My Fiancee Was the Villainess of This World

17 – The Rude Prince and the Fiancée in the Cage

Priscilla began to examine the handkerchief with a serious expression.

Rather than the appearance of a woman who enjoys hobbies—

‘It’s like watching a craftsman.’

I felt like I was watching a craftsman, and I ate and laughed without my knowledge.

“Nothing to worry about. After all, handkerchiefs are consumables.”

I won’t care what the outcome is.

I just needed an excuse anyway.

“Do you have any shape you want?”

“Well….”

It’s the shape you want.

I couldn’t think of anything specific.

Unfortunately, there was no one around me who would give me something like this.

My mother also enjoyed gardening, a rather noble hobby, but she did not enjoy embroidery very much, so she has never received a gift like this.

‘… Should I call it a gift?’

It is a situation where he forcibly held a handkerchief and asked in a tone close to her order to embroider it.

Isn’t this talent donation if packaged well, and labor exploitation if thought normally?

My eyebrows furrowed because I felt a little strange.

“This is the first time I received an embroidered item from someone. So don’t leave it entirely up to you.”

“First….”

Priscilla reacted to the word “First time” And started a snowball fight with a handkerchief with a more serious expression than before.

It seemed as if a hole would be pierced in the handkerchief.

It really feels too serious to be a hobby.

Is this a common hobby?

‘….’

Once again, I felt like something was caught.

What is it?

What am I missing right now?

“What Maximilian-sama likes—”

“No, let’s do something else here.”

“… Yes?”

“No matter what, I don’t think my hobby would suit a handkerchief.”

My most wholesome hobbies are horseback riding and hunting, but I don’t think that would go well with something called a handkerchief.

“Since it’s such a long time coming, I would like you to do something that comes to mind. Yes, that would be nice.”

Since Priscilla was a peerless beauty, I was also interested in her character in her previous life.

That’s why the scene where she appears is relatively memorable, and it seems that there was a description of her showing interest in a flower called freesia.

“Do it with Freesia. I think it will be okay because you are reminiscent.”

So she put the freesia in her mouth, and Priscilla opened her eyes wide and started staring at me.

“Is it difficult?”

“Oh, no, eh….”

… Could this have something to do with my lost memories of six years ago?

It was a complicated feeling.

Freesia… Freesia….

Priscilla muttered that in a very low voice, and began weaving her composition, looking around at her handkerchief.

That serious expression was really strange, so even without a conversation, I didn’t feel bored.

“There is no need to rush. Take it easy.”

“….”

Usually, I would have agreed to understand in moderation, but I was so focused that I couldn’t even hear my voice.

With this, you can spend your time looking around.

… I definitely thought so at first.

‘I’m bored.’

At first, just watching was a good feeling.

However, people who normally enjoy active hobbies cannot be happy in a situation where they drink tea without anything.

In the first place, this was not the direction I had in mind.

‘I thought I’d say something.’

She said that although her mother did not embroider her clothes, she would knit when winter came.

She sat in her rocking chair, sipping the warmth of the fireplace, while her knitting mother was a little more chatty than usual.

I thought embroidery would be similar to knitting, but Priscilla seems to be the type of person who doesn’t know who’s carrying her when she concentrates on something.

In a way, I looked very like her, but I was so bored sitting on her sofa and sipping tea.

‘How can you take your hobby so seriously?’

A hobby is a resting place to endure boring daily life.

However, Priscilla only seemed to perform the task of embroidery like a machine.

So it was inevitable that the other side watching would be boring as well.

‘I have to go to the bathroom at least.’

“Excuse me for a second.”

I said that and got up from her seat, and Priscilla managed to lift her head from her handkerchief.

“I’m going to look around the garden and come back.”

“That,”

“It has been done. Even the ladies-in-waiting know the location.”

I left the drawing room, leaving Priscilla to respond to me in an awkward manner.

As I said it would be comfortable to go to the bathroom anyway, it’s a mansion of such size that it wouldn’t be a problem if you wandered around a bit.

If you don’t feel stuffy while drinking tea there, it wouldn’t be bad to look around as if you were taking a light walk.

“This is it, Your Highness.”

I followed the maid who guided her to the bathroom and slowly walked down the hallway, taking in the mansion where Priscilla was staying a little more slowly.

‘You only have an assortment. Are they things sent from the family?’

As much as he was called a madman, he enjoyed luxury and pleasure, so he prides himself on being sensitive to fashion in his own way.

That’s why you can’t help but notice the sense of incongruity felt in the ornaments decorated in Count Arbest’s villa.

‘It looks like a grandparent’s house.’

Nobles are people who pay attention to details in order to look even a little more elegant.

So, each piece of furniture or ornaments placed in a room has its own theme.

But this villa doesn’t have that theme.

I just hang ornaments that I think are of little value or art pieces made by the same artist.

This was the bravado of a rich man, not the luxury of an aristocrat.

Aside from that, the decorations felt excessive for such a small-sized villa.

A half of this would be enough.

‘If it’s a villa where people live, you can reduce it by half again.’

