When the time allotted for their class ended, Marquess Samed bid his pupil goodbye and went his merry way.

He was satisfied with their progress as this meant that he could pay extra attention to the Princess and her playmates who had yet to complete their lessons due to their slow pace when compared to Yvonne.

When he exited the room, two women bowed to him as they entered the same room.

Yvonne St. Claire, the little girl whose class had just ended, was still seated in the same place as she stared at the table before her.

"Miss?" A familiar voice was heard in the room which awakened her from her thoughts, making her glance up.

A genuine smile appeared on the girl's lips when she saw who had entered the room.

The woman who stood in the front had a kind but slightly wrinkled face, wearing a long black uniform which she wore best.

The one next to her was considerably younger when the two were compared yet they looked harmonious as they stood together.

These were the two maids that were tasked with taking proper care of their Young Miss and looking after her every need.

They were Mrs. Jacinth, the nanny who looked after the Miss from her infancy, and the newly appointed maid, Roselie who worked under the older maid's guidance.

As Roselie was capable and did her best to assist the old nanny she had now gained the little girl's approval.

The two maids were worried when their Miss had not even noticed their presence upon arriving in this room but that worry faded when they saw her smiling at them.

'Finally! Back to my room!' Yvonne cheered as that would be a better place to sort out the mess of thoughts in her head.

Seeing their Young Miss back to her normal state, the two maids bowed and followed her out of the room.

They were quick and precise as they helped her out of her clothes and into her thin camisole dress.

There was still an hour before lunchtime so the maids left her in her bedroom and stood guard outside the door.

Sitting before the mirror, Yvonne gazed at her reflection as she thought about everything that she had learned from the Marquess today.

Her mind, however, paused to think of the newest information which she had gained today.

Her tutor had spoken about the Festival of changing seasons and Lake Poliza.

The memories that came after hearing that name were what was currently on her mind.

Yvonne's memory of the script she had read back in her office of the Platina Entertainment building was still vivid.

Therefore, she did not have any problems with thinking back to the event which played a major role in the story.

Though there were still a few years before any such event would take place, her mind began thinking about how things would unfold in the future.

{The Young Prince of the Kingdom disguised as a commoner in order to accompany the young lady to the festival was the beginning of something very beautiful.}

She recollected how the writer, Asmodeus had portrayed that scene.

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Hilda, the lady who had lived the life of a commoner for a large part of her life was ecstatic to have the Prince escort her on the last day of the Festival.

A sixteen-year-old young lady walked next to the handsome young man who, though dressed in commoner's clothing was exuding an aura that demanded attention.

Her eyes drifted to his brown hair which matched hers but she knew that this wasn't his real hair color.

After all, he was the only son of the Ruler, the rightful heir to the throne of this land.

He had inherited the legendary blonde hair that ran in the Royal family but for her, he hid his true identity to spend this evening together.

Hilda's lips formed a smile when she thought of this.

Suddenly, warm hands were wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to a muscular chest.

The commotion around her made her realize that he had shielded her from the passerby who almost crashed into her due to the crowded area.

Looking up, their eyes met and it felt as though time had stopped around them.

The young lady was the first who broke contact as she looked away to hide the blush which formed on her cheeks.

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Yvonne almost gagged as she completed her recollection of that incident from the script.

'He saved you from someone crashing into you? Well, that could have been avoided if you were paying attention to your surroundings instead of sneaking peeks at him.' She rolled her eyes both at the female lead and the God who had written this scene.

After this short 'gazing into each others' eyes' session was a whole evening filled with roaming around and visiting the stalls set up for the Festival.

Prince Fritzen was a perfect gentleman who made sure to be attentive to his partner.

The last night of the Festival would end with a stellar fireworks show which was the perfect timing for the Prince to express his budding feelings for the lady who was walking beside him.

As the night sky was illuminated by the light of the fireworks, a couple in the secluded corner were pouring their hearts out to each other.

The confession that involved their feelings for each other, tears of joy and happiness from the young lady ended with a fiery kiss which left them breathless.

Thinking about the moment which began their hot-blooded romance, Yvonne realized something.

'Wasn't that Blue bird a little too horny?' She cringed when she thought of the numerous kissing scenes in the script.

The male and female leads just couldn't take their hands off of each other every time they were alone.

'That horndog Prince would drag Hilda away to secluded corners to make out.' She remembered that this story was tagged R-18 which meant that there were quite a few adult scenes in the script.

Shaking her head and tossing those impure thoughts out of her mind, she cupped her chubby cheeks which had formed a blush after recounting those details from the story.

'Since I managed to stay away from the role of the Princess' playmate, I'm sure that I will be safe from getting involved in the scheming and targeting that the Princess and Glennise did against Hilda.' She heaved a sigh of relief at this thought.

After this incident at Lake Poliza, everyone in the Capital would soon hear about the Prince's romance with the young girl.

Princess Felicia, Glennise Brodie, and Yvonne St. Claire from the story were not pleased with this news and hence began their attempts of separating this newly formed couple.

Each one of these girls had their own motives to act against Hilda but as they had a common goal, they joined forces to ensure that she stayed away from Prince Fritzen.

'Which failed miserably every time thanks to the couple's love and also that man.' She thought of the one person who did everything without greed in his heart.

Her 'Husband' in the script who was their guardian angel working from the shadows to keep Hilda safe did not expect anything in return as he continued to help them every time the couple was in trouble.

Her mood soured when her mind drifted to that man who chose to stick closer to his nephew's lover instead of focusing his energy on his wife.

'Scum!' She scoffed at him and now her cheeks were flushed with anger instead of the blush from earlier.

However, when she thought of the other man who had appeared in her dreams and displayed earnest care for her, she felt her fury ease a little.

"I won't have to bother with that Grand Duke anymore." She harrumphed as there was still a chance that she would meet someone much better than him in this world.

'It would be better if we never meet, Grand Duke Roschester.' She sneered as she did not know how she would stop herself from beating him up if he ever showed his face before her.

The image of his swollen face from her punches brought a wicked grin to her face as she rose from her seat and walked to her bed.

Plopping on the mattress, she stared at the ceiling while exhaling out loud.

Cleansing her mind of every thought that swirled in it, she laid in bed and moved her thoughts to different matters.

'A small nap then lunch and piano practice later.' She reminded her brain as she shut her eyes to rest for a little while.