The Slave Queen - Chapter 62: Chapter 62
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The Next Morning, Lunebloom Hollow
Raelynn woke from a peaceful dream. After Elaine helped her through breakfast, Nina set to work on her grooming.
Less than half an hour later, the mirror reflected a striking young woman—rosy lips, soft complexion, willow-shaped brows, and almond eyes full of quiet light.
She wore a pale, cloud-patterned robe in fine silk. Her hair was adorned with luminous eastern pearls, their glow gentle and refined. She looked like a fairy descended to earth, radiant as a spring blossom.
Nina stood stunned, completely forgetting to compliment her.
Just then, Sienna walked in holding a satin cloak trimmed in brocade feathers. "Lady Raelynn, it's chilly today. You should wear a cloak before going out—"
She trailed off as her eyes met Raelynn's.
She froze in place, mouth slightly open.
The cloak nearly slipped from her hands.
"L-Lady Raelynn...?"
It wasn't that she didn't know how beautiful Raelynn was.
But Raelynn had never cared much for appearances.
Her simple, understated style had always made her feel warm and approachable.
Now, with the dust brushed away, she shone—just like the eastern pearls in her hair—glowing with a quiet brilliance.
"Sienna?"
Raelynn arched a brow, amused.
That one smile nearly melted Sienna on the spot.
After a dazed moment, she let out a breath. "Oh heavens—it really is you, Lady Raelynn. For a second I thought the goddess had descended from the heavens."
She stepped closer and circled around Raelynn, eyes full of awe.
"No wonder Lady Margot loves you so much. If it were me, I'd be bowing and praying to you every single day!"
"You and that silver tongue," Raelynn said with a soft laugh.
"All this talk of goddesses—careful or the heavens will punish you for your nonsense."
Sienna grinned. "I mean it! You're even more beautiful than the fairies in paintings. You're the most stunning person I've ever seen."
Nina, finally recovering her wits, added, "It's true. They say fairies are beautiful, but I've never seen one. That is, until today. Now I know—they must look just like you, Lady Raelynn."
"You two really are something," Raelynn said, shaking her head. "Trying to flatter me into the clouds, are you?"
Of course, she didn't take their praise to heart.
First, because beauty had brought her nothing but trouble.
Second, her four years as a palace servant had changed her. She no longer cared much about outward appearance.
After all, even a woman as stunning as the noble consort had used the cruelest means to torment her servants.
Beauty meant nothing. A person's soul—their morals and heart—was the only true reflection of who they were.
She stood up, took the cloak from Sienna, and draped it over her shoulders.
"Let's go. We'll be late if we don't hurry, and I don't want Grandmother to wait."
Lifting her skirt slightly, she stepped out with a light, graceful stride.
But even that small movement made her seem otherworldly—like a fairy walking among mortals, every gesture full of elegance.
Nina and Sienna both fell into a daze again before snapping out of it and rushing to catch up.
As the three exited the courtyard, Vania was in the yard, sweeping snow.
Her gaze flicked to the two high-ranking maids following Raelynn—and a flash of envy lit her eyes.
Why was it that they were all new, yet she was stuck as a sweeper while they were promoted to first-class maids?
That was exactly why, the first time Isabel came to her with an offer to help Julia, she agreed without a second thought.
If she couldn't earn favor with Raelynn, she'd rather pledge loyalty to Julia.
That way, once Raelynn fell from grace, she'd be the one collecting all the rewards—as Julia's trusted ally.
At the Duke's estate gate
Raelynn stepped gracefully through the front gates. As expected, Margot's carriage was already waiting for her.
A second carriage, arranged by Cecilia, stood nearby.
The moment Cecilia saw her, her eyes flickered—first with surprise, then with clear disapproval.
She hadn't known Raelynn would be attending the Ice Party.
After all, everyone in Hazond City knew she had spent four years as a palace servant under the noble consort.
If she showed her face at an event so beloved by the noble daughters of the city, she was bound to become a laughingstock.
And it wouldn't just embarrass her—the entire Duke's estate could be dragged down with her.
Cecilia hadn't worried about it, confident Raelynn would never attend such a gathering.
But here she was, dressed to perfection.
'Is she planning to disgrace herself on purpose?' she thought.
While Cecilia fumed inwardly, Raelynn approached.
Knowing full well Cecilia wasn't there to wait for her, she simply offered a polite bow. "Lady Cecilia."
"Wait—where do you think you're going?"
Cecilia quickly called out as Raelynn turned to leave.
Raelynn's brows drew together slightly, though her face remained calm and composed.
She replied lightly, "I'm attending the Ice Party—with Grandmother."