Most of the nobles who built villas in Jejedo only built them for the purpose of staying for a while when there was business in the imperial castle.

That’s why I don’t spend a lot of money on makeup.

‘Is it a law to know ten when you see one?’

Because it’s such a rich family, why are the servants so lousy?

Even though I’m Priscilla’s fiancé, it doesn’t change my status as the next emperor, the crown prince.

But how could the servants show this attitude?

It bothered me from the first time I came to this mansion.

Priscilla greeted me, she thought of her face and said nothing.

But usually, when the imperial family comes to visit, it is basic courtesy for all the servants to come out to greet them at the entrance.

I can’t keep the basics like this….

……

…

After going to the bathroom, the uncomfortable part has gone a little.

Anyway, it’s a family that was related to Priscilla, and Arbest was a family that I didn’t even care about from the beginning.

I don’t think that will ever happen, but if she becomes my wife, I intend to sever her ties with her family, so it doesn’t matter too much.

… It’s a story of what if, if.

“Is this a study?”

After all, even a villa is a place where people live.

Of course, a slightly larger space prepared in the shade of a mansion is a study.

Because sunlight can ruin books.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“… Can I stop by for a while?”

I should at least read a book because I think it will be less boring.

But first ask Priscilla, the owner of the house—

“Of course, Your Highness.”

“Um.”

The maid naturally bowed her head to me, and then she strode forward and opened the door to the study.

‘That’s ridiculous.’

Usually I’m a little embarrassed and have to ask for permission from the owner of the house, Priscilla.

No matter how much the royal family is, since they are now guests, there’s no way they could enter a place like this without the owner’s permission.

Are you going to be the owner of this house?

My anger rose for a moment, but I went into the study without bothering to show it.

“Go out. It won’t take too long.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The eyes of the villa workers as if observing us.

Crude response, as if he had never learned how to respond.

And the fact that Priscilla, who is sensitive to such manners, doesn’t impose any restrictions, etc.

I glanced lightly through the books in the library, remembering things that felt out of place.

‘… It’s amazing.’

Have you read so many books in so many different fields?

It must have been that I tried so hard that I thought it deserved the expression “Gijae.”

‘….’

It was a moment when I felt ashamed of my past, when I was called a fool and forgot my duties as a crown prince.

As I was sweeping the bookshelf in a slightly embarrassed mood, I also noticed a book carefully tucked away in the corner.

‘Do you read books like this?’

Women in the street catches the eye with provocative titles that only women can read.

So, I skimmed the contents lightly, and a part that explicitly described how to attract a man’s attention caught my eye.

‘Even a stone woman can seduce an eunuch… ‘

Isn’t that really blatant?

But thinking that Priscilla had read this, I felt like I was giggling and laughing without knowing it.

Aside from that, there are quite a few books for advice on love relationships between men and women.

Yes, that’s right.

That was it.

It wasn’t a bad feeling.

For some reason, I felt as if I had visited the dragon’s rarity rather than the tiger’s den.

If you read this in front of him, I think you’ll get a pretty interesting reaction.

Wouldn’t Priscilla blush and try to snatch her book from me with her unusual floundering?

It must have been very pleasant to see him.

I took out a book and held it while calming the corner of my mouth that leaked into a giggle.

‘… No, let’s refrain from today.’

It’s not enough to enter the study without permission, maybe she’s bothered by what can be called her shameful part?

I thought it might have been me in the days of madness, but I don’t think I am now.

‘Let’s go back.’

I went out of the study empty-handed to make the fact that I had stopped by this place a thing that never happened.

Then I met the eyes of the lady-in-waiting outside the library.

She quickly ran her eyes over my whole body as if she were lowering her gaze.

She went into the study, but did she question me when I came out empty-handed?

It was still a rude attitude for a servant.

‘I’ll have to call it Biryonggwan for the time being.’

I thought it would be better for Priscilla too.

Thought so, I walked a little faster and entered the drawing room where Priscilla was.

Priscilla was still embroidering my handkerchief with great concentration.

“I’m back, Priscilla.”

I didn’t seem to notice that I had entered, so I pretended to be a little shy and Priscilla was startled.

“Wow!”

“Are you okay?!”

I panicked and pulled Priscilla’s left hand.

I could see blood trickling up and forming drops between her white fingers.

“Bring your sanitary supplies!”

When I shouted that in a slightly urgent voice, the lady-in-waiting who had entered the drawing room with me blinked her eyes and quickly left the drawing room.

It was a reaction that seemed insignificant.

It felt like my stomach was boiling.

“It’s okay, Maximilian.”

Priscilla slipped her hand away from me, and she caressed her injured part with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“It looked ugly.”

“Stupid. Why are you blaming….”

It’s my fault.

It felt like my mouth was drying up with guilt.

Smart.

“Your Highness, hygiene products—”

“Bring it.”

I hurriedly received her sanitary products from her lady-in-waiting.

She kicked her out of her then she tried to take action on her directly.

I didn’t want to entrust anything to the servants of this mansion anymore.

It felt like something was boiling.