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19.23% REINCARNATION OF THE ROYAL OUTCAST / Chapter 15: The Youngest Prince

Chapitre 15: The Youngest Prince

Lexzandra carefully seals the last envelope, her fingers deftly folding and pressing the wax to secure it. With a small sigh of satisfaction, she places it alongside the others on her desk. The room is bathed in a warm, golden light filtering through the intricately designed curtains, casting gentle shadows on the polished floor. A delicate floral scent lingers in the air, emanating from a vase of freshly picked roses on the windowsill.

.She calls for Elara, who promptly enters the room, her expression attentive and curious.

"Elara, please deliver these to their respective receivers," Lexzandra says, gesturing to the neatly arranged envelopes.

Elara glances at them, noting the addresses. "Are these for the new ladies-in-waiting, Your Highness?" she asks, her tone filled with interest.

Lexzandra nods. "Yes. I've selected five candidates. I believe they will be well-suited for the roles."

Elara raises an eyebrow, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "Only five, Your Highness? A princess usually has more than five ladies-in-waiting. Shouldn't you consider having more?"

Lexzandra smiles, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. "That would be too much for me, Elara. I don't want too many eyes on me. Five will suffice for now."

Elara sighs, but there is a note of respect in her voice. "As you wish, Your Highness. I must say, it's a relief to see this change in you. You've become so much kinder and more considerate. I hope you remain this way."

As Elara takes the envelopes, she reflects on the drastic transformation in the princess. She remembers the old Lexzandra's fits of rage and the way she would scold her maids for the slightest mistakes.

Now, this newfound kindness and thoughtfulness give Elara hope. She silently prays that this change is genuine and lasting, as the palace is a much brighter place with the new Lexzandra at its heart.

Lexzandra's smile widens slightly. "Thank you, Elara. I intend to."

With that, Elara gathers the envelopes and leaves to carry out her assigned task. Lexzandra watches her go, feeling a sense of accomplishment. However, she knows there is still much to learn and understand about this world and her new role in it.

Deciding to deepen her knowledge, Lexzandra sets her sights on the royal library. She has no clear understanding of the royal family's history or the broader world she now inhabits. The royal library, she has heard, is the largest in the entire kingdom, situated in the heart of the royal palace.

As she makes her way to the library, Lexzandra marvels at the grandeur of the palace architecture. The intricate designs and sheer scale of everything around her is awe-inspiring.

As Lexzandra makes her way to the library, she marvels at the grandeur of the palace architecture. The intricate designs and sheer scale of everything around her are both awe-inspiring and a reminder of the immense responsibility she now bears.

Her footsteps echo softly against the marble floors, accompanied by the rhythmic swish of her dress.

Tall columns line the corridors, each adorned with elegant drapery depicting the kingdom's storied past.

When she finally arrives at the library, she pauses at the entrance, taking in the massive wooden doors adorned with ornate carvings of mythical creatures and ancient symbols. The sight fills her with a sense of reverence and curiosity.

Two guards stand at attention by the doors, their expressions stoic and disciplined. As Lexzandra approaches, they exchange glances with each other, their surprise evident though unspoken.

The princess rarely ventured into the library, and her presence here today was unusual. They do not stop her, recognizing her status, but their silent communication speaks volumes.

Lexzandra catches their exchanged looks and offers a polite nod, understanding the rarity of her visit. With a deep breath, she pushes open the heavy doors, stepping into the vast, knowledge-filled sanctuary of the royal library..

Lexzandra steps inside and is immediately struck by the vastness of the space. Tall shelves stretch towards the ceiling, filled with countless books of varying sizes and colors.

The scent of old parchment and polished wood fills the air, creating an atmosphere of scholarly reverence.

Lexzandra begins to walk through the aisles, her eyes scanning the shelves for the book titled "The History of Royal Lineage."

She moves slowly, taking in the titles of other books as she goes. Her fingers occasionally brush against the spines of particularly interesting volumes, but she remains focused on her primary goal.

