I Don’t Want A Prince In My Life - Chapter 1
One day, the king issued a ridiculous decree.
“Whoever teaches love to the crown prince will be rewarded with the title of Queen.”
The unmarried women were beyond excited because the only requirement was that the woman had to be of child-bearing age, and there were no restrictions on her status.
In other words, any woman of any status could be offered the possibility of becoming Queen as long as she was young enough.
As a working seamstress, when I heard about this, I was truly appalled at how ridiculous it was.
I had learned the hard way from my own experience that a love affair between two people of different status can only make the people around them unhappy.
The seamstresses I work with have been talking about the announcement all morning.
But their hands keep moving, and they sew much better clothes than I do.
As a newcomer to this country, I was trying to keep up with their skills.
I’ve always been praised for my embroidery skills, but I’ve learned the hard way that it’s one thing to learn how to embroider and quite another to make a saleable garment in a short amount of time.
However, I can’t be content with the situation where I am inferior to others forever.
I’m already getting paid less than usual because I’m slow.
“Hey, don’t be so quiet. Maybe you don’t know because you just came to this country recently, but the prince of this country is famous for his great beauty. Of course, you want to be chosen, don’t you?”
Suddenly, I sensed the conversation turn towards me, and I stopped.
My blonde hair is bristling, and my pale purple eyes must have a hint of weariness in them. I don’t have the time to worry about my appearance right now.
But I knew that the other seamstresses were making fun of me.
The girls, who had been chatting happily, giggled in response to my brash appearance.
The leader of the group stood up from her chair and looked down at us with a predator’s face.
At first, they were friendly and welcoming, but the moment they saw my unblemished hands, their attitude changed dramatically.
They think of me as the spoiled and ruined daughter of a naive merchant, and that assumption is not far off.
‘Don’t be underestimated. If you show weakness, you will be kicked off right away.’
I remembered my tutor’s words, which I had been told so often since I was a child.
I have clenched my teeth and used those words as an indicator for my life to this day.
Yes — even if I am deprived of my former position and driven to the depths of despair.
I stared straight at the seamstress’s daughter, who was looking at me joyfully.
Even if I am a seamstress now, even if I’m in rags, my skin is sunburned, and my bangs are drooping to hide my tanned face, I was born as a noblewoman and raised as a future queen. This pride cannot be taken away by anyone.
No matter how hard the situation is, I will survive in the given environment. I will not despair. Never.
Before long, the girls had stopped laughing as if they had felt my anger. The room fell silent.
The face of the girl who had tried to make fun of me was drawn.
If she had even half a heart, she shouldn’t have started the fight in the first place.
With that in mind, I answered her question in a low, muffled voice.
“I don’t deserve to be with a prince.”
As I said this, the tense air in the room instantly relaxed.
I can’t do it. This cannot work. It should never happen that my original position is revealed.
I soothed myself and put on the mask of a dull seamstress.
“Yes, of course. You’re just a plain old seamstress, aren’t you?”
A moment later, when her words seemed to have sunk in, she fell back into the chair in which she had been sitting in as if she had collapsed.
A heavy silence settled over the room full of women.
“You all have got to stop talking nonsense and start working. We can tell the owner, you know?”
At that moment, an older seamstress clapped her hands as if signaling everyone it’s time to get back to work, and I turned my gaze back to the cloth in my hand.
The woman who had intervened tapped me on the shoulder and said:
“You are still young. You don’t have to belittle yourself as if you don’t deserve it.”
It was a gentle voice.
I gave her a small nod and went straight back to work to catch up on my lost time..
I wondered why she thought I was being so down on myself.
–I just said that the Prince, who has a pretty face, is not suitable for me.
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