The Villainess’ Beloved Plan: The Struggles to Avoid a Doomed End

Sophia got off the carriage and felt nostalgic, she had been married to Randall and hadn’t Visited the castle for a month.

　’I have no particular feelings for the castle.
Rather, I have only bad memories, but during the year and a half I spent from the age of fourteen till I got married at sixteen, I wonder if I ever saw it as my home.’ Sophia thought silently

　Sophia, who arrived earlier than the start of the dance party, was immediately called by the king.
Randall said he would work in the castle until the last minute, so he wasn’t around.

　Leaving Orion and Isolte in the room Sophia used when she was a maiden, Sophia headed to her father’s private room.
It seems that the king has already finished his work and is relaxing in the room.

　When Sophia entered the room, the king stood up and hugged his beloved daughter, she was embarrassed at his actions, a taint of red could be seen on her cheeks as she blushed

“Sophia, how are you? Were you wronged in any way? Tell me immediately .”

“It’s okay, dad.
Everyone is very kind.”

　Except for her husband, Randall.

　Sophia sits side by side with the king on the couch and reaches for the cookies that were served.
A lot of sweets are lined up on her low table, probably prepared for Sophia.

　This king is a very timid and unreliable father, he is very weak when it comes to the queen, but she can’t hate this.
The existence of the king who laughs at Noh weather as “Sophia” in a state of four-sided humor that most of her vassals who serve the queen and her half-brothers are enemies is, well, the heart of Sophia.
There was no doubt about it.

“Today I made a mistake because you looked like an adult again.”

“My handmaid Isolte did her best to make me look this beautiful.”

　Today Sophia wears a lilac chiffon dress with an open décolleté and a pale blue stole.
The dress was prepared by the King for when Sophia married, but it has been redesigned by Madame to a slightly more mature design.

A brooch in the shape of a rose, purchased from the jeweler, was pinned to her stole, and around her neck was an emerald necklace that matched the color of Sophia’s eyes.
A delicate bracelet was worn on her wrist, and Sophia’s shining, rippling blonde hair was half-up.

Isolte was so proud of herself, saying, “This is the best I’ve ever done!” Isolte was surprised at how much Sophia was transformed by the makeup she had applied.

Although she looks a little taller than she should, Orion looks at her and says, “She and Randall are so far apart in age that it would be better for them to be balanced when they stand side by side.”

After staring at Sophia’s face, the king’s eyes suddenly got moistened.

“When you dress up this way, you look like your mother.”

“My mother?”

　When she lived in the city, she called her “mother,” so it is a little embarrassing to call her “mother” again.

　Sophia’s mother had the same blonde hair as Sophia, green eyes like emeralds and was a beautiful woman with a good reputation in the neighborhood.
She only knows that her mother was working as a maid in the castle, because her mother didn’t say much about herself.

The fact that she was a maid in the castle means she’s likely to have been the daughter of a nobleman somewhere, but her mother said she was “a lonely woman for her entire life,” and Sophia agreed with her.
She had never met a family member other than her mother until she died.

　Sophia has no intention of asking, as there is probably a reason why her mother didn’t want to talk.
Her mother was a lonely but kind person her entire life.
That’s fine.

“I couldn’t do anything when I was forced to leave the castle.
If I knew I was pregnant, I could have done more…” We’re her mother’s words

Perhaps because he remembered the old days, the king started crying.
Tears streamed freely down her Father’s face and Sophia smiled a little while rubbing her crying father’s back.