The Art of a Brilliant Political Marriage - Chapter 4

“Young Madam, good morning. May I enter the room?”

Cielin, who had slept soundly on the overly firm bed, woke up to a voice she didn’t recognize. There was a polite knock at the door, so someone was clearly visiting.

“Yes, please come in.”

Cielin rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up in bed. Her attendant, Litte, was already waiting near the door and opened it from the inside. An older maid entered. Looking at her sharp and dignified appearance, Cielin wondered if she was the head maid. Since she hadn’t received proper introductions yet, Cielin didn’t know who was who.

“Excuse me. The young master has already left for the day, but the Master is about to have breakfast. Will you join him?”

“Yes, alright.”

“We will prepare and come shortly,” Litte answered calmly on behalf of the sleepy Cielin, who could only nod. The maid bowed and left.

It was obvious to everyone that the newly welcomed bride had not even spent her first night with her husband. On top of that, Saves had left for work, leaving his wife behind. Whether he was actually going to work or to see a lover, Cielin didn’t know, nor did she care.

Because of this, all the servants looked down on her. She could feel that they saw her as someone unimportant who could be ignored. After all, the room she was given on her wedding day was unfit for a member of the master’s family, and she had been left without dinner. It was easy for the servants to understand their master’s intentions.

Cielin snapped her eyes open, her body trembling with a thrill she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Hehe, I love this tension. I’m wide awake now.”

“A maid even brought a basin of muddy water this morning. She told me to use it to wash your face. She ran away when she noticed me, but seriously, what is wrong with this place?”

Litte let out a tired sigh. It was a petty bit of bullying, but it signaled that trouble was starting from the very first morning.

“Oh, what a wonderful welcome. I think it’s actually more work to go out of the way to prepare muddy water. Shouldn’t we be grateful for the extra effort they took?”

“You sound incredibly sarcastic, so you really shouldn’t open your mouth, My Lady. You’ll just make them angrier and create more work for me.”

“Oh, how mean. I was just expressing my honest gratitude. More importantly, let’s get changed. I’m sure breakfast will be just as entertaining.”

“Then, My Lady, how about this dress?”

Litte, always serious about his duties, immediately chose a dress suitable for breakfast. It was appropriate for a noble’s new wife but not overly flashy. Cielin was impressed he had brought such a thing along. Her father likely arranged the wardrobe, but she hesitated slightly when she thought about Litte’s true nature.

“Did my father tell you anything?”

She asked thoughtfully, wondering if her father had given Litte instructions he hadn’t shared with her. Litte shook his head no.

This meant either Cielin had to figure it out herself, or it was simply a trivial matter not worth thinking about. She didn’t know her father’s motives, but she straightened her back as she slipped into the dress Litte provided.

“Ah, I miss my servant clothes. I hate dresses; they’re so hard to move in.”

“Please stop complaining.”

Litte let out an obvious sigh through the mirror. The girl reflected in the glass watched him with amusement. Cielin’s smile widened.

“This is my first invitation to a meal. Come, let’s hurry.”