In her nightgown, Francheska has been walking in circles inside the room for a while now.

"What should I do? Should I just go sneak into her room? Or... should I just wait for tomorrow?"

Stopping in her tracks, she glances at the door of her room.

She couldn't stop thinking about their conversation from a while back in the garden. Josephine mentioned being saved by a boy with dark purple hair, and purple eyes, there is no doubt about it. Francheska knew about that boy, that was Gerald Jon Asopher, the crown prince.

She walks back to her desk with the papers she has recently written.

Francheska remembered how her best friend told her how every potential male lead has a back story with the female lead that would strengthen their bond, and later help the plot in making the two leads closer.

Francheska smiled at the thought, it's something that would be easy, for this world has been built for both of them. It would be a piece of cake! Making a spark for both of them is already not hers to make. They will still be together in the end.

Wait... no... then me, I will still also die in the end! M- my head would be chopped off again... No, of course, I shouldn't think about the female lead or the crown prince. This is my third life, and the past lives that I have done were only following the words of the people who deceived me. It's time for me to be selfish and set myself free from this suffering. Tomorrow, I have to do something that would make Josephine hate me. It's better to cut my relations with the female lead before I get played straight to my death.

With her final thoughts, she burns the papers with the lamps' fire. Even tho no one would understand her writing and the language she used. She still can't be carefree, the adults will surely consider that they are just scribbles, and would later brush it off as a child's imagination. She still remembers her mentor's words like it was yesterday...

'You're not just a kid, but the person who will soon marry the crown prince.'

Her teacher is right. She's not just a 'kid', she was born to be the empress who would lead the empire for many generations. She shouldn't have weaknesses hold her down, and that is to get the female lead to naturally hate her.

Francheska blew the fire in the lamp off, as she headed to her bed for a good night's sleep.

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The day came, as Shelly opened the curtain to wake the child sleeping comfortably.

"My lady, it's morning. Please get up it's time to wash, and I'll ready the dresses you would want to wear."

Hearing the words from Shelly, Francheska obeyed her and got ready for the day.

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Walking down the hall in the early morning, she saw all the people busy cleaning. Making every corner nook and cranny shiny without any speck of dust. Even know how to handle fragile objects with ease, they must have served the Tolkien family for many years now.

They must pay them with enough salary, I guess... or it's the other way around.

The door on her left suddenly opened, which made the wondering lady's shoulder jump. Stopping in her tracks, she waited for whoever was gonna appear out of the door.

With the maids standing out to hold the door. The familiar shade of green hair she saw yesterday came into view, as well her sky-like eyes locked with hers.

"It's a lovely morning, isn't it my lady?" She gracefully greeted Francheska.

"Indeed, it is a lovely morning."

Francheska still couldn't understand the female lead.

Why did she make all the trouble to just befriend me? Is it because I'm from a well-known family? Or because the people who adopted her pushed her to have connections with me? Either way, I am going to draw the line between our roles. I can't get myself involved with the female lead. But how am I gonna break her heart? From yesterday's meeting, she was undoubtedly innocent... ack! I'm still a child, I can do this! I will show bratty behaviors!

The breakfast was okay, everything was prepared well. Francheska could tell how the people behind the kitchen were serious, and the Tolkien family reacted to the food, especially Rachel who wanted to inhale everything in one breath.

Truthfully, Francheska also wants to detangle her relationship with Rachel. It is not because of her name, or her friendship with the female lead. She doesn't want Rachel to be in a tight spot when she has to defend or choose one of them.

"My lady--"

"----" Francheska did not respond hearing Josephine.

"Ahh! I meant, Francheska. What do you want to do today?"

What I want to do.... then let's do some minor doings for now...

"Teach me how to do embroidery, So I can brag to them about it!"

"Then I'm happy for your passion, lady Francheska!"

"----"

"'Them'? you don't even have anyone to brag about..." Rachel blurted out of the blue.

"Rachel!"

"What!? Ow!! It's true tho!"

Rachel smoothed her side rib where she got hit by Francheska's elbow.

This brat! She's way too blunt for her age, I might lose to her at this point of being rude.

With the passion burning inside Josephine's heart, she agreed without any second thoughts of what Francheska said.

Inside the room of the Galkien house, beautiful silks and complete sewing supplies can be seen displayed on the desk.

Josephine encouraged Francheska to pick her silks and thread. Francheska could only think of wicked ways to discourage the female lead.

"AAAUUUGGGHHHH" Rachel grunted in boredom.

"----!"

The two girls flinched as they heard the loud grunt come out of Rachel.

"Too boring! I already know how to do this, I will go check the kitchen and find joy there."

Rachel put her things down on the table, standing off her seat as she walked her way to the door.

"Uumm-- Have f-fun!" Josephine meekly said.

"Tell them to bake more cookies," Francheska suggested.

'Thank you Rachel for leaving me alone with the female lead. I can now operate my plan without worrying about your straightforwardness.'

"Oh my, I forgot to tell you. You shouldn't make the thread longer it will be hard for you to move." Josephine's voice was full of worry.

"Is that so... I thought it would make things more easier..."

"It's fine my lady, it's my fault for not telling."

If Rachel was still here. She would probably tell me how stupid or how miraculous it is for me to act dumb... thank god for how the author made the female lead innocent.

Josephine tells her what she should do. Francheska acted like a rookie, as she forcefully failed to pierce through the fabric.

Pulling the thread until she can feel it lock, Fracheska leads the needle close to Josephine.

"ACK!!"

"----!!"

Francheska turned her direction to Josephine, who was covering her face with two hands. There was only one thing the culprit could think...

Did it pierce her... did it work...?