As Lexzandra searches through the towering bookshelves, the faint sound of a voice catches her attention. Curious, she follows the echoing murmurs and finds herself near a set of stairs. There, she spots a young boy with vibrant red hair and striking red eyes, his small frame and determined expression indicating his persistence. Despite his efforts, it's clear he cannot reach the book he desperately wants from the high shelf.

Quietly, Lexzandra approaches and reaches for the book. "Here you go," she says softly, handing it to him.

The boy turns around, ready to thank her, but his eyes widen in shock as he recognizes her. Trembling, he loses his footing on the stairs in his panic. Lexzandra reacts swiftly, catching him before he falls. "Careful!" she exclaims, steadying him.

The boy's fear is palpable. He stammers, "T-thank you, Your Highness."

Lexzandra studies his face, trying to understand his fear. The vivid red hair and eyes trigger a memory, and she suddenly realizes who he is. "Auden?" she asks gently, recognizing her younger step-brother, the son of the king and his third wife.

Auden nods, still trembling slightly. Lexzandra notices how his fear makes him seem even smaller. "It's okay, Auden," she says softly, trying to reassure him. "I won't hurt you."

His eyes widen further, and he seems to relax just a little, though his wariness remains. "You won't?"

She smiles warmly. "Of course not. We're family. I'm here to help."

Auden's expression shifts from fear to cautious curiosity. He clutches the book to his chest, clearly still unsure but willing to believe her for now.

He nods, still trembling. Lexzandra can see the anxiety in his eyes and wonders why he is so scared of her. Memories from her previous life flash through her mind—Lexzandra had been cold and often harsh towards him, a product of her own insecurities and jealousy. The young Auden had every reason to fear her.

Lexzandra sighs internally as the memory ends, recalling the events in the novel she read. She knows that Auden plays a crucial role in the political landscape of the kingdom.

In the story, he becomes a key ally to the protagonist and helps to bring down those who would betray the crown.

Lexzandra smiles warmly at Auden. "I'm glad you're okay. What book were you looking for?"

Auden hesitates but eventually holds up the book she handed him. "It's a history book. I like reading about the past."

Lexzandra nods, genuinely interested. "History is fascinating. There's so much to learn from it."

Auden looks at her, confusion and curiosity mixing in his gaze. This is not the sister he remembers. She seems different—kinder, more approachable. "Yes, it is," he agrees cautiously.

Lexzandra decides to take a small step towards building a better relationship with him. "If you ever need help with your studies or want to discuss what you're reading, feel free to come to me. I'd be happy to help."

Auden blinks in surprise, unsure how to respond. "Thank you, Your Highness."

Lexzandra smiles again, patting his head which makes him blush. "Please, call me sister when it's just the two of us."

Auden nods slowly, still processing this unexpected kindness. "Okay… sister."

Auden quickly mutters his thanks once more and hurries away, his small frame disappearing among the towering shelves. Lexzandra watches him leave, a mix of emotions swirling within her.

She sighs, reminding herself that building trust takes time. Turning back to her search, she selects a thick volume titled *The History of the Royal Lineage* and settles into a comfortable chair in a quiet corner of the library.

As she flips through the pages, Lexzandra becomes engrossed in the tales of how the royal family was established. She learns about the ancient kings and queens, the wars they fought, and the alliances they forged.

Each portrait of a ruler is accompanied by a brief description of their reign, their achievements, and their downfall. The history is rich and detailed, drawing her deeper into the story of her new family's legacy.

Time passes unnoticed as she delves into chapters about the royal family's connections to magic and sorcery.

Magic, she reads, once played a significant role in the kingdom's history but was banned centuries ago due to its dangerous and unpredictable nature.

The book describes the rise and fall of powerful sorcerers and the royal decree that forbade the use of magic within the kingdom. Lexzandra's curiosity is piqued, and she reads a few lines from an old spell, marveling at the ancient language and symbols.

Her attention is drawn to a detailed drawing of a symbol, complex and hauntingly familiar. Lexzandra frowns, trying to recall where she might have seen it before.

