Violet Blooming in Patronage

And when Violet guessed the man's identity, she was terrified. She has bitten the prince's arm. Tears welled up in her eyes because she had made such a huge mistake. The prince frowned. His arm might have hurt after biting as hard as she could. However, his blue eyes, which seemed to contain the sea, were looking at her with cold gaze. Now that she saw, his hair was not black, but dark blue.

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

Violet was surprised at what she had done. It must have been a nuisance to the Marquis who took her. Tears welled up in her eyes quickly. As he was about to say something, she opened her mouth.

"P-, Prince, I have sinned to death. Please forgive me."

She fell to her knees. The Marquis has told her several times not to kneel, but in fact, she was more natural and used to kneeling.

"Prince?"

He repeated what she had said. He frowned. Even more frightened by it, she looked at him with a tearful face, and he said.

"Do you think I am a prince?"

He sounded ridiculous. It was clearly a tone without highs and lows, but the feeling of being amazing was readable.

He stretched out his hand. She hesitated. She flinched for a moment, thinking he'd hit her, because the hand she held out was the one she bit mercilessly. Dark blue eyes like the sea caught the girl kneeling in front of him. She hesitated and took his hand. The warmth of his hand was warm. Surprisingly, it was the first time she had accepted someone's favor without calculation. He raised his other arm and grabbed her shoulder so she wouldn't fall over and looked at her and said.

"Stop it, Father is looking for you."

It was as if he knew her. And what do you mean, father? As she opened her eyes round and let out a glimmer of alertness, the man said.

"I see God's representative. This is Esselmond Ermengart."

"......What?"

"I am your first brother."

It was like telling her to relax. She felt her face heating up. What could be more embarrassing than calling the first young master a prince?

"For your information, His Highness the Prince Charles will be five years old this year."

The prince she always thought was a big man. A little boy who is only five years old is a prince. Looking at her face, Esselmond said.

"Next time, you have to be careful about what you say."

"What?"

"If the Saintess had said these things in front of others, our family would have been destroyed for treason."

What was contained in the cool voice was a warning. At those words, Violet's heart sank sharply. On the contrary, she felt the warmth of her hand. She was led back to the castle by the hand of her first brother. Violet saw a man named her brother who gently took her hand. Without hesitation, he reached out to her. Although she had stayed for two days, she was well aware of the gossip of the maids. They didn't even say that she was the youngest in the family and she shouldn't kneel down on her knees. Her second brother, too, was kind, but did not approach her. But, didn't he know that this person is a lowly commoner of the Flower Street? How could he reach out his hand without hesitation? His back was straight and wide. Just holding his hand and walking together gave her a sense of stability somewhere.

*

"Are you sick?"

Violet shook her head at Finn who had asked carefully. She had no strength in her body. In fact, even being sick like this would be a big deal, but she was used to holding it.

"Did the Marquis scold you a lot yesterday?"

"Hm? Did he give a scold?"

Violet asked back. When the Marquis, who eventually found the Saintess, changed his face color, and even more so, when he saw her holding his first son's hand tightly. As a result, the Marquis eventually intended to warn her, but was fortunate to hear that she had run away from the priest, and saying well done and sending her into the carriage. After dinner she continued to lie in her bedroom. So, it meant she didn't get in trouble.

"Starting today, the tutor is going to visit."

"A tutor?"

"Yes, it is Viscountess of Iskinder."

"A viscountess?"

Still, nobleman was a distant existence to her. It was impossible for her to learn the manners, the noble-looking body, into her body. Still, she was self-aware that she had to do it.

"Come on, come on, shall we eat breakfast? The Viscountess said she would be coming in the afternoon."

Violet's face darkened at the words. It was because she was teased by Aiden yesterday. When she went to the dining room, the Marquis was there, and on the right side of the Marquis was the first young master she saw yesterday. Across from her was the second son, and Aiden, who was sitting at the very end, was looking at her with his contemptuous face.

