Since Beotis never personally knew Thoren Lagraine, at a moment, she was stuck and felt clueless as to what to write to him to subtly attract his attention. But then she figured, even if she didn't know him, he was still a brother.
Beotis had a younger brother named Yuri back home who was three years younger than her.
So, she imagined what she would write to her younger brother if both of them were ever stranded in a similar situation.
Thus, those complex emotions were unconsciously written in the letter to Thoren Lagraine, her supposed brother in this world.
And in consequence, when Thoren finally received the letter and read it, his mood could only be described as unpredictable to say the least.
The banquet hall that evening could only be said to be one grand event. It was glittering all gold and silver with lively hustle and a bustle, noble guests arriving and conversing in jolly enthusiasm. The liveliness in the air was contagious and could really get one addicted. The laughters were joyous and everything seem perfect. However, not so much for Thoren Lagraine.
Currently, his big tanned hands were clutched onto a lavender scented letter that was addressed to him. The letter was beautifully packed and enveloped in a delicate manner, as though the sender of that letter was very meticulous about it. The words in the letter were affectionate and gentle, but the subtle rejection in the vague words were as sharp as a knife being stabbed into Thoren Lagraine's heart.
'Dear Brother,' It read.
'A heartfelt warm greeting to you.
'I'm glad you're doing alright. Now that you are back, the steely cold walls of our house will finally feel like home again.
Oh well, and you know father, home is never a safe place until you are home.
I'm grateful to the almighty that you are safe and sound. However, regrettably so, I'm feeling a little under the weather today, henceforth, won't be able to personally welcome you back. And also... my presence will only bring forth discomfort to many of our guests tonight.
So, I can only humbly beg for your forgiveness.
Thank you for being alright, and do hope you have a great time tonight.
'The world is filled with strangers who feels like home. Whist I'm home, but wonder why I feel like a stranger and alone.'
Much love,
Beo. L.'
"...What's the matter with you?" A deep silky voice beside him, questioned his sudden abnormal gloomy behaviour.
"It's nothing." Was Thoren Lagraine's curt reply.
Now how could he tell his only close friend that his little sister claimed to be a stranger in her own home.
His heart felt like it was being squeezed tight by an invisible hand in his chest and he couldn't stay still.
He called for the head butler and ask for the whereabouts of his precious little sister and quickly hurried away to the second floor to Beotis's room. However, she was nowhere to be found.
Right at this moment, Beotis was currently idling around in the back garden of the manor, planning her future plans of action while lazily slogging by the blue fountain in the garden.
"Hmmm, I don't understand if I should pity or scorn myself*Sigh!*," Beotis mumbled as she fretted over the various dangerous situation that the villainess Beotis Lagraine had created for herself and the many enemies that she made. "Ah whatever! At least I'm pretty."
She took out the small compact mirror from her pouch and stared at the devastatingly beautiful face under the moon's soft glow.
"Ah! I can keep staring at this face forever. Hmm~ Mirror Mirror~ in my hand, who's the fairest of them all? Who else but Little ol' Beotis!~ Who's the prettiest of them all?~ Your very own Beo!~"
Beotis couldn't help obsess over her overly beautiful face. Truthfully so, which girl doesn't want to be beautiful? Beotis felt it was enough for her to be this beautiful disaster, and that she wouldn't ask for anything more if she could just live quietly from now on.
And about men, it's not like she couldn't live without them. And wouldn't it be alright to date a guy as long as it was not one of the female lead's men?
Yes, it's not like there were no other beautiful men in this whole wide world other than the heroine's harem of males.
Besides, Beotis Lagraine was rich, beautiful and young. Which man other than the male leads could really resist her beautiful wiles if she took a fancy of them?
Hm! Hm! She nodded to herself. As long as she could steer clear of the main characters of the story and have her elder brother as her ultimate backing, everything else seem pretty good for her.
While little ol' Beo was contemplating over her current situation and admiring her good looks, she didn't realize there was someone else who was watching her weird narcissistic monologues.
"Does it matter so much if the skin is beautiful when the insides are all rotten?" Came a throaty honey-smooth voice from behind her.
Beotis was startle stunned by the most alluring voice she had ever heard, and when she whirled around to look at the owner of this voice, she came eye to eye with a face that could rival her own.