The symbol stirs something in her memory, but she cannot pinpoint exactly where she has encountered it.

She traces the lines of the drawing with her finger, lost in thought.

Just then, a guard approaches, breaking her concentration. "Your Highness, the emperor is looking for you," he informes calmly.

Lexzandra's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "The emperor?"


Chapitre 16: The Princess's Ladies-in-Waiting

She leaves the library, her thoughts still moving from the histories and symbols she has been reading about.

As she makes her way through the grand corridors of the palace, she admires the ancient designs and the opulence of her surroundings. Each step echoes softly in the vast, empty hallways, the only sounds the occasional whisper of a distant servant or the flutter of curtains in the breeze.

Turning a corner, she suddenly finds herself face-to-face with Duke Waymont.

Lexzandra freezes, her heart pounding in her chest.

The duke's imposing figure, with his dark, brooding eyes and sharply defined features, is unmistakable. His presence is commanding, and Lexzandra curses under her breath at this unexpected meeting.

She takes a moment to collect herself, deciding that perhaps this is an opportunity to clear the air between them and prevent any future misunderstandings.

"Your Grace," she greets him, trying to keep her voice steady and warm.

Duke Waymont regards her with his usual stoic expression, though his eyes flicker with a hint of curiosity. "Your Highness," he replies formally, bowing slightly. "I trust you are in good health?"

Lexzandra is momentarily taken aback by his concern but quickly regains her composure. "Yes, thank you. I'm quite well now."

There is an awkward silence as they stand in the hallway, both seemingly at a loss for words. The duke finally breaks the silence, "If you'll excuse me, Your Highness, I have matters to attend to."

As he begins to turn away, Lexzandra feels a surge of urgency. She can't let this moment pass without addressing the elephant in the room. "Duke Waymont, wait," she calls after him.

He pauses and turns back to face her, his expression unreadable.

"I wanted to apologize to you," she begins, her voice sincere. She takes a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly at her sides. "The things I did in the past were foolish, and I realize now how inappropriate it was for me to cling onto you like I did. I behaved poorly, and for that, I am truly sorry."

Duke Waymont's eyes widen slightly, a rare display of surprise crossing his usually stoic features. Lexzandra watches him closely, noting the way his jaw tightens and then relaxes, as if he's processing her words with careful consideration.

She continues, her voice gaining strength. "I know that my actions must have caused you discomfort and perhaps even distress. I was blinded by my infatuation, unable to see how my behavior was affecting you. I see now how unfair it was to impose my feelings on you without regard for your own. For that, I deeply apologize."

The duke's stoic mask slips for a moment, revealing a flicker of surprise. He quickly recovers, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You…apologize?" he repeats, as if testing the words.

Lexzandra nods, meeting his gaze with unwavering honesty. "Yes, I do. I've spent a lot of time reflecting on my past actions and the kind of person I want to be moving forward. I've realized that I need to respect others' boundaries and feelings. I want you to know that I've changed. I am over you, and I will not behave in such a manner again."

Her heart pounds as she speaks, the weight of her past mistakes heavy on her shoulders. She watches as Duke Waymont's expression shifts, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes.

After a moment, Duke Waymont nods slowly. "Very well, Your Highness. I accept your apology."

Relief washes over Lexzandra. "Thank you, Your Grace," she says softly. "I appreciate your understanding."

The duke still seems skeptical, but he inclines his head in acknowledgment. "If you'll excuse me," he repeats, and this time, Lexzandra lets him go.

As she watches him walk away, she feels a weight lift off her shoulders. She has taken a significant step toward rectifying her past mistakes. Turning back toward her destination, she continues her journey to the emperor's chambers, feeling a sense of relief.

This encounter has been unexpected, but it has given her a chance to show that she is truly different now. She has no intention of returning to her old ways.

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Lexzandra takes a deep breath as she arrives at the emperor's chamber, pausing momentarily to compose herself before entering.

The grand doors, intricately carved and adorned with symbols of the royal family, open before her.

