Princess Emelia Louis Beaumont II

Going back to her room, Emelia stumbled upon three drunken men hovering over one girl by the corner of the hallway. The palace isn't a place where men are supposed to find ladies for themselves, and she just couldn't bear to watch the poor girl suffer.

Emelia intentionally made her heels loud enough for them to notice her presence. But the three drunk men didn't hear it and continued touching the girl.

"What is this supposed to mean?" asked Emelia as she walked closer to them. Hearing Emelia's words, the three drunk men grew furious. While tipsy and swaying with their wobbly legs, one of the men sloppily pointed at her with his words slurring, "Huh? What you gonna do about it?" While the other two laughed out loud, echoing the hallway.

She stopped walking as she waited for the drunk man to walk closer to her. But really, she intentionally stopped walking since Emelia wanted to see if he would really dare to touch her. The drunk man who was approaching her continued laughing like a stupid clown, and when he was close enough to touch her. He said while slurring, "Oh? Is this the Ice Princess everyone keeps talking about?"

Those words aren't strong enough to make her offended. 'Try again later.' she thought. There are other more ways to offend her, but name-calling her isn't one of them. But because Emelia never showed any expression.

The drunken man decided to put on her to a test to see whether the ice princess would snap.

"Not answering, eh? It's alright. Your Highness is just shy about joining us in bed."

But what they didn't know is that she knew how to act. It is not she's expressionless and weak; she is someone who values her own expressions and just doesn't show them to the public. But if it's to punish the bad people, she didn't mind using her cold side.

"How about I cut your arms and legs?" Emelia coldly gave the man a smile. She pressed her finger on her lips, "Or…do you prefer I cut down there?" she smiled, sending chills on the drunken man's back. Since he isn't in his right mind, Emelia decided not to do anything to the man.

However, that kindness broke when the drunk man launched at her and tried to punch her.

Sad to say for him, Emelia was not born like other noble ladies. She was trained to use a sword and even if she is weaker than other men. Her flexibility helps her a lot. But because of the dress she worn, there were many restrictions on actions she wanted to do.

Instead, she grabbed the man's arm towards her and knocked him out at the back of this nape. The other two drunken men became furious at what she did and charged towards her. It was shameful that they were defeated almost instantly. They are not even worthy of calling themselves men.

Emelia swept her hands together then went to check on the lady who was being cornered earlier. She was a mess. Some parts of her dress were ripped, and she was sobbing like a child. Who wouldn't, after being cornered by men who tried to do unimaginable somethings to her?

"Are you alright? Do you need help?" Emelia asked as she offered the lady a hand. The girl who was still scared shook her head as a response and shivered while a cool wind blew in their direction. Seeing the girl shiver, Emelia kneeled down and offered the shawl she wore. She gently wrapped her shawl around the girl's shoulders then said, "Come with me. I will prepare a guest room for you."

The girl looked up to Emelia and tried stopping her tears but ended up not being able to hold them in. Even if comforting others isn't in her nature, Emelia still had emotions. She still is a human despite being called expressionless.

A servant passed the hallway, and Emelia ordered the maid to bring the girl to the guest room and make sure she is in the utmost comfort. The lady didn't want to let go of Emelia's hand, but in the end, she did. She thanked Emelia once more before leaving with the servant.

When the two figures drifted into the shadows, Emelia sighed out loud. Finally, it was all peaceful and quiet. Encountering two problems in a day? However, she knew that she was always on the battlefield. Two problems in a day? That's barely a number for her.

On the ground laid the knocked-out men. She decided to leave them be and let them be ashamed of themselves once they regain their consciousness. She didn't mind having a new enemy in the house.

She shivered when another cool breeze blew in her direction. Since she didn't want to bump into any other more nobles, she went ahead to her chambers and took her rest.

A new morning came, and it was a new chance to start a nice day. The sun was fully up, and there on her bed, she sat, reading a book, not until she was disturbed by a knock from the door. "May come in, Your Highness?" the male servant asked. Emelia closed her book and asked for the servant to enter. She removed her round glasses and placed them on the side table.

"Vale, what is the schedule today?" asked Emelia as she got out of bed and moved to her make-up table. Before he spoke, he lowered his head, looking at the purple carpet, then spoke, "At noon, you will be eating with His Imperial Majesty. After, you have swords training with the general commander."

Emelia stopped combing her hair, and from the mirror, she looked at Vale then asked, "That's it? No lessons with the baroness?" Vale nodded his head. Emelia had speculation that something is not right, but instead of being bothered by it, she asked Vale to call the other maids to help her prepare for the day.