"I have another question."
Lillian thought it would be more reliable to ask Megan about etiquette-related matters. She asked, "Do I have to personally reply to the letter sent by the young Duke? I mean, I am still considered a patient, right? Would it be impolite if I asked you to write on my behalf?"
She asked this because since she came here, she hasn't used the local language for formal writing, while the two maids seem to be literate and able to write. She realized this when she was writing a mind map; although she can easily understand and speak the language here, writing is not as smooth for her. At least in her previous attempts at reading and writing, she would unconsciously revert back to her native language. She thought there would be enough time to adapt slowly, but who could have imagined that Kate disappeared for half a day and came back with a letter from that young duke!
"I believe the Duke will surely understand your physical condition, and this letter should also express concern and greetings." Megan replied, "But the news of your awakening must have been conveyed to the territory of Lancelot by Marquis Fontaine. Otherwise, the Young Duke would not have written a letter so hastily. I think it would be most appropriate for you to dictate the content you wish to reply with, and we can transcribe it as a response."
Lillian pouted, thinking that she could use the excuse of being poisoned to delegate all her responsibilities to the maids. The speed at which this comfortable lifestyle was corroding her soul was much faster than Lilian had imagined. In just over ten days, she had already become accustomed to ordering the maids to do everything for her.
It seems necessary to read through these reply letters, otherwise she will have no concept of the extent of the relationship between these two people. It wouldn't be good if she replied and caused unnecessary trouble for herself. Lily feels overwhelmed at the thought of those reply letters in the drawer, as if she is invading someone's privacy. If what Kate said is true, that these two people write letters at a pace of two or three per week, then it's similar to chatting with an online dating partner every day until dawn. And now she feels like a strange aunt preparing to sneak a peek at their chat records.
Perhaps Lillian didn't like having servants around when she read these reply letters. Seeing her about to open the envelopes, Megan and Kate instinctively led the other maids cleaning the room out of the room. That's fine. Lillian has no expectations for the content written in these letters, and there is no one else in the room, so she can freely express her opinions.
It's rare to have something else to do besides appreciating dresses and jewelry. Lillian displayed her skills in writing literature reviews, first laying out the envelopes neatly on the bed in chronological order. Then she moved Kate's meticulously cleaned magic desk lamp onto the bed, no need to search for a power outlet, which was convenient! Finally, she kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the bed with satisfaction. Ah, refreshing, just missing a projector and a bucket of potato chips.
Read the latest letter first, as it contains content that requires her response. Just halfway through, Lillian squinted her eyes. The paper was not even a full page and filled with polite greetings to an official extent. Honestly, from her perspective as an outsider, this doesn't seem like a conversation between unmarried individuals in an online relationship; it could easily be mistaken for diplomatic language exchanged between two nations. So is the entire envelope filled with such things? Well, she shrugged her shoulders and was initially unsure if she should take notes! Lillian turned over and lay on the bed with crossed legs - this was the most comfortable position for playing on her phone during nights at school when she slept on the top bunk; it's hard to break old habits.
This young duke has a quality that Lillian really likes - he doesn't indulge in pretentiousness or show off his knowledge when writing. The majority of the content in these letters is very friendly and easy to understand, even for someone like her who lacks any literary background in this world. However, the more she understands, the stronger her illusionary memories become. On the surface, these letters appear neat and elegant, and the fact that he replies to two or three letters per week shows that he is a polite and patient person. But it also reminds Lillian of her foolish and unrequited crush from middle school.
The most popular boy in the class always responds appropriately to her text messages, answering all her study questions with care. But when she tries to steer the conversation away from studying and towards personal matters, she always receives replies like 'Hmm, I also think it's interesting' or ' yeah, it's quite fun.'If she tries to continue the conversation further, he will timely send a message saying 'I still have some practice to do. See you at school tomorrow '.
Although she didn't know what Lily Ann had written in her previous letters, reading phrases like "I also think you would look beautiful in that dress" and "that color of gemstone complements your hair color," she had read almost half of the letters. From late autumn to deep winter, this person hadn't shared anything about their own life, not even a sentence like "it's snowing here." The endings always said, "I wanted to write more, but there are things I need to take care of." Isn't this just a more sophisticated version of saying "uh-huh, yeah, uh-oh sorry I'm going to take a shower?"
Looking at the chat records of young people in the medieval version, I also discovered my own lingering pain from youth. Lily made a 'subway old person's phone' expression while preparing to increase her reading speed and finish reading the remaining letters tonight. Just then, she heard a knock on the door from outside.
"come in."
In the ten days since becoming Lillian, only Megan and Kate have come to her room so late. It is clear that the previous Lillian had a poor reputation among the maids, and they would not come unless necessary. Even if they did come, they would try to leave as soon as possible. After so many days, she has become accustomed to having maids walking around when she does things.
The door opened, but Lillian didn't hear any footsteps. The breeze blowing in from outside gave her a shiver, even though it was the height of summer. However, the temperature dropped quickly after sunset here, although not to the extent where a group of people would gather around a fireplace eating watermelon.
"Kate or Megan? Please close the door, thank you." She is challenging the quantum wave speed reading method, lying in bed with her head facing the door and too lazy to turn around to see who it is. "I feel a bit cold, but you don't need to bring me a jacket. Closing the door will make it warm enough. Wearing more clothes will only make me sweat, and I don't want to wash my hair today as drying it completely is too much effort."
Lillian didn't expect to hear a man's voice outside the door, saying, "How could your personal maid leave you alone in the room? Don't they know that you haven't fully recovered yet?"