Me, a Princess? My Lord! - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89

Sheila, who had carefully picked up the princess, quickly moved her steps. The place she headed to was the cradle where Violet was lying.

Sheila carefully laid the princess down next to Violet. The two babies lying side by side looked exactly like twins. The color of their soft hair was identical, and their eye colors were quite similar too.

Though they were born about two weeks apart, the two babies didn’t differ much in terms of development either.

‘Violet was born quite small to begin with… and she wasn’t properly breastfed.’

Sheila looked down at her daughter with pitying eyes.

In Sheila’s eyes, the differences between the two babies were clearly visible. Their eyes, nose, and lips were all different.

It was natural. Violet was the child she had given birth to with her own pain. How could she not recognize her? The same went for the princess. It was a face she had held in her arms and looked at day and night for the past few weeks. She could draw it even with her eyes closed.

‘But no one except me would be able to tell them apart.’

Even Countess of Greed, who was currently lying unconscious, couldn’t distinguish between the two babies. Though she had seen the princess’s face a few times, all her attention had been focused on the sick queen.

‘The countess has never even looked at Violet’s face once. She doesn’t know that the two babies resemble each other this much.’

Sheila’s heart beat violently. Blood rushed through her entire body, making her hands and feet tingle.

‘Right now, I could change both their fates.’

She knew it was a crazy thing to do. If caught, not only she but also Norbert and Violet would face execution.

‘This is the only chance.’

She couldn’t change her own fate, but she could change her daughter’s fate. She could make her live a completely different life.

Just then, a soldier came running breathlessly from behind.

“We need to depart soon, so please hand over the princess.”

“Ah, yes.”

Sheila’s hand hesitated for a moment over the two children.

“Please hold her carefully. Support her neck well.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, like that. You must hold her carefully so she doesn’t shake as much as possible.”

Sheila carefully handed the baby to the soldier’s arms. He nodded and said.

“Thank you. You should also get out quickly. There’s no time to delay.”

“Yes, I will do so.”

Sheila picked up the baby lying in the cradle. She hurriedly climbed into the empty carriage.

Thud.

The door closed, and someone shouted loudly.

“Then let’s depart!”

Without time to catch her breath, the carriage slowly began to move. Only then did Sheila properly look at the face of the baby in her arms.

“…”

The baby was sleeping soundly even in the urgent situation. Sheila caressed the baby’s cheek with her finger and whispered.

“I’m sorry, Princess. Please forgive this governess.”

* * *

Before dawn broke. Sheila, holding a baby tightly in her arms, turned the corner and entered a narrow alley.

The first snow had fallen during the night. Sheila took each step carefully, worried she might slip.

In an alley full of closed shops, Sheila looked around when she reached the dead-end.

‘No one’s here, right?’

Of course. It was a place and time where there couldn’t be anyone.

Sheila slowly separated the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes from her arms. Perhaps because of the cold weather, the baby whimpered.

“Shh. You need to be quiet.”

Sheila carefully laid the baby down next to a pile of wooden boxes.

“…”

She had thought a lot about what to do with the princess. For a moment, she had even considered just raising her under the name Violet, but keeping the princess alive was dangerous in many ways.

But she couldn’t kill the princess with her own hands either. She had tried several times, but each time she changed her mind at the last moment.

Even Sheila didn’t know the reason. It wasn’t belated regret that had come up.

Sheila had no regret whatsoever about switching Violet and the princess. Even if she went back to that time again, she would have made the same choice.

‘Maybe I grew attached while breastfeeding her…’

Sheila, who had been looking down at the baby for a moment, took off the shawl she was wearing and carefully wrapped the baby with it.

A baby abandoned in this weather probably wouldn’t survive long. The cold couldn’t be completely blocked with just one thick shawl.

“Goodbye.”

Sheila lightly kissed the princess’s forehead and turned around. The baby cried loudly. Though she kept wanting to look back, Sheila gritted her teeth and quickened her pace.

Water already spilled. It could no longer be undone.

‘Violet, for you I could do even worse things. This mother will carry the burden of sin…’

May your fate always be well.

* * *

“You’re crazy! You’ve really gone mad!”

Coachman Norbert, who had learned the whole story, was jumping around frantically. He had heard everything from Sheila while looking for the missing Violet, but he couldn’t readily accept what he had heard as fact.

“The baby in the palace now isn’t the princess but really…”

“It’s Violet. Our daughter.”

Norbert roughly grabbed his own hair. He looked at Sheila with bloodshot eyes and said.

“Then where is the real princess now?”

“She’s dead.”

“What do you mean…”

“I said she’s dead. The princess is no longer in this world.”

Norbert, who had turned pale, collapsed into his seat. He muttered curses with a dazed face.

“Do you know what you’re saying right now?”

“I know. I know very well.”

Sheila knelt down in front of Norbert.

“The deed is already done. It’s spilled water. It can’t be fixed. Do you understand what I mean?”

Sheila grabbed the collar of the dazed Norbert and shook him hard.

“If only you keep your mouth shut, no one will know.”

“You’re crazy.”

“If only you keep your mouth shut, our daughter will grow up as a princess in the royal palace. She won’t live miserably like this. She won’t spend her whole life doing maid work like me and die old!”

“You’re not in your right mind. You’ve lost your mind. How could you do such a horrible thing?”

“I made the best choice for our daughter. Because I’m her mother!”

Sheila screamed sharply. Blood vessels burst and the whites of her eyes turned red. It was a frightening sight.

She brought her face close to Norbert’s and said.

“It can’t be undone anyway. Even if you go and confess now, you, me, and our daughter will all die.”

Sheila pressed Norbert’s lips hard with her index finger.

“I’m warning you, keep your mouth shut.”

* * *

Norbert, who quit his job as a coachman, lived drowning in alcohol. And one day he suddenly left home and disappeared.

‘Is he dead? Maybe so.’

Sheila didn’t bother looking for Norbert. It would be cleaner if he was dead, but it didn’t matter if he was alive. He wasn’t a man brave and righteous enough to go to the king and tell the truth.

Sheila abandoned the surname Albert and returned to her original surname Emmett. She had completely cut out all traces of the man named Norbert from her life.

“Here’s the letter of recommendation you requested.”

“Thank you, Countess.”

Sheila succeeded in securing a position as a maid in the royal palace by receiving a letter of recommendation from Countess of Greed.

‘If I can watch our Violet grow up by her side, I can do anything.’

Ah, she’s not Violet anymore.

Sheila shook her head vigorously. An ecstatic smile spread across her lips.

‘For Princess Anastasia, I wouldn’t spare even my own life.’

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