Violet hesitated and sat down. The seat was right next to her big brother. Yesterday's dark blue eyes looked at her. And turned away without saying anything. Before she knew it, her whole body became stiff with tension. The appetizer was bread with cream, and they were quietly eating it. The sweet bread was still quite pleasing to Violet's taste, and Violet was eating it with her hand, forgetting about the current situation. She has never had such delicious bread.

"Oh, it's too sweet."

Aiden complained. Daniel seemed to be the same. But he said with a smile.

"Aiden, you can't complain about the side dishes."

"But I can't eat this bread all of a sudden."

He got irritated. The Marquis gave a hint, but he didn't seem to mind. As Aiden turned his head and saw Violet raised her hand to eat the bread, he shouted.

"Hey, you idiot! You should use a knife! Oh, you can't even eat."

"......"

She looked at Aiden in surprise.

"Isn't your face covered with cream? I can't see you because it's dirty."

Finn quickly approached and wiped the cream off Violet's face. Suddenly everyone's eyes flew in. She couldn't move.

"It's because the Saintess hasn't learned yet. It'll be better if she learns."

"How long is she going to learn? Do I have to see something like that every time I eat?"

At Aiden's words, Violet kept her mouth shut. Her eyes trembled. Suddenly, it felt like nausea was creeping up inside her. As she got down from her chair in a bit of a hurry, the candlestick fell toward her and hit the empty plate in front of her. Clang, the candlestick rolled down. Glass shards splattered on her clothes. The sound echoed loudly in the quiet dining room.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She endured her vomit and raised her hand to pick up the shards quickly. Then she was stabbed by a sharp shard. But she didn't care and picked it up. If I don't pick up the bowl quickly...I'm going to get in big trouble. Her head buzzed with fear.

"Sa-, Saintess! Stop."

Then someone grabbed her wrist roughly. It was the first young master. Esselmond was rebuking her with his dark blue eyes and rather stern eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to stop?"

"......"

Violet opened her eyes wide and looked at him standing beside her, and he said.

"Your hand is injured."

"Ah...."

Blood was dripping on the white tablecloth. It was blood from her hands.

"Oh, the Saintess' hand!"

Finn shouted, feeling a sharp pain in Violet's hand, as she wrapped her arms around her with the white napkin next to her. Violet shrugged her body, with such great surprise just by Finn's touch.

"Come on, let's go to your room."

Finn urged her and she quickly followed her, too.

"Saintess, what if you break a vessel there?"

Violet heard her scolding in a small voice. Finn seemed annoyed.

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

Finn sighed as Violet answered in a mosquito-like voice. That sigh weighed heavily on Violet's heart. Her stomach grew more and more nauseous. As soon as she entered her room, all she did was run into the bathroom and vomit. It happened last night as well, so Finn tapped her on the back without surprise.

"Saintess."

Finn called her sadly. Was it because her tear glands were stimulated? Violet started to sob and shed her tears.

"I don't want to eat together, Finn."

"But we still have to eat together here."

"I'm always afraid of making a mistake."

"You'll get better."

Finn patted her back, wiping away the vomit from her mouth. Finn held her in her arms, and Violet burst into tears. Maybe it was so stupid making such a mistake. She couldn't forget the eyes of the first young master, her first brother, who grabbed her wrist. The people here drove her with contemptuous gaze and ridicule instead of beating her.

"Ma-, Marquis?"

Violet raised her head as Finn spoke in surprise. She saw the Marquis standing over Finn's shoulder. She was bewildered. The Marquis alternated between her uncleaned vomit and her crying. And then it was to talk.

"If the Saintess feels uncomfortable, it would be better to eat alone."

"......"

She'd rather do it alone. But she was all the more sad because it seemed to mean that the Marquis would let her off the hook any longer. As Violet grabbed her clothes tightly, the Marquis glanced at her with sullen eyes, unable to speak, and walked away.

"That's a relief, Saintess."

Violet didn't know if she should nod at Finn's words.