The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 62
“The beautiful prince Christian, the strong knight Verno and the wise sage Luminus all heard the rumors about Angela, and so they came to see her. Their meeting is the prelude to the great adventure that lies ahead of them.”
While Radis was reading the synopsis of the novel on the pamphlet, Yves was busy looking around the lobby as though he wasn’t listening to her.
“During their mystical adventure, Angela and Prince Christian develop feelings for each other. Meanwhile, Verno hides his feelings for her and simply watches from the sidelines. Indeed, where will their journey lead them?”
That’s the entire synopsis from the pamphlet.
“Then, will they become lovers?”
At her question, Yves looked at Radis.
“Angela and Christian?”
“Who are those people?”
Radis opened the pamphlet to his face.
“What the, you were talking about the play?”
“Of course it’s about the play. You told me to read this aloud.”
“There’s one part that’s bothering me…”
Radis had read everything aloud. She almost clicked her tongue at Yves because he didn’t even listen to any of it.
But Radis endured.
Yves was her employer, and in addition, he was her savior for letting her watch a play today.
Watching some people heading inside, Radis spoke up.
“Shouldn’t we be on our way? Everyone’s going in.”
She stood up and took the lead, holding the two pamphlets preciously.
Yves Russell reluctantly followed her.
The inside of the theater was luxurious and spacious.
The red curtains that were covering the stage were embroidered with golden rose patterns, and the seats at the first floor were already full.
On the surrounding walls were box seats in the shape of a horseshoe. These balconies were reserved seats for high-ranking aristocrats.
An usher guided her to one of them.
Standing behind the railing of the balcony, Radis looked around the theater. It was full of people who were buzzing with excitement and anticipation for the play.
The seats on the first floor seemed to be reserved mainly for the theater casts’ family or friends. Apart from them, there were notably many groups of women in the audience.
They were having fun talking about the contents of the novel.
Observing the excited people, Radis had a thought.
‘I’ve been feeling this since we arrived at Dvirath… This city is just the same as a dream city. Everyone looks really happy.’
Then, someone shouted.
“Ah, it looks like the play’s about to start!”
The red curtains parted in the middle and started rising to reveal the stage.
Just before the play started—
The Golden Rose Theater welcomed an unexpected VIP.
It was Adrianne Arpend, the country’s empress.
The moment that the imperial carriage arrived, the Golden Rose Theater’s manager rushed down the stairs—looking as though he’d be rolling down the stairs any second now—not even being able to fix his hat on his head properly because he needed to greet the empress.
“Your Majesty! For you to be here, what an honor!”
Adrianne Arpend looked at the theater with narrowed eyes, smiling gracefully.
“The theater is truly beautiful.”
Adrianne said this as the manager kissed the back of her hand.
“I heard that this theater’s play is very interesting, so I came all the way here. I’m here just to watch it, so I came here incognito. Shouldn’t I have relaxing days like this sometimes?”
“You’re very right, Your Majesty. The Golden Rose Theater is a place that exists just so our VIPs can experience beautiful dreams!”
“Ohoho! A beautiful dream? What a sweet thing to say. Don’t you think so, Prince Olivier?”
Standing behind her, Olivier, the country’s third prince, nodded.
On this day, he looked as though he was a sculpture made out of crystal.
His deep blue suit was embroidered with the pattern of a blue peacock, which was the symbol of the Arpend Imperial Family. It matched his silver hair very well.
Thanks to the vividly colored suit and his neatly styled hair, the beauty of his immaculate features reminiscent of a sculpture was made even more apparent.
“I agree, Your Majesty.”
However as Olivier said this, his tone seemed to express how far removed he was from those sweet dreams.
It was like he was a cold porcelain doll with a mechanically moving jaw.
As she watched him, a satisfied smile spread across Adrianne’s lips.
“Now then, may I ask my adorable doll to escort me?”
Like a painting themselves, Olivier escorted the empress in a polite manner.
When she said he was a ‘doll’, it didn’t sound like it was a mere jest.
With a hand on his arm, the empress and Olivier climbed the theater’s steps. He really looked like a mechanical doll.
Whenever his joints moved, it seemed like ice shards would fall. The theater manager had to rub his eyes several times.
Watching the retreating figures of the empress and the third prince, the theater manager murmured to himself.
“It’s rumored that the Third Prince is like an ice doll, and it seems like those rumors are true.”