Because the decision had been made a long time ago, the execution was quick. Ariadne was imprisoned in her nightgown in the west tower of Castel San Carlo. The events of the previous 14 years flashed by like a kaleidoscope as I sat on the cold stone floor with nothing but straw. Cesare was a tricky man, but he was as refreshing as a summer breeze. They had a pretty good 14 years. Cesare was a free spirit. He used to go to Cardinal De Mare's house and ride his horse with Ariadne. He picked a valley lily in the forest and gave it to Ariadne.
"It's as if you're submissive and only know me."
With its head down, the wild flower with nowhere to lean looked at the floor. It wasn't anything fancy, but I thought it was the best compliment at the time. The music of His Majesty the King and his wife's coronation ceremony could be heard from afar. She chose and prepared all of the music. It was supposed to be my coronation ceremony. I thought it was the day when the 14 years of dedication and love would be rewarded. A sonorous voice interrupted Ariadne's thoughts.
"A lily of the valley blooming outside is never as valuable as a rose grown in a greenhouse."
Isabella, the newly crowned queen, stood at the top of the west tower. Her flaxen hair was pulled up in a bun and sparingly adorned with pearls. A delicate lace veil was draped over it, and a white silk gown draped over her body, nestled like a tulip, warmly complemented her slender frame. At first glance, it was obvious that she had put a lot of effort into it, but it was the first dress she had ever seen. Isabella could tell she was prepared for the day and had her dress tailored ahead of time. She had a lot of questions. Since when and why the hell? She would have been engaged if she wanted Cesare, but why did she come now while putting it off to me? With a puzzled expression, Ariadne looked up at Isabella. Isabella, her younger sister, lifted her chin and looked down at Ariadne. Isabella was her adversary. She drove Ariadne away as soon as she made eye contact with her.
"How could you do such a thing to my husband?"
Ariadne bowed her head and apologised on a regular basis. It was a reaction he had grown accustomed to over the years.
"...I apologise if this is about Prince Alfonso. I'm at a loss for words."
However, it appears that this was not the response Isabella desired.
"I'm referring to Cesare, you moron." "How could you abandon me to become queen?"
'what?'
Isabella mercilessly shot at Ariadne, who was caught off guard.
"I am the most noble woman in this land." She shouldn't have to relinquish her role as the regent's fiancée at this point. "Does this have to be my fate because of a bug like you?"
Isabella continued, waving her fan, leaving Ariadne befuddled.
"My father said so, and I am the daughter who will carry on the De Mare name." You only needed to fill a void for a short time. "You're far too cheeky."
Isabella's pretty face distorted slightly here.
"Because of you, there is a lot of mud in my name, such as being a widow, having children, and so on." How will you accept accountability?"
Ariadne replied to Isabella without realising it, leading to the belated absurdity.
"Is this the source of your rage? What does Prince Alfonso's business matter anyway?"
I always said I wouldn't do it, but the words came first.
"He was thoughtful to my sister. Was he not adored?"
"love?"
Isabella beamingly smiled.
"Every man is nice to me. If I have to repay everyone for that feeling, do I have to love everyone as if they were prostitutes?"
Isabella was as beautiful as a devil, and she gave the reason why Alfonso had to die as if she was complaining with her elaborate features.
"Alfonso did not bestow the title of noblest woman upon me." That's reason enough for her to die."
Ariadne became reflective and asked again.
"Do you have feelings for Cesare?"
Cesare was her most prized possession. She was more valuable than herself. Even if it meant causing herself pain, she worshipped and protected Cesare. Isabella, on the other hand, looked at Ariadne with her eyes full of laughter, as if she had heard a very funny story. Her fairy purple eyes seemed to make her laugh at any moment.
"Oh, my dear, erroneous little brother. Life consists of equal exchanges. Cesare elevated me to the status of queen. In exchange, you can have me right now. What we did was reasonable. My ransom was paid by Alfonso. I simply couldn't do it. So you should cancel the contract. That has nothing to do with love."
Isabella's smile widened even more. She had a bright smile like a rose made of artificial flowers, but her smile had vanished.
"There is longing instead of love." Cesare came to me and begged me before Alfonso died. He claimed that since he was engaged to you, he had never forgotten about me. go."
"what?"
"They say you're too big for a man to hug." Her hair is black and resembles that of a raven."
Isabella's lovely eyes twinkled with malice.
"They thought your breasts were so large and saggy that you mistook them for cows."
Isabella stroked her fine, flaxen hair in front of the speechless Ariadne.
"They say that only when women are small and fit inside your bosom do they feel the need for protection." "My hair is noble blonde, like an angel from the Holy Book," they say.
The amethyst angel, small and delicate, smiled wickedly. Isabella asked Ariadne by pressing her small face with perfect features against Ariadne's nose.
"Have you ever been the object of anyone's starving desires?"
