"Miss, what are we doing here? The Countess would be mad if she knew we sneak out. Let's go home, please."

I glared at the made behind me. "Can you stop calling me Miss? Also, stop mentioning the Count or the Countess. What if someone hears you. I will make you pay if that happens. So, shut your mouth and just follow me." My mouth said at the maid. Here we go again. My own mouth is talking on it's own.

My maid and I sneak out from our residence because I am looking for someone. Someone who could probably help me. We are now walking at the crowded plaza.

I stopped walking when I heard the conversation of the vendors we have pass by.

"Do you know that the Crown Prince Fraser went on a training for half a year?" A woman said to another woman.

The other woman nodded. "Yeah, poor little Crown Prince. I heard he travels to the western region. But why did the King let him do that? Isn't the western region has the worst environment for training?"

The two women continue to talk about Prince Fraser. I thought the King suppressed the news about the Crown Prince training. It's for safety reasons. Since the King of Vrawyth has only one heir, some people tried to kill the Prince. If the Kingdom of Vrawyth lost an heir, it would be easy for the other Kingdoms to take over the Vrawyth.

I continue to walk and look around. Most people I pass by are talking about Crown Prince Fraser. I walk towards a stall and ask the vendor. "Excuse me, is it true? Prince Fraser went to the western region to train?"

The vendor sized me up first. I covered half of my face so people wouldn't recognize me easily. I also hide my hair because I am the only child in Vrawyth that has purple hair. The vendor then waved his hand at me and drove me out.

I pouted and looked for someone to ask. However, since I was hiding my identity, it's difficult for me to ask them. Who would entertain a child? I look at my maid, and a bright idea pops into my head.

I let my maid ask around about the Crown Prince and about the person I'm looking for. After five minutes or so, my maid comes back.

"Miss everyone I ask knows that the Crown Prince went to train in the western region. Apparently, someone spread the news of it this morning. However, no one knows who's the source of the news. About the person you're looking for, no one knows who that person is. They suggest me to ask in the main library, but if you do that, the Count and Countess will know that we sneak out."

I just waved my hand and stood up from sitting. "If that's the case, it will better for us to go home. I'll just ask someone for help."

I am more concerned about the Crown Prince safety right now. There's something wrong happening. The people who knew the training of the Crown Prince are the officials of the monarch only. Therefore, who spread the news about it?

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"CSILLE LAURETRÉ! HOW DARE YOY SNEAK OUT AND GO TO THE PLAZA? DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS?" My father shouts at me.

I got busy asking around that I forgot the time my parents would come home. Now, my father is scolding me for sneaking out.

Count Waltier is not that strict when it comes to Csille. Today was different. Every official in the monarch is on high alert because of the training of the Crown Prince. They probably know that many people would want to take this chance to harm the crown prince or the family of the officials.

I bowed my head and just let my father scolds me. He is just concerned for the safety of his only daughter. Of course, if something happened to me, what will happen to the family of Lauretré?

"Dear, stop shouting already. I think Csille already learn her lesson. Nothing happens to her. Calm down, okay? Let her stand up now." My mother interrupted.

My father just let out a sigh and let me stand up. I was kneeling for more than an hour now. My knees are already numb for kneeling that long.

"Oh dear, look at your knees. It's bleeding." My mother glared at my father. "Hmph. Your father is so heartless. Stand up. Let me take care of it."

My mother leads me to my room. I stopped her and looked back at my father. "I'm sorry, father. I just got bored, that's why I decided to look around. I did not mean to make you worried. "

My father looks at me and walks towards me. "Sorry if I am too harsh towards you. I just got worried. What will happen to us if something bad happened to you." My father gently combs my hair and hugs me too. "Let your mother takes care of your bruises. And next time, don't sneak out, okay? If you want to look around, bring a guard with you."

I nodded my head and smiled at him. I was about to start to walk when I remember something important. "And oh, father, I heard the people from the plaza. They are all talking about the training of the Crown Prince in the western region. I thought the King suppressed the news about it?"

Both my parents become silent. My father was the first one who broke it. "What did you say? People from the plaza know that the Crown Prince is training in the western region?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, everyone knows it. Based on them, early this morning, someone started talking about it. Until those people, that person talks to spread it to other people too. I tried asking where did it come from, but no one really knows. Father, is the Crown Prince in danger?"

My father looks at my mother. He then stared at me and shook her head. "He isn't. Don't think about it too much. Let your mother take care of your wounds and take a rest after."

I just nodded my head and let my mother walks me to my bedroom.

"Mother, is everything okay?" I asked her while she's busy cleaning my wounds.

She stops at what she's doing and looks at me. She touches my hair and smile. "Don't think about it. Everything's okay. You should rest early today. You're probably tired. My poor daughter." She kisses me on my forehead before she left my room.

I know they are only saying those words, so I would not worry. However, how could I not worry? The Prince is in danger, that's for sure. The problem right now is who's the culprit behind those news?

I am the one who created this world, but why don't I know many things about it. Who did it? It's probably someone from the officials, but if I'm right, what will be their motive? Prince Fraser is the only heir of the King and Queen, and if the Crown Prince died, no one would take the throne. That's means everyone in the Kingdom of Vrawyth will be in danger too.

What will they get if they want to end the crown prince's life? The only possible thing is if that person is a traitor. Who could be the traitor?

I slumped my head on my pillow. Who is it? I should know, I'm the writer. I made this world. But why can't I? Why is there a lot of happenings that I didn't make? The crown prince's life is supposed to be in danger in the second training and not the first one.

For freak's sake! He's just a nine years old child. Can they just spare him? But if it's true that there is a traitor, will they really let this opportunity pass?

