Surviving As A Fake Princess - Chapter 3
Translator and Editor: Bunny and Nievna
Chapter 3 – Secrecy of Birth is Essential in a Soap Opera (2)
Siegheart was sexually exploited and abused by several men and women in the process of being brought into slavery.
The only reason he was able to keep his chastity was that his slave traders did not want to degrade his quality, so they protected him.
But instead, they used violence to make Siegheart compliant.
Of course, the slave trader tried not to wound him, but it wasn’t worth it.
Siegheart was wounded when he was put up for auction because tried to escape the day before. In the process, he killed some of the slave traders’ men.
He only survived because they were certain he would fetch a high price.
And after the uproar at the auction house, he was sold to me.
‘The reason I know this in detail was… of course, because I’ve seen it on the original novel.’
It was a terrible experience for a 17-year-old, and a more brutal experience must have also happened to him already.
He will, in fact, experience it later but how can I do that?
While I was still in thought, Siegheart took advantage of my silence and asked again in a stern voice.
“Or, are you going to make the slaves fight to death?”
It was like seeing a cat with all its furs standing up ready for a fight, ‘Grr!’
The villainess Leticia did all that he mentioned in the original novel.
I didn’t do anything of that. It is me now, not the original Leticia, who went to the auction house for the first time to pick him up.
Leticia’s secret hobby was buying slaves there then torturing and killing them. She even turned the Rose Palace into a place to torture them.
Even though Leticia fell in love with Siegheart’s beautiful appearance, she tormented him sadistically.
[Aha! Haha haha! You are mine! You are my property!]
Laughing and shouting like a crazy woman, the scene where Leticia whipped Siegheart’s back until he turned into a rag, was quite impressive.
‘A sadist villainess… That was a bit… of her character – the original Leticia.’
That’s why I know how to get to the slave auction house.
Anyway, that’s the original story.
I already changed the original story a little bit in the 18 years I have lived here. I’m going to bring more changes now that I’ve met Siegheart.
As I turned my gaze, I saw Siegheart, a still wounded cat with inflated fur.
I should let down my guard fist.
I took off the makes first; if the mask was suspicious, he would be more vigilant towards me.
Then the magic that changed my appearance instantly dispelled.
Siegheart seemed perplexed by my unexpected behavior.
The magic power dissipated and my hair color returned to its original state. My face also changed in an instant. My proud platinum hair glided and flowed.
Siegheart stiffened in embarrassment when our eyes met.
I smiled as kindly and affectionately as possible to the wounded boy who had not yet lowered his guard down.
Fortunately, I was born with a face that can be called a weapon, and when a bright sun-like smile is attached to that face, its power is multiplied several times.
I’ve been experimenting for 18 years, so I’m pretty sure.
I opened my mouth to the embarrassed boy for the first time.
“What am I going to do with you?”
A look of embarrassment appeared on Siegheart’s face.
He was surprised by the sudden change in my voice, but he didn’t point that out. There must be more important trivial things.
“Th, that’s right..!”
He couldn’t take off his eyes on me, stammering.
His face looked cute for his age and I suddenly wanted to tease him. After meeting him in real life, I wanted to make fun of him.
“I’m going to make you do a lot of things.”
I deliberately smiled meaningfully. Lowering my voice, and whispered to him, “But your priority… is to wash up first.”
His face hardened, embarrassed by my words; his sneer was visible on his face.
I seemed to grasp what he was thinking now.
‘After all, this woman was the same… ’
He probably has those thoughts – he will be washed up and be dragged to bed. (T/N: and snusnu xD)
Well, the original Leticia did exactly that. Of course, Siegheart resisted violently, so she whipped him hard and hung him upside down for the whole night.
Just what on earth did you do to a 17-yeat old?
Even if that is unlikely anymore, Siegheart must have seen countless people trying to sexually exploit him while being held captive.
The contempt that appeared on his face now would be the same as the expression he had on those people.
I continued, speaking with a smile as wide as the ocean, “And I’ll have to put some medicine on your wound. Uhm, if it was a bit severe, then I might have to stitch it.”
I’m not going to do it myself though.
Siegheart’s eyes widened.
“Next, you’ll have to eat first. I’ll have the maid bring you some soup or something. Anyway, you didn’t have any proper meal, right? It would be better to eat liquid food for now.”
Confusion spread out on his face.
Still, my words continued.
“After that… umm. Oh! I’ll give you a guest bedroom, so you can sleep well.”
A crucial point was added right away.
I purposely cut off ‘alone’ from the rest of the sentence. This way, he wouldn’t interpret differently.
The confusion on the boy’s face grew bigger.
“Is that all?” He asked in dismay.
“Hmm, that’s all.”
“Because you are wounded, hungry and tired. Am I wrong?”
He looked up at me like a mysterious creature.
Indeed, you’re so cute.
I wanted to poke his face with traces of baby fat, but since I couldn’t, I wanted to make fun of him more.
“Oh, do you think it’s a pity? Do you want something more than this?” I asked winking at him.
The boy’s face immediately turned red like he was going to explode at any moment.
Siegheart staggered like a buffered video and then burst out.
“Wh-what do you mean a pi-pity?! Th-that can’t be true! Wh-what do you think of m-me?!”
I tilted my head and replied.
“You’re wounded and starved… and you’re still a young boy. Am I wrong?”
I almost made the mistake of saying his accurate age.
He was cute when he trembled, so I stopped.
But still, it is not good to over-stimulate a child who must be sensitive because he already distrusts people. I’m sure his head will explode again if he knew I know too much about him.
It was also good to pretend to be a victim in this case.
“So, do you see me as a wicked woman who would do that to a wounded and starved young boy, like you said?”
When I put on a genuinely sad and miserable expression on my face, he turned visibly embarrassed.
