When the Female Lead Went Off-Script, the Main Male Lead Became the Tyrant's Empress - Chapter 25.1
“Look over there, Your Highness. Someone is riding a horse.”
“So what?”
What was so special about riding a horse?
Madam Sentlique refused to give up and coaxed the pouting Imperial Prince while pointing somewhere.
“His horsemanship is remarkable. He appears to be around Your Highness’s age.”
Around my age?
His curiosity piqued, Arden craned his neck out the window and looked in the direction his nanny was pointing.
A boy wearing teal Northern-style clothing that covered his neck was riding in a wide circle.
He held a bow in his hands.
Although both hands had released the reins, his outstretched legs gripped the horse tightly, and his body moved steadily in the saddle with the horse’s stride.
The boy nocked an arrow and focused on a target that had been set up in advance.
The bowstring drew taut, and his sharp gaze pierced the very center of the target.
The arrow flew amid the tension.
A direct hit.
Without showing off, the boy immediately drew his bowstring toward the next target.
The arrow cut through the cold wind and struck the center of the target.
One, and then another.
He didn’t stop even as the icy wind blew.
The horse was still running at high speed.
When shooting at a target behind him, he didn’t turn the horse. Instead, he twisted his upper body and fired.
Arden forgot his boredom and watched him in fascination, captivated by his flawless horsemanship.
“What’s your name!”
Leaning out the window, Arden shouted the question at the boy.
Apparently hearing his voice, the boy stopped his horse and turned his head toward the carriage.
After staring at the carriage for a moment, he said nothing and nimbly leaped over the bushes before disappearing into the forest.
Arden’s eyes widened.
Someone asked you your name, you know?
Until now, no one had ever ignored Arden.
He was an Imperial Prince.
Whenever he wanted to know something, he couldn’t rest until he found out, and the people around him always gave him an answer.
Yet that boy had just ignored him.
“Nanny, who was that?”
Madam Sentlique, who had been removing a ring set with a large sapphire from her finger with the intention of donating it to the temple, shook her head.
“I don’t know, Your Highness. There are countless children in this territory. He may be the son of a knightly family serving His Highness the Grand Duke, or he may be the son of a wealthy merchant in the territory.”
“What kind of answer is that?”
Arden grumbled.
After thinking for a moment, Madam Sentlique clapped her hands as though something had occurred to her.
“Perhaps he is His Highness the Grand Duke’s son. He is exactly the same age as Your Highness.”
“He’s the same age as me?”
Arden showed interest at the mention of someone his age.
“What does he look like?”
“He has black hair…… I heard that he resembles His Highness the Grand Duke, but I’m not certain. You’ll see him soon, so don’t be impatient.”
“I’m not impatient.”
It was a lie.
If the boy from earlier was the Grand Duke’s son, then they were cousins.
Arden tried to recall his face.
However, the boy had been too far away for Arden to see it properly.
The only thing he could tell was that the boy had black hair.
Since he was said to resemble the Grand Duke, he might have a stiff personality and a large build.
Was he short?
What color were his eyes?
Brown? Blue? Purple?
‘They might be green because I heard he resembles Auntie.’
Arden soon shook his head at the thought.
No, that child doesn’t share a single drop of blood with Auntie!
They might have been cousins, but the boy was a complete stranger.
He was a cousin unrelated by blood who had become family through his aunt’s remarriage.
Hmm, perhaps they shared a little blood.
If one traced their degree of kinship, the Grand Duke was also a very, very distant relative.
Judging by the boy’s cold personality, his eyes were probably a frigid gray.
The color of clouds gathering before snow.
A dull and boring color.
The same color as his imperial mother’s gravestone.
Just as the image of the cousin he was about to meet took shape in Arden’s mind and was nearly complete, the carriage passed through the castle gates.
“My nephew has finally arrived.”
“Auntie!”
Arden freely acted spoiled beneath the enthusiastic welcome of his aunt, Princess Merea.
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