Chapter 12 — The Vows
A transparent veil was placed on Cynthia’s head as she sat in a chair, facing her reflection in the mirror.
A white sleeveless gown elegantly embraced her perfectly hourglass figure. A thin, transparent lace fabric draped over her arms like sleeves, though it was separate from the dress—intended to draw less attention from the nobles to Cynthia’s fashion sense than she usually received. A few pearls adorned the center of the dress near her chest, arranged to form a flower.
A few maids were double-checking her outfit, while the princess remained surprisingly silent without causing a scene.
"Perhaps she is nervous like any other girl would be before her wedding?" one of the servants whispered.
"Her? Nervous? There’s no way. She makes others nervous," another woman replied with a faint laugh.
Taking a deep breath, Cynthia spoke.
"How long until the wedding?" she demanded, her voice as sharp as ever, echoing in the room that fell into silence.
Her employees gulped and exited the room one by one, leaving only Rin by Cynthia’s side.
"The wedding will begin soon. Just bear with it, Your Highness," Rin said with a grin, gently brushing off a stray thread from Cynthia’s dress.
"Why aren’t you leaving?" the princess demanded.
"Do you wish to be alone?"