rubymoon
Stories 7
Chapters 122
Words 524.7 K
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Reading 1 d, 19 h
Holding our hands near the crackling fire, we watched as the redness slowly faded. ‘Ah, that’s better.’ As we huddled by the fire, warming our hands, the children quietly gathered around us. One of the girls gently tapped my shoulder. “Excuse me, My Lady.” “Yes? What is it?” “What story are we reading today?” “Hmm, I don’t know. Is there a book you’d like to read?” “…Umm.” ‘What is it?’ The girl fidgeted, as if she had a specific book in…- 139.2 K • Ongoing
After he left, I filled sacks with the enormously high pile of sesame seeds. The sheer quantity meant it took a considerable amount of time to fill each sack. Still, the sight of the sesame sacks stacked layer upon layer in the storage room filled me with a sense of accomplishment. ‘I’ll have Oliver take care of these tomorrow!’ Evening had already fallen. Winter days were short, and darkness descended early. Although the surroundings were pitch black, Oliver had thoughtfully placed lanterns…- 139.2 K • Ongoing
“Please don’t make me feel any more ashamed in front of our guest, who has come to mourn the Saintess. I’m already mortified that I couldn’t prevent His Highness the Crown Prince’s outburst earlier, which was a discourtesy to Miss Blanchet.” “But…” “” Witnessing the plummeting numbers, the Princess immediately swallowed her protest. Instead, she swiftly adopted a melancholic expression. Her downcast eyes and trembling lips made her look as pitiful as a fawn facing a…- 81.5 K • Ongoing
- “” “It's freezing, yet you came all this way just to see me? You could have sent someone.” Roxand took a step closer to the Princess, as if about to offer his coat. His thick fur coat, velvet gloves, and stole made it clear he was the most warmly dressed, yet his apparent concern was touching. “Are your hands and feet cold?” “I’m fine. Today is the last day of the memorial service, so I wanted to walk around the temple grounds and gather my thoughts. I thought perhaps having dinner…
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To my surprise, she was quite talkative, and a relatively normal conversation flowed after that. “I’m not actually allowed to go out or meet anyone without permission. The Emperor gave the order. No one can know I’m here. …They said I was called here by the divine. That I’m a very important person, and bad people might be after me, so everyone is protecting me. …They call me a Saintess, but sometimes I don’t like that title. I’m just an ordinary person with no special powers. It’s a…- 95.3 K • Ongoing
- I furrowed my brow, a flicker of disbelief crossing my face. “You didn’t sneak out, did you?” Silence. Ji Eunha stubbornly avoided my gaze, a response more telling than any words. Aghast, I blurted out, “How could you leave the Imperial Palace without telling him?” “I… I’m sorry. But I wanted to meet Lady Kristenner without the Duke knowing…” Ji Eunha’s voice was barely a whisper, her body shrinking inwards. Speechless, I could only imagine Michael’s reaction upon seeing…
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- Sesame seeds poured through the holes of the sieve. We continued to pour the seeds and debris onto the sieves, and a pile of clean sesame seeds steadily grew on the other cloth. After sifting, the final task was fanning. Ideally, we’d use a large fan to separate the chaff, but since we didn't have one, we had to use large hand fans. Since fanning was strenuous, I left that task to Killian. He diligently fanned the seeds, putting his sword-honed arm muscles to good use. Thanks to his efforts, the…
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- “Oliver! I love you! You’re a genius inventor! You’re the best!” “Ah, M-Miss Vanessa…!” Overcome with joy, I spontaneously hugged Oliver. Honestly, anyone who saw this oil press would have reacted the same way! He flinched, startled as if burned by fire. Yet, seemingly unable to bring himself to push me away, his arms flailed uselessly in the air. His voice trembled uncontrollably. “M-Miss Vanessa… please let go….” “Oh, I’m sorry. I was just so happy, I didn’t…
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- “Rendezvous? You misunderstand, Your Highness. This is Lady Blanchett, the Duke’s beloved, from the Viscount Blanchett family. Due to certain circumstances, I am merely escorting her to her carriage. I apologize, but Lady Blanchett lost her voice after a tragic incident and is unable to greet you personally. I ask for your kind understanding.” “Oh dear… How unfortunate. May the Goddess’s blessings be with Lady Blanchett.” Daphnela curtsied in response. However, the princess’s…
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- “Don’t worry. He won’t be able to hear us from this distance.” Roxand, unfazed, steered Daphnela into the shadows of the outer wall. He then stood before her, tall and imposing as a great oak. The click-clack of approaching heels grew louder, echoing sharply against the stone. A woman with neatly braided, rose-pink hair rounded the corner. “Lord Roxand.” “Your Highness…?” Roxand had hoped for an anonymous passerby, but fate, it seemed, delighted in thwarting him, placing the…
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