<h4>Chapter 80 I Remember You</h4>


    Chapter 80: I Remember You


    There, written in the letter, was a simpleton message weing Rihannan back home to Arundell and that she hoped to see her as soon as possible. At the very end was her unique signature:


    From Mother Hertia Cesca


    .


    Rihannan fell into a new set of deep agony. Igor said she need not care for her, but all things considered, their past connection was not a thing she could ignore.


    For the time being, the promised dinner was near. A maid sent by His Majesty informed her of their appointment and came to pick her up. Rihannan nodded, putting away the letter.


    “Are we going to his office?”


    “No, Your Majesty. Somewhere else.”


    “…Oh?”


    Taken aback, she raised her brows. She had no great anticipation, mainly a simple dinner at his office or the main pce. But she seemed to have guessed wrong.


    ‘Well, that’s fine also.’


    She breathed a shallow sigh, a little too far away from the maid’s hearing field. The office was thest ce she wanted to be in… the ce she saw Igor and Leticia tangled in carnal pleasure. The event urred long ago, she was aware of this, but she was not particrly gay to the thoughts of dining in the office.


    A thought came to mind.


    Should she indulge in pleasant conversations with Igor? What of the Queen’s letter she received? Was it something she needs to speak of? She was torn and she had not a clue what she should


    do.


    She realized btedly that she was heading in apletely different direction when she raised her head.


    “I don’t think this is the way to the main pce,” Rihannan said with a raised brow.


    “Yes, Your Majesty. We’ll not be heading to the pce,” the maid replied, her smile polite.


    “Then…”


    Astonished wonders circled around her as she caught on. She closed her mouth and recalled that this was the


    true


    Queen’s Pce, not the mini-pce she slept inst night.


    “We’re here, Your Majesty.”


    Rihannan looked at the building standing grandly before her. The exterior had beenpletely transformed. The garden, which was once full of shallow grasses and uneven trees, was smooth and filled with myriads of newly nted trees and flowers.


    Walking inside, she noticed the interior was… smashing. The stone-cold marble floor, decorum, soft carpets and furniture resting against the wall was homely. It was different, different from the memories she was ustomed to.


    She knew the


    true


    Queen’s Pce was under construction for minor repairs. But this… this was beyond her wild imagination. She guessed she now knows why the Duchess was gleefully excited earlier.


    “Wee, Queen.” This time, Basil weed her. “How are you, My Queen? Do you find the pce fitting for your stay?”


    Rihannan nodded. “Yes. I like it very much.”


    Those were not empty words. The Queen’s Pce was warmer. Cozy, too.


    “You must’ve gone through many troubles,” she said.


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    “Nonsense,” Basilughed at herment, “I was not alone in this endeavor. The interior design, My Queen, had beenpletely thrown out and re-designed.”


    And then he turned his head to the side and softly puffed and huffed,


    ‘Because of that damn ck-haired-beast, I had to run around crazily…!’


    Rihannan stared nkly, wondering what Basil was up to.


    But her thoughts did notst long.


    Basil faced her again and beamed a wide smile. “But, if you do enjoy this pce, please be sure to speak highly of me in front of His Majesty, My Queen.”


    A light bulb popped in his mind and his mouth widened to an ‘o shape.


    “Oh! My Queen, you probably do not know, but some nobles asked me in disdain why I was doing this. Pfft! Don’t they know? That the Queen rests in afortable ce takes high priority! Though I do apologize it is not as luxurious… you know, resources and all,” he rubbed his head and continued, “I did take priority in making sure that thefort level is of utmost quality.”


    Rihannan chuckled lightly and walked alongside him. She listened to his erratically amusing storytelling on the way to.


    They soon arrived in the drawing-room. Everything was perfectly prepared. She knew the pce was under construction and was told that it would take a while, but looking at the garden and interior, it seems that all the refurbishment had already beenpleted.


    Basil read her confused expression and said, “My Queen, the roof is still under construction and will be finished before the wedding. His Majesty expected that all would be finished before our return back to the royal pce. He had his chest puffed out and all awaiting to proudly show you the new Queen’s Pce, but things went against his bitter expectation. He’s a bit upset, probably sulking in the corner. Pleasefort him.”


    Rihannan burst out intoughter.


    Basil wore a smug look, pleased that he was able to make herugh.


    “It’s like I’m seeing your younger self, My Queen. Youughed a lot when you were but a child. Of course, you were too young to remember me.”


    “I remember. You gave me candy.”


    Basil’s mouth fell to the floor, eyes flooded with shock. “My Lord! My God, you remember all that?!”