I've Been Exiled, But I'm Alive and Well
CH 3
Regret (Cyril’s point of view)
Is there anyone who could grant me this wish?
My name is Cyril de Gautier.
I am the first prince of the historical Ansanse Kingdom.
As the Crown Prince, I had a fiancée whom I cherished.
Yes, that’s right, “had”.
Only a few days ago, it was me and my father, His Majesty the King, who drove my fiancée out of the country.
My fiancée’s name was Gabrielle de Olivier.
The words I threw at my beloved Elle when I condemned her were unforgivable.
You are the worst kind of evil woman.
I wish you had never been born.
The period of time you have been my fiancée is a stain on my life.
Many other abusive words were hurled at her, too.
I wonder what Elle’s face looked like as she listened to my words without saying a word.
Did she look like she was about to cry?
Three days after I received the report that she had left the Ansanse Kingdom, something strange happened to my body.
It was as if I had been released from a nightmare and my thoughts became clearer.
“What have I done…”
Remembering what I had done, I struggled to hold back nausea that was rising in my stomach by covering my mouth tightly.
I’ve been told that a certain Viscount’s daughter had cast a spell called charm, which is forbidden as it’s used to manipulate people’s minds, upon me.
I don’t know how long I’ve been under this spell, but I thought the lady was the love of my life and treated my fiancée, Elle, horribly.
I wasn’t the only one who was under the spell.
My entourage, the King and the Queen, Elle’s family, and friends were all under the spell.
They all treated Elle like a hindrance, hurled horrible words at her, and contributed to her condemnation.
Their faces paled as they got released from the spell at the same time as me, and they immediately ordered a search for Elle.
Of course they did. There is no record of her having done anything to the Viscount’s daughter, so she was sentenced to an exile for a crime she did not commit.
I know it’s too late to regret this now.
“Elle, please forgive this foolish me.”
While the prince was suffering from regret, what was Elle doing?
“Hey. Can you give me a little discount on this?”
She was negotiating for a discount on a loaf of bread.
Is there anyone who could grant me this wish?
My name is Cyril de Gautier.
I am the first prince of the historical Ansanse Kingdom.
As the Crown Prince, I had a fiancée whom I cherished.
Yes, that’s right, “had”.
Only a few days ago, it was me and my father, His Majesty the King, who drove my fiancée out of the country.
My fiancée’s name was Gabrielle de Olivier.
The words I threw at my beloved Elle when I condemned her were unforgivable.
You are the worst kind of evil woman.
I wish you had never been born.
The period of time you have been my fiancée is a stain on my life.
Many other abusive words were hurled at her, too.
I wonder what Elle’s face looked like as she listened to my words without saying a word.
Did she look like she was about to cry?
Three days after I received the report that she had left the Ansanse Kingdom, something strange happened to my body.
It was as if I had been released from a nightmare and my thoughts became clearer.
“What have I done…”
Remembering what I had done, I struggled to hold back nausea that was rising in my stomach by covering my mouth tightly.
I’ve been told that a certain Viscount’s daughter had cast a spell called charm, which is forbidden as it’s used to manipulate people’s minds, upon me.
I don’t know how long I’ve been under this spell, but I thought the lady was the love of my life and treated my fiancée, Elle, horribly.
I wasn’t the only one who was under the spell.
My entourage, the King and the Queen, Elle’s family, and friends were all under the spell.
They all treated Elle like a hindrance, hurled horrible words at her, and contributed to her condemnation.
Their faces paled as they got released from the spell at the same time as me, and they immediately ordered a search for Elle.
Of course they did. There is no record of her having done anything to the Viscount’s daughter, so she was sentenced to an exile for a crime she did not commit.
I know it’s too late to regret this now.
“Elle, please forgive this foolish me.”
While the prince was suffering from regret, what was Elle doing?
“Hey. Can you give me a little discount on this?”
She was negotiating for a discount on a loaf of bread.