Predatory Marriage (Web Novel)

Chapter 125. Leah Serving Cerdina

The tuberoses in the garden of the Princess Palace were in full bloom. The sight of the small white flowers swaying in the wind was pleasant, but Leah only stared at them blankly before she ordered in a flat voice.

“Take them all out. It would be better to plant other flowers.”

She was the one that had asked them to plant tuberoses. Her ladies-in-waiting were perplexed at the whimsical order, but everyone knew the brides feelings before her marriage were unstable.

“Princess!”

Leah turned at the sound of the voice. It was Byun Gyeongbaek of Oberde. It was earlier than the time they had agreed to meet, but since Leah was not in the palace, he had come to the garden.

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For some reason, he fell silent after he called her, and approached slowly as he looked at Leah, who stood in front of the snow-white flower garden. He was acting quite decently, which was rare for him.

“Do you like tuberoses?” he asked.

“…No.” Leah whispered, gazing at the flowers. “I dont like them.”

Together, they walked around the garden. Byun Gyeongbaek was planning to go to the western frontier that night, and talked to her about a few things, mostly wedding-related matters. He also talked about what kind of wedding dress would look good on her and how the wedding hall should be decorated.

Leah listened silently, nodding occasionally, and he frowned at her expressionlessness.

“At least you could fake a smile,” he said. “Youre so stiff.”

When she forced the corners of her mouth upward, that satisfied him. He took her hand and she did nothing. She didnt have the will to pull away. She barely noticed the passage of time. She was lost in her thoughts as they walked on, and when it ended and he left, she returned to the Princess Palace. Cerdina was waiting for her.

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Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Cerdina was waited on by Countess Melissa, whose eyes were out of focus. Just like the ladies-in-waiting at the Queens palace, she moved without expression, like a living puppet.