“That, that… !”
The restless boy with his genuine embarrassment hesitated for a moment before apologizing.
“I, I’m sorry.”
I relaxed my face and accepted his apology.
May it was because he’s still young, or because I pushed him to his limit, but it was fun to see a fresh reaction every time I poked at him.
His handsome face made him an eye-candy, and he’s also cute when he trembled after some poking.
I wanted to play with him for a while, but when I saw the boy’s pale face, I realized it again.
‘Oh, boy, he was injured.’
Perhaps his wounds were still bleeding. His face was becoming paler and paler as time went by. I thought to stop here for today because I think he might faint at any moment.
I rang the bell and called in the maid, a trusted ally.
My handmaid Jeanne, was someone who had served me for 10 years already.
Her eyes opened wide as soon as she went inside the room and saw the wounded young boy, but she quickly regained her composure and acted as if she hadn’t seen him seen before.
“You’re looking for me, Princess?”
Siegheart’s eyes widened at her words.
I could barely hear him muttering to himself, but Jeanne and I ignored him.
“Yes, Jeanne, I’m going to have to wash and treat him….”
With those words, Jeanne acted as if she recognized the boy’s existence. She didn’t seem to question what is his identity or why I brought him here.
This is exactly an exemplary model of the Imperial Family’s handmaid – Jeanne.
“It would be nice to have a handmaid who can hold her mouth from spilling words and serve him. Where… ah right. I’ll leave it to Emily.”
“Emily is on sick leave and resting.”
“She said she wasn’t feeling good in the morning, so I guess her condition worsen.”
Then there’s nothing I can do.
I thought that if I put Emily right here, the job would be over.
Then I just have to shift her responsibility.
“Alright. Then… I can’t trust other people and I can’t do anything anyway. Please do a good job, Jeanne.”
At that, Jeanne smiled softly and bowed her head. A token of appreciation for my trust.
“I will obey your orders.”
A handmaid from a noble family who was willing to follow orders of taking care of a boy whose identity is unclear – I was moved by Jeanne’s loyalty over the years.
‘I can’t believe that Jeanne was a character who betrayed Leticia and helped the heroine Amelita seeking justice in the original novel.’
The original Jeanne hated the original Leticia because of her evil deeds, but because I didn’t do anything now, her reaction was naturally different.
Now I have to sort things out slowly.
“Yes. Then, Jeanne, give him the bedroom in the far corner of the annex. Treat him and bring him food twice a day; call a doctor if his wounds scarred or turned to worse.”
Treatment for the patient.
“And… hmm, tell the rest of the maids to prepare my bed.”
A bed like honey for a tired princess.
Having a lack of sleep is the skin’s natural enemy, and if my skin gets in trouble, it will be a national loss!
… It’s awkward for me to say this myself, but anyway, it was clear that the beauty of my current body was not lacking.
Even in the original work, she was always portrayed as the opposite of the angelic Amelita, but she was described as a beauty that was second to none.
So, to some extent, this is an objective fact.
Jeanne smiled at my orders and bowed her head.
“I have already finished cleaning the princess’ bedroom, so Her Highness can go to bed right away.”
My face blossomed into a bright smile.
“As expected of Jeanne. You know I love you, right?”
It was already dawn; I was so tired that I couldn’t think of anything anymore.
I waved my hand gently, and Jeanne took the boy to the door.
As I watched Siegheart being dragged along with a blank expression, perhaps because he can’t fully understand the situation, my smile deepened.
Is it because he’s really cute? Or maybe it was because I’ve known him since 18 years ago from the original novel that I feel a sense of intimacy with him. I wanted to try ‘that line’ from the original novel once.
A question also popped up in my head: What kind of answer will I get?
“Oh, come to think of it, I haven’t asked your name yet. What’s your name?”
In the original novel, Leticia tied him tightly, and with her nails painted red, she raised the boy’s chin and asked.
[Now, tell me. What’s your name?]
The circumstances were different, but it was almost the same question. Jeanne who was leading him to his room stopped walking.
The boy froze like a salt statue. He remained silent for a moment, filled with numerous emotions, and barely came up with an answer.
“I… don’t have a name….”
In the original novel, Siegheart acted rudely towards Leticia, spatting out bloody saliva.
[The name you want me to tell you… does not exist… !]
The results were disastrous.
She said she wouldn’t forgive him until he told his name while subjecting him to great torture. Of course, Siegheart never told his name to Leticia until the very end.
It wasn’t long before he spoke his name for the first time in front of the heroine Amelita, who saved him.
[My name is Siegheart. You can just call me Zeke for now.]
(T/N: Let’s just say it was Siegheart’s nickname. The first part of his name ‘Sieg’ but it was 지크 in the raw, so it would be weird to call him ‘Sieg’, right? You agree with me, right? Hehe)
My question was similar but different from the original.
His answer was also very similar to the original.
However, the atmosphere in which the answer was given was different.
He didn’t even look at me with contempt and hate, nor he was spitting at me and shouting that I was evil.
On the contrary, after a little hesitation, he finally came up with a negative answer.
After all, seeing something change with my actions put his mind at ease.
I hope that with every action he takes, his efforts will save his life.
A smile crept upon his face.
Again, embarrassment appeared on Siegheart’s face.
I don’t know why I react so sensitively to his reactions and tone. He must’ve felt a little better, and somehow my playfulness soared.
“You must have a name for me to call me. Or do you want me to give you a name instead?”
Siegheart’s face reddened again when I winked at him.
“You… don’t need to bother.”
I pretended to be in trouble for a while, then hesitated as I pointed my index finger at him and shouted, “Zeke! I’ll call you Zeke!’
Siegheart’s face stiffened at these words.
The air in the room became cold.
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