Fake Princess
CHAPTER 81
But I don't think the king and queen will really listen, and Paula is already considering visiting Omar in the countryside. I didn't trust Paula completely, but there was a small voice inside me that constantly harassed me with doubt whenever I actually considered talking to her.
That's why we don't have anyone. And I don't know how to save a country. Substitute daughter, failed dye, copied—not a single role prepared me for this problem. I'm out of ideas.
I closed my eyes, shutting myself from the despair that gripped me. If only the astrologer had never made that prophecy. The prophecy didn't happen, did it? No one tried to kill me before my sixteenth birthday, so there really was no need for a fake daughter. And had they felt that there was no need to exchange me for the princess, whoever did it would not have had the chance to make a second exchange. The throne is in danger, and I don't have to try to protect it. Why, why should the prophecy? Shouldn't the clairvoyant be able to see that none of that would happen?
It felt like something was running through my spine, widening at the bottom like a stinging wave. Siderrus. That's where it all started.
” Amelia?” Devan realized I wasn't paying attention to him, and I felt he reached out to touch my arm.
My eyes opened, looking back at Devan. “ Siderros,”ujarku. “ We will go to Siderros.”
It took us six days to get to our destination. At first I suspected it was a long time to calm my nerves, but while I was there, staring down the road to the temple at Siderros, I had to grip the mane of my horse to stay upright. My heart sounded perforated in my ears, and my vision was blurry.
“ What if they don't want to help us?” I asked slowly.
“ Don't think so,” Devan replied. “ After all, who can resist a sweet noble and look harmless like this? They're monks and nuns, and a fortune teller. I don't know how long they haven't seen visitors like us, only the Nameless God knows. They must be fascinated.”
Devan pulled the reins of his horse trying to eat the thorny grass growing by the roadside, then looked at me sharply.
“ You forgot who you are, Miss Muller. As my little sister you are a charming girl who is rather cherry-picked, has educational ambitions and a strange interest in the predictions of the latest fortune-tellers. If you're not like that, maybe I'd rather stay in the palace than accompany you on a trip like this.”
I'm sighing. “ Of course, brother.”
Devan's lips frowned when he heard my rather high tone of voice, but he just pressed his knees for his horse to advance and said, “ Then, come on. There's no point waiting.”
Of course, Devan is right. So I patted the horse's waist, followed Devan down the road to the temple gate.
The trip to Siderros would probably have been faster if we had nicer rides. However, I rejected the idea of using the Devan— family horses - too large a proof that shows his involvement— - so Devan rented our mounts from a horse rental stables in Flower, which is why, who would not seem to recognize the face of a young noble. Although not at all fussy, but also not accustomed to long trips, these horses tend to weaken in the afternoon.
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