I Was Meant to Be the Evil Wife, But the Cold Marquis Fell for Me - Chapter 13

Upon arriving at the royal castle, Liliana was led to the inner courtyard. The garden, enclosed by high walls, overflowed with lush greenery, blooming roses, and the refreshing sound of fountains. A gentle breeze brushed her cheeks, sunlight filtering softly through the leaves.

She was ushered to a pavilion where three noble ladies sat. At the center, radiating elegance, was the Queen herself.

“Thank you for coming, Marchioness Elsdean. I’m delighted to meet you,” the Queen said warmly, extending her hand.

The Queen, about ten years older than Liliana, was breathtaking in her refinement. Her expression, voice, and gestures all polished to perfection. Liliana bowed nervously.

Introductions followed: The Duchess of Vedda and the Countess of Garland, both graceful and intelligent. Their presence only heightened Liliana’s tension, though she managed a polite smile.

“Please relax and enjoy yourself today,” the Queen reassured her.

Gradually, Liliana eased into the atmosphere, sipping tea and listening to their elegant conversation. The fragrance of flowers and the gentle flow of words calmed her.

Talk turned to the roses, then to social gatherings. The noblewomen discussed upcoming soirées, past events, and invitations. Liliana listened intently, overwhelmed but grateful for the information.

When asked about her own invitations, she admitted, “Yes! I’ve received many. I regret not being able to attend them all.”

The Countess smiled knowingly. “Everyone is curious about the lady chosen by the Marquis Elsdean.”

(Chosen only for my magic…) Liliana thought silently.

The Queen intervened kindly: “Don’t worry about declining. You’ll grow accustomed in time, as we all did.”

Their poise and confidence awed Liliana. (If only I could be like them… not a villainess, but a true lady…)

Then the Queen asked, “And how is Leivis? Does he treat you well?”

Startled, Liliana answered cautiously, “My husband is very kind.”

She truly believed it. Despite her defiance, he had shown understanding.

The Queen and her companions regarded her warmly. The Queen added, “The King often keeps Leivis busy. If you ever feel neglected, tell me. I’ll scold him on your behalf.”

Flustered, Liliana protested, but the Duchess laughed: “How devoted you are! You remind me of my younger self.” The three women laughed together like old friends.

Then, leaning closer, the Duchess said, “We are your allies. And we women possess weapons men cannot use.”
“Keep your weapons ready at all times,” the Countess added with a graceful smile.

Their words filled Liliana with reassurance and resolve. She realized the tea party was meant to show her she was not alone. That she must cultivate confidence, elegance, wisdom, and strength.

She bowed deeply. “Thank you.”

When she raised her head, the roses behind them glowed brilliantly in the light.

The Queen’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Liliana’s gown. “That embroidery is exquisite. Which artisan made it?”

Without thinking, Liliana confessed, “I did it myself! Forgive me for showing such clumsy work.”

Silence fell. She panicked—embroidering one’s own dress was unusual, even improper.

But the Queen exclaimed, “It’s wonderful! The flowers seem alive, as if touched by magic. To have done it yourself is truly remarkable.”

Tears welled in Liliana’s eyes at such praise.

The tea party ended smoothly. Liliana left, elated, as if walking on clouds.

(It was like a dream…)

The Queen’s kindness, the noblewomen’s support, and above all, the praise for her embroidery filled her with confidence.

(Perhaps I could make a living from this. Even in the convent, it would be useful. I want to embroider more. Maybe create designs from that plant encyclopedia.)

Her future seemed brighter than ever.

But then—

“Hey, Liliana!”

A harsh voice froze her in place.

(That voice…)

She turned reluctantly. There stood her half-brother and half-sister from the Valentin family.

Their cold, disdainful eyes were unchanged from the days when they had tormented her, denying her very existence.