She had lived in this mansion for three years before, too, but it was impossible for her to have missed it. Even so, a wave of nostalgia hit Violet as she raised, but at that momentâ
âMilady!â
With a loud voice, someone came running to her.
It was a terribly rude act to appear in such a way in front of a high noble, even more so because the person who called Violet was of a significantly lower status.
However, Violet did not reproach the maid for her self-indulgence. The only reaction Violet had was that of surprise.
ââŠâŠâ
âHeavens, itâs really you, Milady. A-Ack. Iâm so sorry!â
The newcomer maid, after realizing her mistake, let out a gasp and stopped herself from talking.
When the butler quietly gave her a look, the maid stepped back and maintained proper courtesy.
Violet tried to recall who she was, but there was no name that came to mind.
Still, Violet could remember this maid from before. Mikhail had scolded Violet at that time, making her cry, and the maid had come to her secretly with a snack. The maid was all grown up now.
The girl back then, who consoled the young ducal lady and told her she did nothing wrong, still had a little of her old self now.
Ten years had passed since then. Violet looked around the mansion again, marveling at the memory.
She couldnât remember all of them, but she found a few familiar faces.
There were also people who just did their job, harboring not a single grain of hostility or malice for her.
Gauging Violetâs response, Roen smiled softly.
âDo you like it?â
ââŠLike what?â
Itâs not like she didnât know what exactly Roen had prepared, but she pretended not to have noticed anyway. Seeing his younger sisterâs coy reaction, Roen just laughed.
âI made sure that youâd be as comfortable as possible with the people here. It would be awkward if theyâre frightened by your notoriety, right?â
âYou did something useless.â
âBut youâre not saying that you hate it.â
ââŠâŠâ
Of course, itâs just that. She didnât say she hated it.
But Violet was touched. Itâs an emotion as small as a fingernail, but nonetheless poignant.
But she didnât want to answer honestly, so she just stayed quiet.
Roenâs eyes curved softly, knowing that her response was not a rejection.
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The attendant who was guiding the ducal ladyâs group quickly realized how tired Violet was, and so he recommended that she should rest.
According to the itinerary, she was scheduled for a long tour around the mansion. However, Violet willingly accepted the attendantâs suggestion.
Soon, she was shown to a room that she had never been in before.
Apparently, Roen had already decided to take Violet with him to the capital long before he even asked her about it, and he had ordered for a large-scale renovation of the townhouse to prepare for their arrival.
Did he even have money left to have taken up such a project, really.
Violet was about to comment on it, but considering the duchyâs money, of course there would still be a lot left over.
Roen chattered on about the townhouseâs new studio and gallery, but he was promptly kicked out of the room.
Violet was so exhausted that she couldnât even talk. This was another reason she diligently had to build her stamina.
Itâs true that mental fatigue wasnât directly connected to physical fatigue, but her poor stamina was something she inwardly resented.
All she wanted right here and now was to rest. Violetâs wish was quite momentary.
Violet brought with her only the barest of belongings, and since the trends changed quickly, she didnât bring much clothes. Thatâs why her closet was empty right now.
With a pleasant expression, Roen suggested to Violet that, after the long nap sheâd have now, she should get fitted for her new clothes.
Violet had a hunch that if she were to go clothes shopping with that fellow, sheâd essentially just be a dress-up doll.
âIâm not here to attend social events, so I donât need such clothes.â
âBut Violet, you at least need a few dresses that follow the current trendâŠâ
âThen Iâll just buy clothes when I need them. I wonât go out right now either way, so itâll just be a waste.â
âBut the Crown Princeâs birthday banquet is right around the corner next month?â
ââŠDo I really have to go?â
âMmh, well attendance isnât mandatory per se⊠Unless the Imperial Family directly sends you an invitation.â
âThen, I refuse to go. Iâm tired, so I want to take a rest now.â
âAlright.â
Roen was sad to receive Violetâs refusal. Surely sheâd have to get fitted for clothes sooner or later, but she had just gotten off a long carriage ride.
Not wanting to be pestered any more, Violet let out a slow sigh.
She had come to the capital now, but one after another, signs were cropping up that her life wouldnât change immediately. Perhaps there was nothing she could do about this.
In the end, she was a ducal lady and, all the more, she was obligated to carry with her the status of her father and brothers.
Socializing was terribly exhausting, and so she hated it.
Whether it was an internal feud or a political fight, she didnât need to know. There were enough women out there who could be the flower of high society. Itâs just such a tiring thing.
Thereafter, Violet decided not to do anything for a week straight.
* * *
Roen was a busy man. He was already busy before he came to the capital, and he became even busier the moment he stepped foot into this place.
Since he had been named as the next duke, many people wanted to meet with him.
That aside, he was originally a close friend of the crown prince, but heâs been ignoring the crown princeâs invitation because the prince was âtiresomeâ.
As Roen had come to the capital, itâs only natural that he was so busy.
Inevitably, Roen could no longer ignore the invitations of the imperial family and the other noble households, and while Roen was away, numerous invitations arrived for Violet as well.
t/n: my laptop survived, thank goodness!! there werenât any major problems, it was just being a drama queen >.>