Lady to Queen (Webnovel) - Chapter 235
[Side Story: The Tenth Episode]
“I finally got to meet her.”
At Rothesay’s words, Walter made a startled expression. After the banquet being held in honor of the Founding Celebration had ended, Rothesay had visited Walter bright and early the following morning; Walter had wondered if something had happened. He realized this was the news that Rothesay wanted to share. Walter asked for confirmation, “So you met that woman?”
“Who is this person?”
“The twin sister of Empress Patrizia.”
“The daughter of the Marquis of Grochester?”
“Oh wow. That is a surprise!”
“What is a surprise?”
“No, it is just… It is surprising that you were able to find her yesterday,” Walter responded vaguely in a flustered voice, “It is not an easy matter, after all. There are quite a few ladies with golden eyes and red hair in the capital.”
“That is true,” Rothesay replied with a smile. “So that is why the two of us are destined to be together.”
“You are seriously losing your mind.”
“Use better words than that when you speak. You want me to tattle on you to the Countess?”
“Immoral and childish jerk,” Walter ground his teeth as he replied, then proceeded to revert the topic of discussion back to the original subject. “But it truly is an amazing situation. So… what did you do yesterday?”
“Did you actually do something or…”
Only then did Rothesay recognize the meaning behind Walter’s words, and struck Walter’s back with full force, without any mercy.
Walter released a sharp shout along with a string of curse words. ‘This jerk, he is unbelievably strong to the point of ignorance, unlike his physical appearance indicates.’ “That hurt!”
“How about blaming your rudeness and lowliness first?”
“Mean jerk,” Walter glowered momentarily at Rothesay before asking, “So, you mean to say that nothing happened?”
“We almost… shared a dance together, but that ended up being ruined.”
“Oh my goodness. Why?”
“All of a sudden she just left the area. As if she was a person who urgently had to deal with an emergency.”
“Wait for a second, wait a second. So that is the end of it? Did you not promise the next time with her?”
“She was already gone before I had any time for that.” Rothesay asked in a soft voice, “Do you think that was a rejection?”
“A rejection? What did you do to think that?”
“I confessed to her that I liked her.”
“This crazy fool,” Walter shook his head and repeated, “This crazy fool!”
“Please do not say it like that. I am going to be hurt by that.”
“Sure you are. Think with some common sense. A man that she only met twice confesses that he likes her! What woman would not feel burdened by that?” Walter had pointed out only what was fact, and continued to crush Rothesay repeatedly, “You have to start from something small! If you say you like her out of nowhere, it is certain she will not reciprocate those feelings.”
“Ey… so then, what should I do about that? I am in trouble. I never even thought of that.”
“What do you mean, what should you do about that? You need to create another opportunity for yourself. Go and try to visit her now, if anything. Ask why she just left you without dancing with you at least once yesterday!”
“I should? Alone?”
“Then should the two of us go together? Do you actually want to go with me? If we did that, what would you do if the lady falls deeply in love with me?”
“This despicable guy…”
“What did I do!?”
While bickering back and forth as they bickered, Rothesay thought to himself, ‘Should I actually make a visit to her?’
Walter seemed to catch on to what he was thinking, and said, “If you miss this chance now, I think you will regret it.”
‘Right. I would regret it very much.’ Rothesay hurried out of his seat, leaving only the words, “I will be taking my leave!”
After a while, Walter left alone, murmured to himself, “Does not plan to get married, he said; what a bunch of baloney. Even ants that are passing by would laugh!”
He had managed to arrive at the estate, thanks to the support from Walter’s words.
‘I do not know what to do for the next step.’ Rothesay wandered around in front of the Marquis of Grochester’s gate with an extremely nervous expression. If anyone saw him, it would be a sight a suspicious person would report to the Marquis right away. After contemplating for around half an hour, Rothesay thought that if Walter saw him like this he would burst into a fit of laughter, letting him know he was acting foolish.
Coming to a huge decision, Rothesay gathered his courage and knocked on the door thrice.
Someone opened the door and appeared in front of him at the sound of the light and rhythmical knock. “Who might you be?”
With a foolish look on his face, Rothesay quickly replied in a sheepish manner. Of course, his words were a bit twisted in the middle, “I, I am Ro, Rothesay Isle Lee Bradington of the Bradington family.”
“You must be the Young Lord of the Count of Bradington.” The butler had a deadpan expression as he listened to Rothesay, then asked him the reason for his visit, “What brought the young Lord all the way here…? Perhaps, did something happen to the Count and Countess of Bradington?”
“Ah, oh no. This does not concern my parents…” Rossy swallowed a big gulp while talking, and slowly concluded his explanation, “That… that is, I came to see Lady Petronilla.”
“Our Lady Petronilla?” The fact that the butler thought this was a completely unexpected response appeared readily on his face.
As Rothesay nodded with a slightly reddened face, he heard someone’s voice come from inside, “Butler? Is there something going on?”
“Ah, my Lady. For what reason did you come out this far…”
“Because it seemed a guest had arrived.” The person behind the affectionate voice was none other than the Marchioness of the Grochester household.
Rothesay’s face froze immediately when he realized he had already met the “final boss.” This was a situation that was truly unexpected. ‘Oh my good God!…’
“Oh my, this early in the morning? Who might this be?”
“That is, he says he is the Young Lord of the Bradington family.”
“Is that so?” She also seemed quite surprised, also thinking that he was a quite unexpected guest.
Rothesay was clearly nervous, and kept swallowing with his throat all dry.
She continued, “Butler, what are you doing not escorting him in? Are you intending to keep the guest standing here?
“Yes, my Lady.”
Finally, the doors were completely pulled wide open, and Rothesay could face the Marchioness of Grochester.
Petronilla’s appearance had all originated from her; she was an impressive woman with the same red hair and golden eyes as Petronilla.
Rothesay greeted her politely, “This is my first time making your acquaintance, Marchioness Grochester. I am Rothesay Isle Lee Bradington from the Bradington family.”
“Are you the son of the Count and Countess, the lovebird couple famous for their conjugal harmony?”
“I am glad you have made a visit, as it is very welcome. But what was the reason for this visit…”
“Ah…” Rothesay hesitated for a moment, then quickly answered with courage, “I am here to call upon the Lady Petronilla!”