Chapter 300: Magic Academy, Secrets, and a Journey to Tarbes
Kingdom of Tristain, Tristania, Royal Palace.
At this moment, in the great hall of the castle, Chelsea was half-crouched behind Louise, discreetly observing the young princess who was sitting on a throne with a regal bearing.
She was a girl with a beautiful face and a slender figure, with an innate elegance. On her head rested a white tiara set with three emeralds, and her short hair, a peculiar shade between purple and red, contrasted with the deep blue of her eyes.
At that moment, Princess Henrietta was looking at a letter in her hands, sent by Prince Wales. Her gaze reflected a mixture of sadness, concern and helplessness.
A few moments later, a few tears slid down her cheeks.
"Your Highness!" Louise looked at her with regret. She wanted to say something to comfort her, but the words stuck in her throat. As a noble, she fully understood the importance and necessity of political marriages. But if one already has someone in their heart, the pain that comes with this situation is unimaginable.
"I'm fine."
Henrietta approached Louise and, unable to contain herself, hugged her tightly. Despite her tears, she smiled.
"Thank you... Thank you very much, Louise. Thank you for bringing me his letter."
They both hugged each other for a long time, crying silently until they managed to calm down and slowly separate.
Henrietta wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, stood up, looked at Chelsea, who was speechless, and gratefully said in a very soft tone, "You may stand, Lady Chelsea."