The Oblivious Saint Can't Contain Her Power: Forget My Sister! Turns Out I Was the Real Saint All Along! Volume 1 [Parts 1 to 8] by Almond

Author:Almond
Language: eng
Format: epub

The following morning brought more lessons on imperial etiquette with Her Majesty, which required me to retrace my steps to the lecture hall from the day before. I was not, however, met with the empty classroom of my previous session. I was instead greeted by a room brimming with racks of beautiful gowns and dresses. Tables and boxes overflowed with accessories and jewelry, occupying every spare inch of space. At first, I doubted that I was in the correct place. The array of dresses and finery suggested nothing short of the highest quality. Had I inadvertently interrupted a tailoring appointment for someone else?

Someone else? The realization dawned on me, followed by a mental eye roll at my failure to grasp the obvious. It wasn’t just “someone else”—it was the empress, no doubt about it. In the royal castle, who could command such a lavish enterprise but a member of the royal family?

Scanning the room, I indeed spotted the empress with what appeared to be a detailed catalog in hand, intently giving instructions to a maid. Well, it looks like my lesson isn’t happening today, I thought.

I turned to the handmaiden who’d accompanied me here. “It seems we’ve intruded on something, Marisa. Shall we head back to my room?”

The raven-haired beauty offered only a befuddled “huh?” as she stared back at me with bewildered eyes.

Had I suggested something strange? Surely the empress, engrossed as she was in her fantastical wardrobe, did not wish to be disturbed?

Snapping out of her confused stupor, Marisa shook her head. “How in the world are we to choose a dress if you’re absent?” she stammered out hastily.

“How are we to...? I’m not sure I follow,” I responded. “Her Majesty is present, isn’t she? What need does she have for me?”

“Y-You do not wish to pick out a gown?”

“Me choose a gown? For Her Majesty?”

We seemed to be at an impasse—Marisa, unexpectedly flustered; myself, perpetually perplexed. The conversation seemed to run aground as we exchanged looks of mute puzzlement. Was she trying to keep me from leaving? I couldn’t fathom why. What possible reason could there be to prevent us from discussing the matter in full when we were back in the privacy of my room and out of the empress’s business?

“Could we discuss this later?” I suggested. “For now, let’s—”

“Ah, good. You’re here.”

Drat. Cutting off my request was the icy, monotonous voice I’d come to recognize all too well. I’d hoped for a quiet exit before she’d realized my presence, but fate it seemed had other plans.

I grasped the hem of my dress, spun around, and bobbed a modest curtsy. “Greetings, Your Majesty. My sincerest apologies for my lapse in not formally acknowledging you at once. I wished to not disturb you during your fitting session. Now, if you’ll permit me, I shall make myself scarce.”

“No need to apologize, Carolina. I am not so easily offended as all that,” the empress replied. “But you wish to leave? How are we to proceed in fitting an appropriate

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