Wait, Ysavel! Calm down. Think about the second training. The Crown Prince's life got in danger, but who did it? Wait, I still haven't written who did it. So, how come there's already a traitor in the story?

Is the traitor I'm thinking is the same traitor doing it? But if that person is the same, what will I do? No one will believe a nine years old child. How could I also forget that the person's identity is so clean that no one would ever suspect that that person is the traitor of the Kingdom Vrawyth.

If that person isn't the traitor, then who is it? Where did it come from? Like, come on, I am the writer. Why am I always the one left behind? Is it because I am in the body of nine years old? This is so unfair. I want back!

But what will I do know? Should I just wait and not do anything? I want to send Prince Fraser a letter but how can I? The King forbids any communication to the Crown Prince.

What will I do? My sight caught the Camellia flower, Prince Fraser. I took it and held it in my hands.

Please be safe, your majesty.

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"Csille!" A voice from afar called me. I look around and saw Rufus. Rufus Astalieu, the cousin of Prince Fraser. Prince Rufus Astalieu, the son of the Duke of Vrawyth. The duke is the half brother of the King.

I waved at Rufus. He runs towards me and hugs me. "Csille, it's been a long time since I saw you. Look at you. You look like a fine lady now."

I just laugh at his words and break from his hug. Rufus is a childhood friend of Csille. Since the Duke doesn't care about the royal title and the position of the monarch. Rufus grew up as a noble even though he's a Prince.

"What are you doing here? I thought you're busy studying at the boarding school?"

Rufus is older three years older than Csille. But despite the age gap, Csille and Rufus became friends. They grew up together and often played together when they were kids. He's the one who protects Csille when other kids tried to bully Csille because of her hair and eyes.

Many children love to taunt Csille for having purple hair and purple eyes. The same way the little boys bully Rufus for having red hair and red eyes. Yes, he has red eyes. Many children were afraid to get close to him before because of his eyes. I am the only one who wasn't, that's why we become friends. It's also the reason why the Duke didn't want to join the monarch. People of the Vrawyth say that Rufus is a cursed son because of his red eyes and hair.

"I took a break. One of the sons of a noble family always bullies me there. I got really fed up with his taunting that I beat him to pulp."

I gasp at his words. "Still the same Rufus, eh?"

Rufus just grins at me. "People are still the same. What can I do? I'm trying to live my life in peace, but those nobles interrupted my peace."

I jokingly punch his arms. "You'll get in trouble for that someday. You should try to control your temper." I shake my head in disappointment.

He raised both of his hands in the air. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I'll try to control it next time. Anyways how's my purplany going?"

I rolled my eyes at him. I continue cutting the flowers and ignore him. He knows I hate that nickname a lot. He's taking revenge. His parents name him Rufus, which means red hair. That's why he calls me purplany.

"Oh, still the same? I don't understand why you hate it? It looks cute on you." He takes the flower I am cutting. I'm learning flower arrangement today.

I glared at him. "If I call you red hair, will you like it?"

He just laughs at me. "Feisty! I like that."

I stomped my foot and took his hand, and bite it. He shouts because of it and tries to take back his hand. I let it go and stick my tongue out to him. "Serves you right."

"And still childish as always." Rufus laughs while holding his hand with a bite mark.

I stop at what I'm doing at look at him like he's an idiot. "Of course, I'm just nine years old okay? I'm still a child." I cross my arms at him and pouts.

"Okay, okay, lady Lauretré. I wouldn't tease you anymore. You're no fun."

I throw those cut leaves at him. "I'm busy, can't you see?"

He looks at the flower that I'm trying to arrange. "I can see. The poor flowers look a mess right now. You don't have a skill for flower arranging. Just accept it."

I glare at him and pout. "I'm nine years old okay? And I'm still learning. I'll get better at it. You'll see."

He picks a morning glory flower and puts it at the back of my ear. Morning glory? It symbolizes affection. Come to think of it, Rufus is the second male lead in the story. He's the first person to know that Princess Paislee is disguising herself as Prince Fraser's Royal guard. He keeps Princess Paislee's secret because he fell in love with it. He's one of the people that Prince Fraser got jealous of.

I tried recalling all the scenes I write with Prince Fraser and Rufus. I laughed at my thoughts. These two guys will be fighting over a guy. The only difference is Rufus knows the real identity of Princess Paislee while Prince Fraser thinks that he's a homosexual.

"I'm looking forward to seeing it. I hope you it wouldn't look like that."

"PRINCE RUFUS!"

Rufus just laughs and runs around the garden. I run to him, and we started to run around the garden. Like we usually did when we were still young.

Rufus stopped running and raised both his hands. "I concede, your highness."

I just pouted at him and glared at him. "Look what you made. The backyard is now a mess. I'll be dead if my parents know about this."

Rufus scratches his nape. "I'm sorry. I'll just help you then. Don't worry. Everything will be cleaned up when the Count and the Countess come back home."

"You better do so."

We started cleaning up the mess we made. Afterward, I continue arranging the flowers I'm making. While Rufus stands beside me and watches me doing my thing.

"Who are you going to give this?"

I paused and thought for a while. The first person that came from my mind is Prince Fraser, but I just shake my head. It's impossible to contact the prince for a while.

"I'll give it to my parents." I put the last flower, and it's all finish. "Does it looks lovely?"

"It is." I look back at Rufus smiling, but I caught him looking at me. "The flower is beautiful. You did well."

I just shake my head. "My mother and father will be glad to see you. You should just join our dinner."

"Okay, as long as you don't cook. I'm staying."

"Hey!"

Rufus just laughs at me. I stare at him while he's laughing. Can you still keep that smile after Princess Paislee chooses Prince Fraser, Rufus? I hope yes.