I was out of breath and couldn't say anything. That Cesare, my Cesare, couldn't be like that, I wanted to scream, but there were definitely parts that got stuck. Since ascending to the throne, his attitude has shifted, the engagement ring he never wore, his passion gradually fading, and the wedding date postponed.
"This is the distinction between you and me. Nothing comes back even if you risk your life for a man."
Isabella counselled her truthful sister. But whether her sister, who would soon die as a result of her death, would be able to take advantage of that advice was another question.
"They have no idea, thank you." Don't put your trust in him."
Isabella pursed her lips tightly.
"Cesare must be crazy for me right now." But after a year, after three years, I'll be tired of it."
It was a challenge that Isabella, a peerless beauty, could not overcome at the age of 32.
"Men are strange creatures. He despises me when he gets angry, even when he has done something that would get him chastised."
She went on, running her fingers through her flaxen hair.
"If you do, you'll remember my obedient younger brother, who worked under him for 14 years without making a peep."
"... Loyalty?"
"I dislike looking back. Dad taught me that it is safe to completely rule out all possibilities. Are you not my dear brother?"
Isabella raised her hand, and the Moorish knight who had been following her like a shadow did the same.
"I'll go out." I have to go to the second part of the coronation ceremony now."
Ariadne was the recipient of the coronation ceremony.
"Agosto, don't hurt me. He is, after all, my dear brother."
Isabella trembled with rage until the bitter end. Isabella's small back followed her as she turned, like a shadow, followed by a Moorish knight with her sword erected in her escort. His left eye glowed a sinister red. The red haze in his left eye intensified, as if turning up the brightness of a lamp. But Ariadne was too preoccupied staring at Isabella's back with her eyes wide open to notice the Moor's eyes. It was so unjust that she couldn't even respond! A half-moon Moorish sword passed over Ariadne's open eyes. - Wow! Isabella's little back figure receding, a burning pain in her neck, fountains of blood gushing out. Her face was warmed by her own blood. as well as darkness. She could sleep forever, but she had a lot to do in the world. She couldn't close her eyes this way.
- The Golden Rule.
In my ears, I heard a faint sobbing sound.
- The karma is repaid, and the good done is returned. That is the cardinal rule.
I'd like to. I wish it were that way. Why can't the rest of the world be like that?
- Are you up to the task?
Ariadne nodded indifferently. I'll take care of it. I believe I could. I have to say that I have to do it. It occurred to her that the owner of her voice was laughing at her or that another voice was pitying her, but the hazy heaviness of her body crawled through her entire body to her extremities. Then Ariadne went unconscious. * * *
"omg!"
I opened my eyes, expecting to feel the agony of being burned, but there was none. Instead, I saw the bare rafters of an old wooden house's ceiling. It was the farm where I had grown up.
'What occurred?'
My body felt unusually light. Ariadne raised both of her hands. His skinny arms and two small hands were visible. The child had the tight skin. She looked down at her own torso less than five minutes after hearing her curse about her size as a man and her breasts as a cow. She was still growing, a skinny girl with a flat chest, minor chest pain, and narrow shoulders.
'Oh my goodness.'
Ariadne leapt from her bed and dashed to the old mirror. A fifteen-year-old girl stood inside the bumpy, cheap mirror. Her limbs were nicely long and her black hair reached her waist, but she was very skinny for her height. Her green eyes reflected back at her. Except for two details. Ariadne touched her under the left eye with her hand. Tear spots were bright red. She wasn't even there to begin with. And there was the last joint of the left hand's ring finger, which was shiny and long. Cesare cut her hair. Her intact fingers appeared as if by magic. But the missing knuckle was a little redder than the rest of her hand. Her ring finger's last knuckle had a red blush on it. An uninvited visitor interrupted Ariadne's admiration. - Knock!
"Ariadne, you useless wuss!"
The skinny old lady screamed and flung open Ariadne's door.
"The sun has risen in the centre of the sky, but I'm still sluggish!"
The old woman carelessly waved the broom in her hand, hitting Ariadne's head and nape at random.
"I can't even get out of bed! Do you realise how many people are starving as a result of your actions?"
Ariadne had no idea, but she was on duty today, which had nothing to do with the meal. Even if she had been able to explain, Jeanne Galeacho would not have looked after her. Grandma Jeanne Galeacho had a habit of beating up her young maids, and she especially enjoyed teasing Ariadne. She was of noble blood, and it always delighted her grumpy old lady that she was rolling around on the dirty floor just like me, if not worse. Ariadne covered her face with her arm. Her broom repeatedly struck her arms and face, making her hot and painful. The past was repeating itself once more. A spring day when I was 15 years old. I was thrown into a social world full of wild beasts, with no one to look after me. Ariadne was summoned to the Cardinal's residence in the castle of San Carlo today.