Marked By An Angel

The Scheming Prince

The annoying sweet smell of vanilla lingered inside the drawing-room. Francesca fought the urge to throw up as she elegantly walked into the room. She hated the sweet smell of vanilla in her previous life, and it seems that her tastes also changed the tastes of this new body.

The previous Aren would have loved vanilla, but she was different.

"Cui… open the windows," Francesca uttered before she curtsied towards the man who was wearing a white outfit. The clothing reminded her of the clothes that the princes from the movies that she used to watch on earth.

This man… was not tall. So yeah, in her eyes, his appeal was already so-so. How did Aren like this guy?

From her memories, men here were tall. About six feet on average. But this man was only about five foot ten at least. He wasn't muscular and his looks can be considered less compared to the idols on Earth.

Still, the previous Aren chased this man and worshiped him like he was some kind of god.

Was Aren blind?

Probably not.

From her memories, Aren started liking this man after he comforted her when she got lost in the garden at the palace.

It was the prince who found her and since then, Aren thought of this man as her savior.

Still, pestering your savior is just too abnormal. The previous Aren was really desperate for this man's affection.

"How have you been?" the man said. However, he wasn't even looking at Francesca. His eyes were glued at the woman sitting next to him.

Speaking of this woman, Aren only has poor memories about her. It's not even worth thinking about them.

Seeing the two people lovingly gaze at each other, Francesca rolled her eyes. She wondered if these two came here just to stare at each other. Were they trying to show off their extreme love that could stop floods and storms?

What bullshit.

"May I know why you are here, your highness?" she asked calmly. The Vulgati Family ruled this Kingdom. And this man in front of her was the fourth son of the Vulgati king. His name was Eduard Vulgati. He was the son of the favored concubine. Aside from that, Eduard was a pretty well-known Elementalist who was already a level three Elementalist at the tender age of nineteen.

This talent coupled with his golden blond hair and striking blue eyes was proof that he was indeed a Vulgati. After all, all princes and princesses have the same blond color. Well… all except one.

"Is this how you are going to treat his highness?" the woman next to Eduard sneered. "Clearly, he is not cold-hearted. He came here to make sure that you are safe. He even came here to give you compensation."

Compensation.

These people really love to mention compensation.

She already informed her grandfather not to ask for anything. Did the old man create ruckus in the young prince's residence? "Your highness, I believe we need to clear the misunderstanding between us." She took a sip of the most bitter tea that Cui could find in this mansion.

"Misunderstanding?" Eduard asked, his sharp brows furrowed. "I don't think there is a misunderstanding, Lady Rochester. I am here not because someone coerced me, but because I wanted to ask you to stop obsessing over me. I always knew that you liked me since we were younger. However, I have made it clear a long time ago that I only see you as my little sister. But you never stopped chasing after me. I am here to let you know that I am going to marry the daughter of Baron Milan, and not even your grandfather could stop me."

Hah. This prince was a little scheming.

If she was the previous Aren, she would have already raised hell when. she heard the young man's provocation. Sadly for him, inside this body was a coldhearted woman who had lived through more than fifty years of her life. How could something like this upset her?

Her lips lifted into a beautiful smile. "Well then… you have my congratulations, your highness. Thank you so much for your compensation. I will send you a wonderful engagement gift soon."

For a few seconds, the two people in front of her stilled. Ah, perhaps it was the way she said the word 'gift'. Did they think she was going to scheme against them using this gift?

"Your highness… let us forget about the past. I am already planning on sending my apologies for embarrassing you at the banquet. It was a foolish mistake. Rest assured, I will never do that again."

"Eh?"

Hah. Kids.

These two actually looked like they were disappointed that she didn't do anything to harm them today. She snorted. Good thing she was magnanimous enough not to play with kids.

"Anyway… I am still a bit sick, your highness. I hope you don't mind. I need more rest. After all, I just woke up."

"Ah? Yes. Yes… you can go now. There's no need to see us out."

Francesca didn't hesitate to leave them alone. There is no point in playing a game.

"Miss… are you letting them go… just like that?" Cui asked. She was walking next to her.

"Why not? Aren't they just lovers?"

"Miss… the King hasn't agreed to marry the prince to a baron's daughter."

"Oh… "So? This is none of her business. Right now, she wants to familiarize herself with this world as soon as possible.

"Well... I think they came here because they wanted you to cause a ruckus."

She snorted at that. "I know." That scheming prince wanted her to hurt the poor baron's daughter. In this way, he could complain to the King and take responsibility for his carelessness that caused some injuries to the baron's daughter. Then he would tell the king that he was taking her as his concubine.

In this world, men could marry at least two women. One is the main wife, while the rest can be concubines. From her memories, she knew that this place has a monarchical political system. A single sovereign ruled the kingdom and was treated as the supreme authority.

Next are the left and right prime Ministers and then the second-ranking ministers.

"Miss… you don't seem hurt. Have you really moved on from the fourth prince?"

She nodded. The previous Aren was a blind woman. That prince looked so-so. Even his talent was just so-so. Compared to Aren's angelic appearance, that prince can be considered mediocre. There is no point in holding on to people that are considered below her standards.

"Ah… Cui? Can you tell everyone that I am sick and won't allow any visitors?"

"But miss, people would think that you got sick because of the fourth prince and that baron's daughter. What about your— "

"Don't mind it. Let them think whatever they think." The thing about this place is that people cared too much about reputation and rumors. It was sickening.

After she arrived in her room, she immediately opened the books that her grandfather wanted her to read.

She was only given seven days to master the spell. Good thing that her grandfather asked Alferes to teach her a simple spell. And once she passed, her grandfather would then give her a qualified teacher to teach her the rest.

"Alright… let's start with the history."

She opened a book that contained the history of sorcerers before she froze. This is different from the usual alphabet that Aren learned since she was young!

The language was clearly different, but her brain could understand everything. Hold on… Aren never liked studying ancient languages in the past. So, how was she able to understand this type of writing?