Reborn As Noble

Felicia stood with arms crossed, back straight, her expression a model of royal poise, except for the faint irritation in her eyes as she glared down at Mimi.

Mimi knelt on the floor, both hands resting on her lap, tail drooping low, ears pinned back. She kept her gaze glued to the polished tile, clearly avoiding her older sister’s stern eyes.

”Mimi, you are a princess. A princess does not travel alone, especially not without at least two escorts!”

Felicia’s voice was sharp, but carried the practiced grace of someone used to commanding a room.

”And what were you thinking, leaving without the proper travel documents? Without even informing Father or Mother? Tell me, just what are we supposed to do with you?”

Felicia’s voice, usually calm and elegant, now trembled with controlled anger. Her arms tightened over her chest, making her royal bearing all the more striking.

Mimi glanced up, offering a sheepish grin and rubbing the back of her head. ”But... I just wanted to, um, you know... see our husband~? Eheh~”

”Don’t you ’eheh’ me!” Felicia snapped, her words crisp, each syllable pronounced clearly. ”That is not how a princess should speak, and certainly not how she should behave. And your posture, fix your hands, and sit up properly!”

Mimi immediately straightened, tail twitching nervously as she tried to regain some semblance of dignity.

Liana and Gloria exchanged a knowing look, both struggling to hide their smiles as the royal sisters’ drama continued.

Liana’s gaze drifted across the room, settling on one girl who seemed oblivious to the commotion.

There, Delya, sat perched on a chair, her legs swinging lightly as she savored something with a blissful look on her face.

”Ah~ Is this Danna-sama’s invention? Delicious...” Delya’s eyes grew dreamy, cheeks tinged with pink as she nibbled another piece of chocolate. One hand rested under her chin, a picture of pure delight.

”Mmm~ So good... Danna-sama’s chocolate, handmade, is just the best...” she sighed, completely lost in her own world.

Liana could only shake her head, smiling as she looked over at Gloria.

She leaned in and whispered, ”I’m glad we thought to prepare extra chocolate. Who knows what would have happened if that girl had rushed the council room while they were discussing strategy.”

Gloria stifled a chuckle, eyes glinting with amusement.

”Mhm... Just hearing ’our husband’s handmade’ is enough to keep her in check,” she whispered back, a playful smile on her lips.

Both shared a quiet, knowing laugh, relieved that at least, the future household was holding together.

Liana smiled softly, her eyes drifting to the window as the others continued their bickering.

Inside her mind, a quiet warmth blossomed.

What will happen in the future...

She didn’t know. The world changed so quickly, and their lives with it.

But there was one thing she knew, clear and unshakable.

Her love for Javier kept growing, day by day. Sometimes she wondered how a feeling could deepen so much, but every time she looked at him, whether he was acting lazy, tinkering with his inventions, or simply being himself, it grew even stronger.

Less than four years left now, young master... she thought, her heart giving a tiny flutter. I hope your promise to make me your first wife will come true.

Don’t worry, young master.

Whatever happens in the future, I’ll always be by your side.

In sadness, in happiness, just as I have been since you were small. From those days when you could barely walk, to now, seeing you become such a strong, handsome young man.

She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the gentle hum of the room surround her, quietly grateful for the life they shared, knowing, deep down, that no one else could ever understand just how much she cherished every moment by his side.

”Liana?” Gloria called softly.

”Hmm? Yes?” Liana turned, her smile lingering.

”What are you smiling about? Surely it’s not just because all of them are here?” Gloria puckered her lips, subtly pointing toward the gathered girls.

Liana let out a light laugh, shaking her head. ”Nothing~”

Gloria eyed her, feigning a stern look. ”You’re not worried about them? Not even a little?”

”Mm? No~ I’m not worried at all,” Liana replied, her tone playful. ”Whatever happens, two days out of every seven will still be mine to spend with my future husband after we all marry him. For the others... well, let’s just say you and the rest only get one day each. Since I’ll be the first.”

Gloria’s eyes widened, then she gave a dramatic pout. ”Hmph! You’re lucky you became his first love.”

Liana giggled, her eyes shining with quiet pride. ”Of course. That’s why I can smile like this.”

For a moment, Liana let her mind wander.

Has young master already finished his meeting?

Most likely, he’s at his personal workshop again. And Buddy is probably right there beside him.

That Pekko... sometimes she wondered if he was actually more mischievous than his master. The two of them always seemed to find trouble together.

Maybe I should let young master have a little time to himself, just this once. She chuckled quietly to herself, amused by the thought.

Let’s see if he really can’t last long without me.

Her gaze drifted to Mimi, still kneeling on the floor, enduring Felicia’s stern lecture.

”Felicia,” Liana called softly.

Felicia turned, her frown easing. ”Hmm? Yes, Liana?”

”How about we all have some tea while enjoying these?” Liana said, reaching into her basket and opening a graceful box. Inside was an assortment of beautifully shaped chocolates, each one glistening with a delicate sheen.

Felicia’s eyes lit up, and she offered a genuine, graceful smile. ”Ah, my~ how thoughtful. You really are a good one, first wife.” Her voice was gentle, with a rare warmth as she glanced at Liana.

Liana’s heart fluttered. Inside, she could hardly contain her happiness.

Felicia’s words, her behavior, the respect she just showed, it meant everything.

She glanced at Gloria, who was already adjusting her glasses with a knowing smile.

”Good one, third wife~” Gloria murmured, her eyes twinkling.

Mimi immediately protested, her cheeks puffing out in a fierce pout. ”I knew Javier long before this strict catgirl!” she cried, pointing straight at Felicia.

Felicia arched an eyebrow, unfazed. ”That may be so, but knowing him first doesn’t make up for manners or proper conduct,” she replied coolly, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

( End Of Chapter )