Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Daughter of Wilhemn

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Abela smiled awkwardly, in front of Rewelin who was still smiling kindly. Either Abela felt surprised because it turned out that Rewelin was close to her. Or because Rewelin and Armand are still in a good relationship.

"Madam." The call of Rewelin disperse the reverie of Abela.

"I'm sorry for my irreverence, madam" Abela said.

"Madam did nothing. Madam doesn't have to worry." Rewelin smiled kindly making Abela feel at ease.

"You don't seem to be enjoying this party" Rewelin said again.

"I'm just not used to it. All I know in this hall is Her Majesty the Queen and the Duke of Estonia." Abela smiled.

"Actually the two of us are also quite close to madam. You can count on me." Rowelin blinked one eye making Abela laugh.

"Thank you" said Abela sincerely.

The music was already heard, and all the invitations began to dance and dance. Abela and Rowelin were still standing at the same spot. It seems that Marques Delacour was also summoned by the King.

"So Madam Delacour," Abela whispered somewhat closer to Rewelin, "Do you know where Wilhemn's daughter is?"

"Madam feels weird too, right? He's not in this hall. And all influential people are called by the king." Rewelin answered carefully.

"It's very strange, considering this party for him. Is she upset that Armand didn't become her bride?" Abela's words made Rewelin laugh.

"Armand could not have accepted the proposal. Not with a woman like you next to her" Rewelin said.

Abela raised her eyebrows. "You're praising me too much."

"There is no need to be humble Madam. You are indeed amazing. You have to accept that. At least ...." Rewelin did not continue his words. And Abela also did not want to know further what she wanted to say.

"You want to take a walk in the park. There's a beautiful fountain in the middle of the rose garden." Rewelin gave quite good advice.

"I think .. that's good advice." Abela quickly agreed.

The two of them left the hall and started talking again, so Abela knew that Rewelin had never had children from her marriage to Armand. With Marques, she had three daughters.

Their conversation was quite interesting and relaxing. Abela was not bothered by the presence of Rewelin. He's actually quite amused. Everything was fine until they heard a groan. Abela was pretty sure the sound was coming from behind the labyrinth garden.

"Is someone hurt?" ask Rewelin slowly.

"I'm not sure, what is possible ...." Abela did not continue her words. But make Rewelin's face flushed. Rewelin opened his fan and covered half his face with it.

"Which young lady did it in the open" said Rewelin slightly whispering.

"Mahaha ...." Abela laughed awkwardly, this reminded her of her dreams back then.

Now they hear******* and that is enough of a reason for them to go from there. Before they knew it, what was around the fountain was not just the two of them.

"Your highness?" abela asked, looking at the Princess of Wilhemn who was quite a mess.

"What the...." Abela did not continue her words. As he saw the tears streaming down the princess' cheeks.

The atmosphere between them is very awkward, the silence is disturbed by the voice of******women, making them unable to shift even a little from where they stand.

Abela forced her smile and approached the Princess.

"Your Majesty ..." call Abela. "Everyone is so worried about you, why are you hiding here?"

"It's all because of you" said the princess riled. Very disrespectful.

"Madam Abela, I think the princess is busy. So how about we leave it here and go back to the hall." Rewelin said it wasn't without cause, but the princess was really well past her level of patience.

Hearing all that, Abela could see the princess was disappointed and held back tears. He wanted to ask for help but his pride did not allow that. But Abela also has no desire to get involved with what might happen to the princess.

But apparently, the Princess of Wilhemn chose to throw away her pride and pull Abela's dress. Abela and Rewelin looked at each other and threw a smile of understanding.

Abela helped the princess stand up. "What happened to you?" ask Abela. The white dress the princess wore was very dirty.

"So you ran away when you saw that?" ask Abela again.

"Who wouldn't run away when he saw that." The daughter of Wilhemn raised her tone.

"Look at yourself Your Majesty," Abela laughed softly. "A very innocent girl like you insists on marrying a man twenty years older than you."

"Duke ... He couldn't have done that." The princess is hurting things she doesn't know. But it made Abela and Rewelin laugh.

"Your majesty, this is Madam Delacour and she's Armand's ex-wife. And you must already know who I am. So we both know better what Duke might and couldn't do." Abela smiled amusedly.

"I'm not surprised by your innocence. I wonder why Armand missed such a rare opportunity to marry a woman as beautiful as you."

"I heard my fiancee changed to Duke of Estonia. I will no longer be accepted into my kingdom. Then I have to accept this engagement. By the descendants of the evil witch. You ... Don't know how ... It's."

And the princess' cries broke, getting louder with time. Rewelin looked at the princess in sympathy. Abela approached the princess and sat down beside her.

"The witch is gone and the Estonian Duke is very handsome. I've met him. At least by looking at his handsome face, the sad things could be a little passed easily." Abela doesn't know what she's saying. It felt so awkward comforting someone who was crying.

Rewelin laughed at what Abela said. "What a unique piece of advice" he said in a laugh.

"I'm not very good at doing this. You know your highness. So let's change your clothes. Where are your servants?" Abela looked around. Where are the girls who followed the princess to and fro.

"They're in the labyrinth" he said. "And call me Lyra."

Rewelin shook her head and helped Abela prop up the princess' body. When some people get close to where they are.

"Abela?" call someone with a familiar voice.

Both Abela and Rewelin knew who that person was. They deftly covered the messy state of the princess.

"Armand, come closer and lend me your cloak." Abela's orders to Armand stunned everyone.

More stunned, when Armand casually approached him and handed him the robe he had been wearing for a moment.

Abela spread the robe and covered the condition of Lyra's dress. "Me and Madam Delacour will take the princess to safety and change her clothes. All the servants he brought were in the labyrinth." Just when Abela said it was sound******* heard again.

Making Armand, Calix and the Crown Prince look shocked.

"What are they doing?" asked the crown prince who was only responded with a cold face by Calix.

"The nearest one from here is the palace where the second prince lives. Say my name and ask them for help." Armand said it calmly. Abela smiled before taking Lyra away from there.

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"I don't know Armand's name is very influential here" Abela told Rewelin, waiting for Lyra to change clothes.

"Before he was Duke, he was the second prince," Rewelin explained. The two of them had already left their formalities since arriving inside the palace.

"Listen, thank you." That was the first thing Lyra said when she came out in a new dress.

"No problem, your honor. It's hard to believe you weren't with Cameron (young unmarried escort)." Rawelin feels good about the girl. If you find someone else. Then the terrible rumors will spread at this time.

"For what purpose do they give it to a banished princess like me" Lyra replied. He could not hide his sadness anymore.

"Then you just choose it. You only need to send a letter to the madams who are over thirty years old, already and have been married. They'll gladly come for your majesty." Rewelin.

"What about you guys?" ask Lyra shyly.

"I can't, I'm busy." Abela answered quickly without thinking about it first. It made Lyra look at him annoyed and Rewelin's laughter sounded again.

" Madam Abela is very unique ..." - Rewelin in the middle of his laughter.

"Sucks more precisely," Lyra murmured not slowly at all.

Abela laughed at that. Their laughter stopped as the waiter told Armand to get them ready for the party hall again.

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