Inside, she sees her father, Emperor Theodore, sitting at his large mahogany desk, engrossed in a discussion with his secretary, Master Aldric. Both men look up as she enters, their expressions shifting from serious to curious.

"Father, Master Aldric," Lexzandra greets them with a respectful bow. "Good day."

The emperor nods, his stern features softening slightly as he acknowledges her. "Lexzandra, come in. We were just discussing some matters of state." He gestures for her to approach. "How did the lady-in-waiting selection go?"

A smile spreads across Lexzandra's face, her excitement palpable. "It went well, Father. I met many wonderful candidates, and I'm quite pleased with the selections I've made."

The emperor and Aldric exchange a surprised glance at her excitement. "I see," the emperor says, intrigued. "And have you decided on who will serve as your ladies-in-waiting?"

"Yes," she replies, her voice brimming with confidence. "I have selected Lady Lucy Laroche, Lady Eunice McKinnian, Lady Analisa Poirier, Lady Ruth Treaswon, and Lily Nacht."

The emperor leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. "Why did you choose these particular individuals?" he asks, his tone curious and probing.

Lexzandra smiles, prepared for this question. She starts with Lady Lucy Laroche. "Lady Lucy Laroche caught my attention with her sincere desire to be noticed and to make a name for herself. She is well aware about the social circle and cultural dynamics of the society and has a way with words. According to my observation, Lady Lucy is well suited to be one of my ladies-in-waiting."

The emperor nods thoughtfully, prompting her to continue.

"Next, Lady Eunice McKinnian," Lexzandra says. "One thing that is great about her is her honesty. She spoke with honesty when i asked why she wanted to serve me, as a princess who is treated less than her authority, and she said it due to her parents forcing her. Lady Eunice excels in chess which involves strategy and a sharp mind, along with having keen interest in fashion and trends."

Emperor Theodore raises an eyebrow, impressed by the thoroughness of her considerations.

"Lady Analisa Poirier," Lexzandra continues, "is a diplomat's daughter. She has grown up in an environment where she learned to handle delicate conversations and maintain composure under pressure. Her diplomatic background will be invaluable in managing the intricacies of court politics."

"And Lady Ruth Treaswon?" the emperor asks, clearly invested in her reasoning.

"Lady Olivia Treaswon," Lexzandra explains, "brings a unique blend of intellectual and cultural refinement that is rare among her peers. Her extensive knowledge of literature and the arts is complemented by her impeccable grasp of court etiquette. This combination makes her an invaluable asset in presenting a sophisticated and polished image at court."

The emperor nods, clearly impressed with Lexzandra's thoughtful selections. He then looks to Aldric, who steps forward with a furrowed brow.

"Lady Lily Nacht," Aldric interjects, "was not on the original list of candidates. In fact, as far as I am aware, there is no Lily in House Nacht."

Lexzandra meets his gaze, her expression calm and confident. "You are correct, Master Aldric. There is no Lily in the House of Nacht, only because it was never revealed. She is actually the youngest daughter of Marques Nacht who has never seen the outside world. I am not aware how she came here…but she seemed to desperately want this job, and I believe she deserves a chance. She is highly skilled in household management and has a genuine desire to serve."

Lexzandra meets his gaze, her expression calm and confident. "You are correct, Master Aldric. There is no Lily in the House of Nacht, only because it was never revealed. She is actually the youngest daughter of Marquess Nacht who has never seen the outside world. I am not aware how she came here…but she seemed to desperately want this job, and I believe she deserves a chance. She is highly skilled in household management and has a genuine desire to serve."

Both the emperor and the secretary are shocked by this revelation. How could Marquess Nacht hide his daughter from the world?

The emperor narrows his eyes, clearly disturbed by the information. He turns to Aldric. "Summon Marquess Nacht to the palace tomorrow," he commands.

Lexzandra steps forward quickly, her voice comes as urgent. "Your Majesty, that would be highly embarrassing for the marquess. He has always been a private man, and to question him about this matter in such a public manner might cause unnecessary scandal. Besides, I have a different perspective on this situation."


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