Reincarnated Princess Wishes To Avoid Death

Chapter 451

The Flowers of Love Withers

First loves always end up dying.

This is the general truth, and it’s even more true among nobles. So, this is not a very interesting story. It’s not even a very uncommon one. It’s just a story, like a hundred others, about a love that blooms and then dies because of the careless flow of history.

Tiona Rudolvon met Sion Sol Sunkland for the first time at Saint-Noel Academy. She and her servant, Liora, had just arrived at the school, and a group of noble girls quickly surrounded them to make fun of them. Then Sion came and saved her, just like the story about the knight in shining armor. He put out his hand, both literally and figuratively, and she took it. He showed them around the island. For her, the event was nothing less than a way to be saved.

He helped her again at the party for new students and many more times after that. His kind, well-timed visits left a mark on her heart and may have made it almost inevitable that she would fall for him.

Every time her hand touched his, her heart would beat faster. His look, which was as clear as glass, always made her cheeks flush. Almost certainly, he was her first real love.

Sion was a nice boy, but his smile was even nicer. Kind, noble, and always honest, he was the perfect example of a good soon-to-be-king. As a prince, he knew that with his power came both a privilege and a job. He had very high standards for himself and thought that he could and should act in the right way. He turned into hero. And by doing so, he made the faults of the nobles in her own country even more clear.

Over time, she started to form a set of views, which were strengthened when she met Rafina Orca Belluga. As a noble, she wanted to be strong, but she wanted it to be righteous. Her new ideas were put to the test right away by the great famine that hit the continent.

There was a lot of diseases, the economy fell apart, people rebelled, and in the end, there was a revolution.

When Tiona heard that Sion was going to marry a young woman from Sunkland, her heart didn’t flinch. It didn’t move...at all. No regrets. No jealousy. Only her slow, suffocating loneliness and the sad but sincere hope that the girl to whom he swore would love her could heal that old, painful scar.

“...Ah...”

Tiona woke up. Still fuzzy from sleep, her mind tried to remember the dream she had just had. It seemed like an important dream. She shouldn’t forget it. She grabbed it and tried desperately to hold on to its shapeless contents, but they kept slipping through her fingers, just like dreams often did. Soon, it was gone, and all that was left was the irritating knowledge that something had been there.

She woke up and whispered, “What a strange dream...”

She couldn’t remember all of the details, but it had been strange. That was all she still remembered. Still, she put her hands on her chest and found a restless, aching heart with a fast, almost dangerous beat. What she thought would be a nice nap turned out to be much less restful than she had hoped.

She thought, “I’m probably still not used to sleeping here.” It had been three days since she and Mia’s group had arrived at Count Lampron’s house.

She put on a dress and left her guest room, but when she did, she saw that the door to a closed room was also open.

“Oh, Your Highness...”

Princess Mia Luna Tearmoon, who had been beheaded in a dream she had forgotten, came through the door with a scared look on her face.