Chapter 180: Polite people in the carriage
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Raylen was washing the blood from his hands when the head servant entered the room. She informed him,
"Master Raylen, the princess was looking for you."
Grabbing a cloth, he used it to wipe his hands dry before turning to look at her, and remarked, "Sounds very unlike the princess to look for me. Was the room or the food not to her taste?"
"It wasn’t about that. She wanted to know why you asked her to be ready tomorrow," Lauren replied, watching her master pick up his cigar and extinguish it in an ashtray. "Also, I believe she may be attempting to summon someone."
Raylen’s grim gaze met the curious eyes of the maid before he ordered,
"Clean this table and throw the bones to the hound. Have the other one set up before I return," and stepped out of the room. His black shoes made a clicking sound against the white marble floor as he strode towards Emily’s room. Upon reaching her door, he turned the doorknob and entered the room. His perfectly arched eyebrows lifted in response to the brightness, and he remarked,
"Are you trying to manifest the sun in here?"
Emily was in the process of lighting the last candle when his voice startled her, and her hand moved forward, causing her to accidentally burn herself instead of the candle’s wick. She winced in pain before turning around to meet his eyes. She said,
"In Versailles, it is considered basic manners to knock before entering a room, especially when it belongs to a woman."