Sylvia's eyes immediately widened like a deer caught in front of a carriage. Just facing one of them took a lot out of her, Sylvia didn't want to deal with both the brother and the sister pair at the same time.
Before anyone could say anything, she ran away from that spot at the top of her speed, which was surprisingly faster than she had expected.
Only after reaching the castle's kitchen quarters, she even stopped to take a breather. "That was super close." Sylvia panted.
The kitchen seemed to be more crowded than usual but she was happy to blend in.
"Hey, can you carry this to the dining hall?" Someone handed her a platter of fruit. Sylvia nodded and quickly joined the others in doing some random work.
Just like this, she was determined to hide away from Michelle and Priscella for the rest of her stay in the castle.
If they couldn't see her, then they wouldn't be able to bully her. So she decided to make it her top priority.
Meanwhile… back on the castle gardens…
Priscella walked over to Gabriel who was still sitting on the lawn and grinning widely.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, brother. What do you find so fascinating about that damned slave?" She asked, furrowing her brows.
"What is it to you? You got what you wanted right?" Gabriel chuckled, as he looked up again to gaze at the various constellations spread across the vast sky.
Unlike Sylvia he was unable to sense the individual particles of energy, he was only able to roughly sense a vague aura and that itself made him much powerful than the other mages, giving him a higher status.
Priscella scowled at her brother's casual attitude. "Are you not interested in my friend anymore? Weren't you just last week singing praises of her?"
"Which friend?" Gabriel asked, without turning his head.
"I am talking about Isabella, brother. Do you really think a Duke's daughter would accept official mistresses living in the castle with her?"
"If you know what's good for you, you will come to your senses and take that family ring back from that slave?"
"Heh. You even know about that?" Gabriel chuckled. "Tell me, sister. Why do you concern yourself with who I marry and who I am not? What does that have to do with you?"
"I… I don't…" Priscella stammered.
"Oh… I see… It's not even about me, right? Is it about that girl? Do you hate her so much that you wouldn't let her have any sort of life?" Gabriel did not stop and continued poking her further.
"Are you perhaps jealous of her, my dear sister?" He grinned.
"Eh? Nonsense! Absolute nonsense. Why should I be jealous of that plebeian? She is trash. She is a nobody."
"Then I think you will be really pleased to hear my plans for her… Aha Ha Ha." Laughing like a maniac, Gabriel stood up and patted his back leaving the garden.
"What the… " Priscella glared at the man's disappearing figure. "All men are the same hmph. How disgusting…"
"I can't believe that this asshole and that slut managed to ruin my mood today evening… of all the days… damn it." She gritted her teeth and muttered under her breath as she quickly walked back to the castle as well.
Priscella rushed back to her room and changed into the dazzling evening gown that she had prepared beforehand.
Her personal maids flocked over to her and helped her prepare from top to bottom using the best of the best materials and priceless jewelry.
When everything was finished, Priscella looked completely different, her entire figure transformed into a beautiful heavenly swan.
She then walked out of her chamber in the castle and headed down to join the other esteemed guests in the castle's humongous dining hall.
This was the one and only royal dining hall in the castle and it was a sign of respect when guests were invited in to dine along with the King or even just the other members of the royal family.
Priscella gracefully nodded and smiled at everyone who greeted her. She waltzed over to her mother and father, the Duke and duchess, and silently stood near them.
No one had yet begun to get seated as the King hadn't arrived yet.
"You look beautiful, darling." Priscella's mother pulled her towards her and beamed proudly, giving her daughter an air kiss. Duke Reynolds as well smiled and nodded in approval.
"Is it old age, mother? Have your eyes gone dim?" Gabriel chuckled, giving the nauseating mother and daughter pair a sideways glance.
"You…" Priscella immediately flared up. However, her mother tugged at her dress, signaling her to be quiet and remain calm. "Stop making a scene, Gabriel."
"Eh? Whatever. Congratulations and good luck, my dear sister." He wished Priscella and left their small group to mingle with other people.
"Mother! Why won't you ever reprimand him?!! It's bad luck to wish someone before their engagement."
"He is intentionally doing this to get a rise out of me. I don't think brother wishes me well at all." She complained to her mother half-heartedly knowing that no one would ever say anything to Gabriel as he was their proud son.
And just like she had expected, her mother repeated her words which she had used so many times in the past. "Women have to be more understanding and forgiving, darling. I am sure he didn't mean anything by that. He just simply wished you."
Priscella sighed and shook her head helplessly knowing that it was only a waste of time to argue with her mother.
Her eyes instead silently darted around searching the room for a certain handsome and charming Prince.
And not long before, she spotted the man standing leisurely and chatting with a few nobles as he raked his long slender fingers through his golden locks which looked slightly messy, just enough to add more wildness to his domineering features.
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