The Readymade Queen

Chapter 3 – Part 2

Suddenly, the back of my neck felt cold as ice.

“Who are you?”
Looking at the ornate curtains that covered the windows, Abigail was only able to think of the palace, which was now on fire.
Everything feels twisted. The future I thought of, the reality I had to choose and settle for, all of that.
“Why did your highness have to die, you came, and, why did you do this!?”
Abigail’s vague voice stopped. The man was still quiet. He was waiting for Abigail’s words to end.
“Why did you take me?”
“…”
“Who are you!?”
The man who was staring at the window covered by the curtains, leaning his head at an angle, looked at Abigail. Not a moment later their eyes meet.
It felt quite ominous for some reason. After a moment of awkward silence he had finally decided to open his mouth.

“Rakiel de Edelgard.” surely. He is the owner of Edelgard.
“Oh My God.”
“And I told you this.”
“Nonsense!” Abigail felt ridiculed.
“You have to become that princess,” he repeated.

As if I was talking too quickly with a low voice to someone who couldn’t hear me.
Abigail was stunned by the calm and stoic face the man had.
Rakiel kept on repeating again and again.
His words after he revealed his name didn’t sound right to her.

“Some time ago, His Majesty the Crown Prince passed away.” Abigail stated.
“Yes.”
“At that time, one more noble had passed, was it the former Duke of Edelgard?”
“Yes it was.” His voice was calm as ever.
“And the former duke, is his majesty, the crown prince’s uncle?”
“Yes. You seem to know very well.”

As if complimenting a six-year-old child, the tone was a bit sneaky. But Abigail felt nothing but confused at that moment.
She continued to talk, piece by piece, as if she was trying to solve a puzzle all alone.
“And you are the cousin of his majesty, the crown prince?”
“Yes.”
“….You are the famous successor and son of the former duke?”
“It’s all just fame,a title passed down.”
“Then you must also be Her Highness, The Queen’s nephew.”
“Yes. Now we are here. cheer up.”
As soon as the man smiled and spit out cheers that didn’t seem really cheerful, Abigail put the last piece of the puzzle together.

“…… Are you the cousin of her highness, princess Violetta?”

“finally.”
“Nonsense.”
“What?”
“…How could you kill your own blood?.”
She remembered the cold gaze of the man looking at the deceased princess. All the lies that surrounded her.
The opposite sex sank coldly. It wasn’t her eyes betraying her but this momentary anger wasn’t for the now deceased princess.
It wasn’t worth it. A cold breath burst out.

“……. .”
“In the eighteen years of that child’s existence, I have never seen her.” Rakiel felt he had to clear up the misunderstanding.
The Princess was only five, after her disability was figured the royal family couldn’t accept her. Hence, she was confined. As Abigail looked puzzled, the man immediately added.
“I wasn’t here five years before her confinement.”

It was quite an useless effort to add words to her thoughts, she gave him a blank look, the man later revealed a bitter expression, which did not fail to acquire her attention, his face hardened coldly. In fact, it was a very subtle change.
Abigail felt more and more confused, she felt ridiculed but she was quite surprised too.
No, Let’s just say she felt a bit bitter? That’s obvious.
“Just so you get this right, the first time I had seen that child was a few moments ago, my first memory with her is of her body scattered on the cold ground. A dead body.”
“…….”
Abigail didn’t know how she should respond to such cruel words.

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“What do you expect me to feel? From the death of someone who I never had a proper interaction with.”
She was an innocent lady, She didn’t know how she was supposed to answer to such responses, she went blank for a while and tried to open her mouth.
He spoke again as if he was stopping some child from speaking.
“I have lived my life without any regard. To me, the death of the princess is not much different from that of the assassins. The battlefield is no place for the merciful.”

“Did you suddenly need her highness, princess Violetta?”
“Yes.”
The man gently affirmed the question, and smoothly fixed his gaze.
He was pretty cool, but he was just that awkward. He was nauseated by a twisting laughter.

Your highness, did you hear that? he said he needed you, your highness! you!
“… …Someone needed her help for the first time, but she is already dead, so I was upset.” Abigail muttered to herself.

As if the man was trying to say something more, he opened his mouth for a while and then closed it tightly. Abigail struggled with trembling eyelids which now had tears in them.
She lifted her gaze up.
The words she had muttered seemed to cause tears. And before she could have wiped them they rolled down her cheeks.
Since meeting Violetta, there have been no moments where she felt pitiful or poor. Thinking that existence is now dead
She was in tears, she shed tears more than she had ever imagined she would.
In the meantime, the man who found Abigail’s tears rolling down her smooth cheeks had a frown on his face, as if he had seen the most unsightly scene in the world.
Abigail felt offended.
“Please get rid of those disgusting tears. I hate tears.”
Oh, so you hate it when women cry?
At the moment, Abigail’s head was dazzled. She had a short trip down the memory lane, she remembered her days back when she worked in the errand guild. She worked for a funeral service.
She brought back her memories of her passionate performance. She remembered bits and pieces of each memory, the time when her younger brothers took the food they received at the funeral hall at random.
I still couldn’t forget how they looked like the happiest person in the world while eating.
Customer satisfaction ratings: 5 out of 5 stars. Let’s do this! Abigail took a deep breath.
Deep breathing in advance is essential to ensure proper construction.
Your highness, give me strength!
“Bwahhh…….”