up.

Royalty often had others write their letters. Yulicias had a maid with pretty handwriting write the content and use pre-signed stationery with her seal.

‘Then I just need to steal one of those.’

If she got caught, it would be serious. But wearing that awful dress and going out alone scared her more. She decided she’d rather commit a major crime than face that shame.

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