In the portrait sent by the Kingdom of Galico, she was a delicate beauty, so similar to Isabella de Mare but with different hair color that it was almost unbelievable. Yet in person, Larissa could not be called a beauty, but she was a genuinely styled lady with a soft demeanor and a bright smile.
Her first impression was, subjectively and objectively, quite good.
Compared to the highhanded behavior of the Galico envoys speaking in Galico, Larissa de Balboa tried her best to use Etruscan.
Although she couldn’t hide the fact that it was a newly learned foreign language, she was trying her best to speak in the language of this country.
“Nice to meet you, Alfonso de Carlo.”
“I am Larissa de Balboa.”
She was a girl with light brown hair and deep brown eyes. As she was a year older than Alfonso, she could be seen closer to a woman than a girl.
She was about 3 piedi 8 dito (approximately 163 centimeters) tall, very skinny, with a slightly snub nose. When her mouth was closed, she looked a bit neurotic, but when she was speaking with her downcast eyes and kind demeanor, she looked very tender.
“If you’re more comfortable speaking Galico, that’s fine.”
“No, I try, Etruscan language.”
Larissa, dressed in a golden dress and trying to put on her mask, smiled brightly.
Despite not being very pretty, she seemed to be smitten with the handsome Alfonso at first sight. A smile never left her eyes and mouth, and she reacted excitedly to every minor gesture of Alfonso’s.
Around them, the adults looked on with satisfaction as the boy and girl, the prince and the grand princess, interacted.
“Hurry, help her.”
Marguerite the queen mother urged her son as if to tell the ladies, pointing at Grand Princess Larissa who was struggling to put on her mask.
Alfonso let out a subtle sigh and stood up from his seat to tie the string of Larissa’s mask at the back of her head. His hand brushed the edge of her hair.
If the golddecorated Bauta mask had not partially hidden her face, everyone might have seen Grand Princess Larissa revealing her teeth in a smile.
“Alright, let’s all stand up. We should let the young people have time together.”
As Leo III stood up first, Queen Marguerite also followed him with a smile.
“You two have a good time.”
Grand Princess Larissa curtseyed cutely as if to show a formality in response.
“Thank you, Your Majesty, the Queen.”
[This is the time separator]Triggered by Queen Marguerite’s initiative, the two naturally began to converse in Galico.
Prince Alfonso could freely use Galico because his mother was from Galico, and he had been thoroughly taught by a Galico teacher from a young age as part of his education.
“My father is passionate about my sisters’ education. We are all proficient in literature, embroidery, music, and art. Especially in the field of poetry and painting, my elder sister, Suzanne, is extremely talented.”
Prince Alfonso listened to the story of Archduchess Lariessa like a gentleman, nodding along. He was naturally affectionate, and his consideration overflowed even unintentionally.
To Alfonso, there were many stories about Lariessa’s deceased sister, Archduchess Suzanne, in Lariessa’s narrative.
“Sister Suzanne was truly beautiful. Her fair, transparent skin was incomparable,” she said.
Alfonso, who was looking at Lariessa, tilted his head.
“But, Archduchess,” he started.
“You also have beautiful and fair skin. Why do you only tell stories about your deceased sister? Please tell me more about yourself.”
Beneath the masquerade mask, Lariessa’s face turned red. It was the first time anyone had asked her to put herself before her sister.
In any perspective, she grew up being cautious under the more beautiful and outstanding Suzanne. She loved her sister but deeply resented her.
However, outside, she appeared to admire Sister Suzanne, as if not envious at all, and had a habit of praising her sister with a bright face. It was Lariessa’s own way of being loved.
But now, a handsome blond prince was before her eyes, saying that she didn’t have to do that. It was a feeling she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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