What Your Majesty Desires - Chapter 3.7

“I thought I told you to be careful?”

Curtis, who had been kneeling respectfully on one knee in front of Marilyn, quietly pulled a dagger from his ankle and stood up.

“Grab her.”

A simple command. The soldiers, as if they had foreseen this, didn’t seem surprised.

They immediately approached Deborah, restrained her arms, and forcefully lifted her chin.

“Can’t you let go of this? Let go! This, Haa… Let…” Deborah’s mouth was forcibly opened by the soldiers’ strong grip.

Unable to move, Deborah looked at Curtis, who was now standing right in front of her, and frantically darted her eyes around. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m, I’m the Empress. How dare you treat me like this!”

“The higher-ups will understand if you lose your tongue.”

Until the trial, you just need to stay alive.

“If my hand slips, only your mouth will be torn. Stay still.”

That was the instruction. Curtis, aligning the dagger’s angle inside Deborah’s mouth without hesitation, looked no different from when he had tried to plunge his longsword into Aiden’s back.

Deborah tried her best to avoid the predicted brutality, but all she could move were her restless eyes. Just as Curtis’s knife was about to enter Deborah’s mouth.

“No. Aaaah… Ack…!”

“S, stop it.”

Curtis paused at Marilyn’s soft scream.

“Curtis. Please don’t. Please.”

“Your Highness?” Curtis turned around with a flustered expression.

“Were you surprised? I was just…”

He absolutely didn’t mean to startle her. You saw it too. I clearly warned her beforehand, but she spoke first, too carelessly. Despite the clear justification, it seemed insufficient to persuade Marilyn.

Curtis quickly put away the dagger and walked towards her, seeing Marilyn stiffen, tremble like an aspen, and slowly back against the wall. “It seems the room is quite small now that I’m inside.

I’ll send out the foul-mouthed one right away, so please stay here today…”

“N, no. It’s because I came in here, so I, I’ll leave.”

Marilyn hesitantly got up from her spot, leaning against the wall. And she took a step towards the door, subtly avoiding Curtis’s eyes. The reason she couldn’t move further forward was that she hadn’t forgotten she was a prisoner.

Perhaps afraid that she might be assaulted if she acted arbitrarily and displeased Curtis, Marilyn crouched there, waiting for Curtis’s orders. This isn’t how you’re supposed to serve someone.

From behind Curtis, who was feeling awkward. “W, well, I can’t go anywhere else.

How can the Empress be in the same room as those others?” The same nonsense was heard again.

If this Empress and Marilyn were kept in the same place, it wouldn’t be long before Marilyn was harmed again.

“Follow me.”

Originally, the Empress should have been the one to leave, but Curtis didn’t argue with Marilyn and silently took her out of the solitary cell. Only after being completely separated from the Empress did Marilyn lower her hand from her chest and let out a sigh she had been holding in. She was too docile to spend a night in prison.

“Take her to a room without dangerous people.”

“Yes, sir.” As if they had a place in mind, the soldiers immediately led them to a cell.

Inside the cell were young ladies who had dressed up to attend the engagement banquet. Startled by the torch stopping in front of the cell, the ladies all turned away, avoiding the soldiers’ gazes. At first glance, there wasn’t anyone who would harm Marilyn. Curtis nodded, and the soldiers immediately unlocked the cell door and opened it.

“Go inside.”

Marilyn awkwardly nodded in return, giving her final greeting to Curtis, who was being polite to the end. Marilyn carefully moved inside, trying her best not to step on the ladies’ voluminous dress trains that filled the narrow prison floor. Curtis silently watched her quietly find a corner and curl up.

“No talking between prisoners.”

That was all Curtis could do for her. She was going to die tomorrow anyway, so why was he so concerned about her spending a day in prison?

At some point, Curtis abruptly turned and walked away, and soon the soldiers also disappeared into the distance with their torches to see him off.

“…”

“…”

A heavy silence lingered in the darkened cell for a while.

The ladies were constantly looking outside, wary of the soldiers’ presence, as if they were suddenly turning around. While the ladies were doing that, Marilyn tried her best not to be noticed, finding a corner and facing the wall. Of course, that didn’t mean the ladies’ interest in her disappeared. “I’m Isabella.

Which family are you from?” The lady next to Marilyn, who had been looking for a chance to speak, asked quietly, as if whispering. The problem was that everyone in the cell could hear that small voice because it was so quiet.

“Uh, me?” “Yes.”

Marilyn awkwardly met the ladies’ clear eyes, who were waiting for her answer. T

hey thought that Marilyn was in the same situation as them, having been unexpectedly imprisoned in the underground dungeon after coming to celebrate the princess’s engagement, but she wasn’t. How would they react if they found out Marilyn was a princess? ‘A princess? You?’

They would ask if it was true that Emperor Rodri had adopted a child born out of wedlock and hidden her in the West Stone Tower, a rumor she thought was just a rumor, and if she was the protagonist of that bizarre rumor.

“Uh, I’m just…” She was just.

Nothing.

An existence that didn’t need to be noticed whether she was here or not. The ladies’ lips gradually pursed as Marilyn hesitated, unable to even come up with a suitable excuse.

It was clear that she was from an insignificant family, since she couldn’t speak at all. To the point that they didn’t need to pay attention to her. “Ahem, what were we talking about earlier?”

The lady who had asked the question turned her head, feeling embarrassed when Marilyn didn’t answer. Soon, the ladies ignored Marilyn and talked among themselves.

“I completely agree with the Duchess. They won’t kill us in the trial tomorrow.”

“Of course. The princess committed suicide and caused this mess, so only the royals should be executed. We just came to celebrate. What crime did we commit?” Of course, of course. The ladies nodded urgently as if they were one.

“But isn’t it really too much? To try to resolve this, His Majesty the Emperor was going to give up the gold mine rights and everything Dextin could give. But that crazy murderer…”

“Shh! Be careful what you say. If the Gler soldiers hear us, we’re dead.” Crazy murderer.

Marilyn looked at the lady who was speaking, surprised by the unexpected words.

Marilyn had heard about Hernis to some extent while taking bridal classes instead of Princess Thalia.

It was said that he was as brave as a god on the battlefield, more dignified than anyone in the imperial family, and never lost his grace and elegance as a royal at any moment.

The words ‘crazy’ or ‘murderer’ were never among the words used to describe him. ‘Could they be talking about the chief guard?’ Marilyn was soon convinced, thinking of Jerome, who had been standing coldly like ice next to Hernnis.

Someone with cruel eyes and no mercy like Jerome might have earned a nickname like ‘crazy murderer.’

“So, what happens to the prophecy now?”

Prophecy?

“That ridiculous story about the Dextin Empire destroying the Gler Empire if they don’t have a royal marriage? How is that a prophecy?” This was all new to Marilyn. “Some strange old woman appeared and said that the power of the blue diamond would completely engulf Gler, but it’s ridiculous even when I hear it again.” Blue diamond?

Did all this happen because of the blue diamond?

“Now that the only princess is gone, they’re going to search Dextin like crazy to find the blue diamond. They’re like beasts who kill as easily as they eat, so they’ll kill all the Dextin people to find it somehow…”

“Honestly, where is the blue diamond? It’s just a legend.”

“That’s what I’m saying.” A story that only exists in legends, that’s right.

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