Fake Princess
CHAPTER 13
The crate of my things was placed in the corner, the dress I wore last night was placed on it. Long streaks of light barged in through the cracks of the small window that the cover had installed. I stood up, rubbed my eyes and staggered towards my coffin. The dress I was wearing yesterday wasn't dirty, so I was trying to wear it over my inner dress. This is one of the simplest dresses I have, or used to have, but I rarely dress without the help of at least one of my ladies, and it takes me a long time to wear it properly.
Fortunately, the footwear I was wearing was thin sandals, with no buckles or straps, and I just had to put my feet in it. I straightened up, unsure if I should feel proud or frustrated with my ability to dress myself, and it was at that moment that I saw another thing lying on top of the crate.
The little pouch that Ronald's uncle gave me yesterday, lying next to the letter to my aunt, all the way up Vivaskari to Treb I peeked at the contents. Now, as I put the letter on the bed, I reached out and took the bag, weighing it over my hand before pulling the strap.
A small pile of gold coins gnashed at me from inside the bag.
My chest suddenly tightened, as if a ghostly hand was squeezing my waist hard. I stared at the coins for a longer time trying to remember how to breathe, then opened the chest and slipped the bag into the deepest corner. I slammed the lid of the crate and found it, hugging my body.
Emotions mixed up as if tore me apart, so I didn't know what to feel. Angry, because they deserve to pay me for “ jasaku” on the kingdom. Humiliated, because they judged my sixteen years of life by such a small amount. Because the money in the bag is not how much.
It is the mind that makes my head think clearly. I know what kind of trouble a clone can cause within the kingdom. Four generations ago Thorvaldor was almost torn apart when a royal son decided he was a better candidate for the throne than his older sister.
Had my former parents felt the need to protect their real daughter by making sure I didn't have the funds to start a rebellion, I could have understood. Maybe I would have done the same thing, if I had still lived in the palace. It still hurts, but maybe they just meant to save Diana from harm, not to hurt Amelia. Yes, I forced myself to breathe calmly. That's what I might think.
Right now I'm worried, wondering if I should give my aunt the money. After all, he had accepted me at his house, when he could have rejected me. & my judgment of Treb last night, even that sum of money would have been considered a generous gift. However, something was preventing me from approaching the chest & taking the money bag.
I'm still holding a letter from the king, and who knows what it is. Maybe it was a gift for her, in return for throwing an unknown relative out of her whereabouts at her door last night.
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