I’ll Live My Second Life!

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In the Orstollian royal palace stood a room for the royal husband and wife.

Because there was only one entrance and exit, and many smaller partitioned rooms lay inside it, the set-up was like a house within the castle.

In one of those smaller rooms sat a long table, large enough to sit twenty people, but in constrast there were only two chairs.

At one end of the table sat a girl with her head down, polishing something in her hands.

It was a small and plain, white porcelain cup. The cup was well-made, drawing smooth and beautiful contours in her hand.

Fiiru-sama, High Majesty Roy will be here soon.

The girl raised her head at Lynettes words.

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Her lovely golden hair shifted as she did, and her beautiful blue eyes gazed the maids way.

So beautiful was the girl that even Lynette who had grown up with her found herself sighing.

Her eyes, her nose, her mouth Everything part that composed her face was delicate and beautifully arrange. But instead of the cold beauty one would expect from a doll, her eyes turned down in a way that exuded a kind and gentle impression.

Although she was beautiful enough to outshine even other princesses famed for their beauty, she shared the child-like atmosphere that her older sister had, which attracted men all the more.

Fiiru met Lynettes gaze and gave a nod.

I know. Lynette, could you pour some tea for His Majesty and I?

Yes. In the same cup as always?

Yes, please.

Fiirus voice was a little frail, but also clear and gentle.

Fiiru simply watched the tea pour in.

Normally you would heat the tea cup in advance, but because of Fiirus unwillingness to part with it Lynette had chosen a tea that was delicious lukewarm.

Light-brown tea layered over the white of the porcelain.

After that, Lynette moved to the other side of the table and placed a warmed cup down in front of the Kings seat, this time pouring hot tea.

Thank you, Lynette, thanked Fiiru with a smile.

It wasnt long before they heard footsteps coming down the whole.

Brisk footsteps that seemed hurried as usual.

The knight from the 1st Division who had been stationed in front of the door now received a signal from another knight outside. With that, he opened the door.

Sorry for keeping you waiting.

Beyond the door came an apology, and a man with it.

A handsome black-haired man, with blue-grey eyes and a cleverness to his face.

It was Roy, the king of this nation.