Just as she spoke, a sharp scream rang out nearby.
Raelynn woke from a peaceful dream. After Elaine helped her through breakfast, Nina set to work on her grooming.
Less than half an hour later, the mirror reflected a striking young woman—rosy lips, soft complexion, willow-shaped brows, and almond eyes full of quiet light.
She wore a pale, cloud-patterned robe in fine silk. Her hair was adorned with luminous eastern pearls, their glow gentle and refined. She looked like a fairy descended to earth, radiant as a spring blossom.
Nina stood stunned, completely forgetting to compliment her.
Just then, Sienna walked in holding a satin cloak trimmed in brocade feathers. "Lady Raelynn, it's chilly today. You should wear a cloak before going out—"
She trailed off as her eyes met Raelynn's.
She froze in place, mouth slightly open.
The cloak nearly slipped from her hands.
"L-Lady Raelynn...?"
It wasn't that she didn't know how beautiful Raelynn was.
But Raelynn had never cared much for appearances.
Her simple, understated style had always made her feel warm and approachable.
Now, with the dust brushed away, she shone—just like the eastern pearls in her hair—glowing with a quiet brilliance.
"Sienna?"
Raelynn arched a brow, amused.
That one smile nearly melted Sienna on the spot.
After a dazed moment, she let out a breath. "Oh heavens—it really is you, Lady Raelynn. For a second I thought the goddess had descended from the heavens."
She stepped closer and circled around Raelynn, eyes full of awe.
"No wonder Lady Margot loves you so much. If it were me, I'd be bowing and praying to you every single day!"
"You and that silver tongue," Raelynn said with a soft laugh.
"All this talk of goddesses—careful or the heavens will punish you for your nonsense."
Sienna grinned. "I mean it! You're even more beautiful than the fairies in paintings. You're the most stunning person I've ever seen."
Nina, finally recovering her wits, added, "It's true. They say fairies are beautiful, but I've never seen one. That is, until today. Now I know—they must look just like you, Lady Raelynn."
"You two really are something," Raelynn said, shaking her head. "Trying to flatter me into the clouds, are you?"
Of course, she didn't take their praise to heart.
First, because beauty had brought her nothing but trouble.
Second, her four years as a palace servant had changed her. She no longer cared much about outward appearance.
After all, even a woman as stunning as the noble consort had used the cruelest means to torment her servants.
Beauty meant nothing. A person's soul—their morals and heart—was the only true reflection of who they were.
She stood up, took the cloak from Sienna, and draped it over her shoulders.
"Let's go. We'll be late if we don't hurry, and I don't want Grandmother to wait."
Lifting her skirt slightly, she stepped out with a light, graceful stride.
But even that small movement made her seem otherworldly—like a fairy walking among mortals, every gesture full of elegance.
Nina and Sienna both fell into a daze again before snapping out of it and rushing to catch up.
As the three exited the courtyard, Vania was in the yard, sweeping snow.
Her gaze flicked to the two high-ranking maids following Raelynn—and a flash of envy lit her eyes.
Why was it that they were all new, yet she was stuck as a sweeper while they were promoted to first-class maids?
That was exactly why, the first time Isabel came to her with an offer to help Julia, she agreed without a second thought.
If she couldn't earn favor with Raelynn, she'd rather pledge loyalty to Julia.
That way, once Raelynn fell from grace, she'd be the one collecting all the rewards—as Julia's trusted ally.
At the Duke's estate gate
Raelynn stepped gracefully through the front gates. As expected, Margot's carriage was already waiting for her.
A second carriage, arranged by Cecilia, stood nearby.
The moment Cecilia saw her, her eyes flickered—first with surprise, then with clear disapproval.
She hadn't known Raelynn would be attending the Ice Party.
After all, everyone in Hazond City knew she had spent four years as a palace servant under the noble consort.
If she showed her face at an event so beloved by the noble daughters of the city, she was bound to become a laughingstock.
And it wouldn't just embarrass her—the entire Duke's estate could be dragged down with her.
Cecilia hadn't worried about it, confident Raelynn would never attend such a gathering.
But here she was, dressed to perfection.
'Is she planning to disgrace herself on purpose?' she thought.
While Cecilia fumed inwardly, Raelynn approached.
Knowing full well Cecilia wasn't there to wait for her, she simply offered a polite bow. "Lady Cecilia."
"Wait—where do you think you're going?"
Cecilia quickly called out as Raelynn turned to leave.
Raelynn's brows drew together slightly, though her face remained calm and composed.
She replied lightly, "I'm attending the Ice Party—with Grandmother."
Just as she spoke, a sharp scream rang out nearby.
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