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Chapter 205 - 205 That Look In His Eyes

Chapter 205: That Look In His Eyes Chapter 205: That Look In His Eyes Panic clawed at her chest.

She had to fix this.

Now.

“I—I am not a maid!” she shouted, her voice rising shrilly.

“I am not a maid!

I am a princess!” A sharp scoff cut through the air.

“Then conduct yourself like one,” one of Carl’s guards spat, his voice dripping with disgust.

The humiliation doubled, suffocating her.

Her nails dug into her palms as her eyes darted around, looking for someone, anyone, to blame.

She couldn’t blame Carl.

That would be suicide.

She couldn’t blame the laughing crowd.

That would only make things worse.

So her eyes locked onto the one person standing silently beside Carl.

Nnenna.

Her rage boiled over.

“You!” Bora shrieked, pointing at her with trembling hands.

“It’s you!

You’re the one who made him say this!

You really are an adopted daughter, acting like some common gossip, whispering lies about people like a filthy street girl!” Gasps filled the air.

Bora didn’t care.

She had already lost everything, so she might as well drag Nnenna down with her.

Slap!

The sharp crack echoed through the silent courtyard.

Bora staggered, her cheek burning, eyes wide with shock.

The person who had struck her?

Her own elder sister.

Cha, the very one she had been trying to defend.

Bora’s mind reeled.

This had to be a mistake.

Why?

Before she could form a word, Cha’s cold, unwavering voice cut through the air.

“He is right.

Dixan trains exceptional princesses, not shrews.

Conduct yourself like a Dixan princess, Bora.” A cold chill ran through Bora’s spine.

Shrew?

Her?

How?

She wasn’t being unreasonable, she was helping!

Defending their family’s honor!

And yet… She turned desperately to her father, hoping, praying, to see some sign of disapproval.

But what she saw made her heart sink.

Approval.

Pride.

Her father approved of Cha’s slap.

Her world cracked.

Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

This was betrayal.

This was injustice.

This was A choking sob rose in her throat as she spun on her heels and fled.

No one stopped her.

No one called after her.

Not even her own family.

Not even Cha.

And worst of all?

Not a single soul pitied her.

Cha, calm and composed, turned back to Prince Carl, her expression poised, as if nothing had happened.

“Prince Carl, I assure you, this is not how we train our princesses,” she said smoothly, dipping into a graceful curtsy.

“I have already educated her and will continue to do so.

I apologize for any inconvenience she may have caused you.” Her voice was steady.

Elegant.

Every bit the perfect princess.

Cha held her curtsy flawlessly, her posture straight, her expression composed.

She was confident.

This will get his attention.

Prince Carl had barely looked at her in the past few days.

She had just proven her discipline, her grace, her worth as a true princess.

Surely, now he would But he didn’t.

His gaze didn’t even flicker in her direction.

He wasn’t thinking about her at all.

Carl’s focus remained on Nnenna, his sharp eyes scanning her face as if checking for any lingering sadness.

Then, with that same casual, almost lazy tone, he spoke.

“If you’re not up for this, we can always just go back and play some chess.” The words were lighthearted, but the way he said them, gentle, coaxing, made it clear.

He was speaking to her.

To Nnenna.

“It’s been a while since I last saw your skills, and I’d like to be refreshed.

Not to mention, I need to see if I can finally defeat you, you smart little alien.” Cha “…” Others “…” His voice carried a warmth that sent shockwaves through the crowd.

Cha’s curtsy wavered for the briefest second.

The watching nobles froze.

The other princesses felt their hearts shatter.

And then Silence.

Tension so thick it could snap.

Then, like an explosion “EXCUSE ME?!” It wasn’t shouted aloud, but every single person there was screaming it in their minds.

A living, breathing, beautiful, elegant, and breathtaking princess is literally curtsying in front of you.

Could you at least LOOK at her?!

But Carl, utterly oblivious, or perhaps completely uninterested, simply waited for Nnenna’s response.

Cha clenched her fists, but her face remained serene.

This was not the outcome she had expected.

But they were all in for an even bigger shock.

The moment Nnenna gave a small nod, accepting Carl’s suggestion, he didn’t hesitate.

He took her hand firmly, his touch both protective and possessive, and without another word, he led her away.

His entourage followed, their presence a silent wall that separated them from the rest of the crowd.

Not a single glance was spared for Cha.

Not a word.

Not an acknowledgment.

She had stood there, holding her perfect curtsy, believing that patience and grace would earn her recognition.

But now, as the sound of their footsteps faded into the distance, reality crashed down on her.

She had been completely, utterly, ignored.

For a long moment, she remained in that position, frozen in place, willing herself to believe this wasn’t happening.

But the ache in her legs, the stiffness in her spine, and the burning heat creeping up her neck told her otherwise.

When she finally rose, pain shot through her limbs, but it was nothing compared to the humiliation clawing at her chest.

Whispers spread like wildfire.

Soft murmurs turned into chuckles.

Chuckles into open laughter.

The other princesses, who had once envied her poise, now wore triumphant smirks.

The noblewomen, who had once admired her grace, whispered behind their fans, their eyes glinting with amusement.

She had played the part of the perfect, elegant princess, only to be left standing there like a fool.

And now?

Now, she was a spectacle.

A joke.

King Seungho watched his daughter approach, his gaze unreadable, but the heavy frown between his brows said more than words ever could.

Cha knew that look.

It was the first time in her life that her father, her father, looked at her with disappointment.

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