The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 803

Chapter 803: Imperial Patience

In particular, in the vast expanse of the universe, where wars were waged and stars were bartered over, one little princess could be found sighing as if the weight of an entire planet rested squarely on her shoulders.

Off to the side, Butler Henry was deeply concerned.

Princess Nina had been looking at him in that particular way. The way that suggested tragedy. The way that suggested emotional devastation. The way that usually preceded either tears, a rare outburst, or a very polite but extremely pointed complaint that would echo in his nightmares for weeks.

She sighed again.

Slowly.

With feeling.

Butler Henry straightened his back and clasped his hands behind him, resisting the urge to ask what was wrong. Because as an Imperial butler with decades of experience navigating perilous situations, he was keenly aware that this time, the problem was not one he could resolve on his own.

Not unless someone hurried the entire procession along so that the princess as well as the Imperial rulers wouldn’t have to sit through each booth while seeing and hearing random passers-by talk about such touchy subjects.

Because if they all had to listen to one more person loudly extolling the good fortune of one young Mylor while the princess sat there nodding politely, he feared her soul might actually leave her body.

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Princess Nina blinked rapidly, forcing her expression into a gentle smile as another person bowed and greeted her.

She returned the greeting with perfect grace.

She was, after all, an Imperial Princess.

But inside, she was beyond devastated.

How was this fair?

How was this fair at all?

She too had a brother in DG. Brothers, even! Not to mention the greatest brother-in-law in the entire universe. Possibly in all recorded history.

And yet she had to sit here.

Listening.

Watching.

Smiling.

As other people talked about how lucky they were.

Ahhhhhh.

The pain.

It was unbearable.

She clenched her small hands together in her lap, nails digging slightly into her gloves as she fought the urge to sulk. Because sulking was unbecoming. And pouting was absolutely unacceptable. And throwing a fit would be disrespectful.

She understood why they were being careful. Truly, she did. She knew how dangerous attention could be. She knew why they had to keep things quiet. She knew why certain relationships could not be broadcast to the universe like a celebratory announcement.

Knowing all that, however, didn’t make it hurt less.

If anything, it made it worse.

Because she understood.

Which meant she had no excuse.

Still.

Sometimes.

Just sometimes.

She wanted to walk over freely like everyone else.

She wanted to line up.

She wanted to spin the wheel.

She wanted to gasp dramatically and clutch her chest when presented with food she already knew was amazing.

She wanted to spend time with them without having to be escorted, announced, or carefully positioned.

The little princess sighed again.

This time, it was heavier.

Her uncle finally noticed.

He leaned slightly toward her, lowering his voice. "Just two more booths for today. After that, we can follow our own schedule. Hang in there a bit longer."

Princess Nina froze.

Two?

She blinked.

Then she subtly tilted her terminal toward herself and checked the time.

Her eyes widened.

Was she actually going to make it?

Was she really going to make it to the promised cooking lessons?

Her heart did a little flip.

Oh.

Oh!

She had to.

A princess should always be punctual.

Her posture straightened at once. Her earlier gloom evaporated as if it had never existed. She lifted her chin, expression brightening with renewed determination.

She turned her gaze to Butler Henry.

It wasn’t particularly a request, but it was also a task that the Butler could do without stepping over anyone’s toes.

The experienced elder felt it immediately.

His brother was, well, a living firecracker. His brother-in-law, on the other hand, was calm.

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