The Oblivious Saint Can't Contain Her Power: Forget My Sister! Turns Out I Was the Real Saint All Along! Volume 2 [Parts 1 to 6] by Almond

Author:Almond
Language: eng
Format: epub

Interlude: (Marisa)

“Forget it! Forget about the dress! I’m here to see Marisa, so please do tell me if you are capable of fetching her or not! I would have words with my sister, and I shall not be denied!” Marielle’s demands cut through the air, a finale to nearly twenty minutes of what could only be described as a toddler’s tantrum.

Twenty excruciating minutes of unseemly behavior in front of royalty, without the slightest hint of a proper introduction to boot—it was a lamentable truth that this person was my sister. Standing there, hands defiantly on her hips, she embodied the very essence of arrogance. Any hope I had harbored that this morning’s events might have instilled a semblance of humility in her had clearly been misplaced. I’d known she was foolish, but this foolish? Her blindness to the earlier graciousness shown by Their Highnesses only deepened my sense of shame.

Prince Edward, undaunted by my sister’s petulance, stood firm. “As I’ve stated this morning, you cannot demand anything of me.”

“But please, Your Highness, can’t you make an exception? I simply want to talk to my sister!”

Princess Carolina, on the other hand, addressed Marielle with patience and understanding, as if she were lecturing a wayward child. “Now, Lady Marielle, while I’m sure to you the matter seems simple enough—you simply want to speak with your sister—you must see that to everyone else, it might sound like you, a lady of a noble house, are insisting that we, the royal family, allow you to deprive us of the service of one of our handmaidens. Do you see how that might not be construed as proper behavior?”

My lady’s gentle chiding was direct, yet Marielle appeared utterly baffled. While I outwardly maintained my perfect poise and posture, in my mind, I pressed a palm to my forehead in sheer disbelief. Is she truly incapable of comprehending the folly of her actions?

“Why, pray tell, might it not be construed as proper? Why may not a lady of a noble house make demands of royalty?” Marielle asked, her voice tinged with genuine confusion. “Is it a matter of the degree of peerage? Is my title not enough to grant me audience?”

Marielle’s impertinent statements left everyone speechless. Princess Carolina, visibly exasperated, pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering under her breath, “I’m not sure how I can make this any simpler...”

Prince Edward, regaining his composure, interjected, “This isn’t a matter of title or rank. It’s rare indeed for any member of the nobility to request personal favors from royalty.”

“Rare, you say?” Marielle echoed. There was a glint in her eye that heralded another round of misunderstandings. “Then how might I earn such a privilege?”

The Prince’s response was measured. “Such a privilege is generally earned by either proving yourself through significant service to this country, or by obliging a member of the royal family.”

Marielle’s eyes brightened in misguided hope. “Ah, so all I need to do is oblige Your Highnesses, and then you’ll permit me to see her!”

The audacity of her assumption brought another wave of dumbfounded silence.

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