I Didn't Even Want To Live, But God Forced Me To Reincarnate! Chapter 39: Reinst's Coming-Of-Age Ceremony (3)

Prince t.i.tus is coming right this way!!!

Though that's a given, since I am this party's star, after all...

Obviously, I have met the crown prince before, but not that often. So, every chance to engage in a talk with him is equal to the chance of me scoring some points with him.

I must admit I am not that interested in doing that—but that's what my family would want.

The way he walks and moves is really elegant. He has the charisma of a king, for sure.

He is 17 years old right now, but there is no announcement yet regarding his betrothal. As a result, the compet.i.tion between the n.o.ble women is still as fierce as the compet.i.tion between housewives during a sale.

…Sorry, Prince t.i.tus, for comparing you to an item on sale…

When he is right in front of me, the noise that the others made… disappeared in an instant. It's as if everyone is caught in their breathe—waiting for what will happen.

Yes, this is the long-awaited meeting between the crown prince and the strongest queen candidate.

And the queen candidate, namely me, has just had her coming-of-age ceremony. It is a good timing to talk about betrothal or proposal.

Naturally, I stood up and deeply bowed to him.

"Your Highness, Prince t.i.tus. I am deeply moved by your thoughtful gesture of attending my coming-of-age ceremony," I speak as I straightened my posture and look into his green eyes.

"No, the pleasure is all mine. Congratulations on your coming of age, Lady Reinst. The rumors about your beauty and elegance are true," He smiled.

I can hear everyone's inner gasp. He is indeed the real depiction of the prince charming from the stories.

And a smooth talker.

I am not sure he means every word of flattery he's uttered.

As we talk to each other, I noticed one thing.

Surely, all eyes are on us at this moment.

They are either the eyes of expectation—or the eyes that desperately wish that the prince won't fall for me.

I believe if my parents are aware of the situation right now, they must be watching intensely at me, in this very moment, though I can't see them.

Unfortunately for all of you who have expected things!!!

And fortunately—no, unfortunately…? (WHICH ONE IS IT?!! MAKE UP YOUR MIND, DEAR ME!!!)

For me, nothing happened besides our small talk full of superficial compliments…?

The prince doesn't seem to have any special interest to me.

Well, it must be hard to grasp the attention of someone as dreamy as he is.

And by dreamy, I mean… not to me, but to others!!

Maybe I am turned off by people's expectation of me marrying him, or what… but I don't think I have special feeling towards him.

Like… I don't really care about him.

But hey, I really DID get the honor of the first dance with him. Not to mention that he's the one to invite me first.

And our dance managed to mesmerize the others!!

Afterwards, I also danced with the other n.o.bles.

And nope, nah, nda. I don't feel really tired, maybe it's the result of my long and hard training.

After I danced with some n.o.ble that I barely know, Nicole who just finished dancing with Clyde suddenly approached me and proposed we'd switch partners for the next dancing round.

Enthusiastically.

Perhaps she is interested in the n.o.ble man I danced with, just now…?

Clyde didn't seem to object, and waited for my response.

I tensed up at that suggestion and slightly glanced towards Mother.

Nothing good ever comes from my interaction with Clyde.

I observed Mother's expression. She noticed my gaze and responded by smiling proudly at me—with a hint of disappointment that I wasn't being courted by the prince today.

Her gaze quickly became unfocused to me and turned somewhere else I can't figure where, but her expression turned cold for a moment.

It seems she was looking at something or someone near me, but before I can a.n.a.lyze where, she s.h.i.+fted her attention to Domi.

Maybe, I was imagining things...?

Ah, anyway, from the look of it, Mother doesn't seem to mind it if I were to dance with Clyde.

If she is against it, she would usually approach me or give me the sharp look, and she did neither of them just now.

I quickly turned my face back to Clyde—hmm, somehow, it feels as if Clyde barely turned his face to look at me, too.

What was he looking at until just now, I wonder?

The corner of his mouth slightly formed a smile.

"…Shall we, Reinst?" He offered his hand to me.

I nod.

We quickly dance to follow the music's rhythm.

Clyde's dancing skill is not that bad. He is able to gently lead me with ease.

This situation would be impossible if we were still engaged in our heir compet.i.tion.

Mother's becoming less strict to me as Domi grows up.

On this birthday, for the first time, I danced with Clyde.

This doesn't feel so bad.

After the dance, I tried to speak to Prince t.i.tus, together with the crowd of n.o.bles.

But until the end of the party, nothing happened.

It's quite late at night, so I don't think it's wise for me to play with my Provice.

I decided to toss myself to the fluffy bed when I feel all the fatigue.

Today was tiring.

Today, I finally turn thirteen.

I can register myself as a cell donor, and make sure that my life has a meaning. Not that I'm hoping for something (death) to occur, but I wouldn't reject that offer, as well.

But please wait for until I have finished registering myself as a donor!

I don't want this tiresome life I had to be totally wasted in vain.

Oh well, not that it would happen.

I'm used to not getting the things I'm wis.h.i.+ng for.

From now on, I wonder what should I do…?

If only life was as simple as a game, where I can see the objective and the on-going missions.

Perhaps my life won't be as boring if I have something like that.

My current objective remains the same from the day I was born, though, to marry into the royal family, to be the future queen. It was an objective decided by my family.

If only I could change everything in my life, I wonder what kind of person will I be…?

Alright, enough imagining the scenarios that won't happen.

I think it's about time to start seeing all the gifts I've got, but my eyelids are so heavy...

Mmmhmm, yeah... It's my cue to sleep. I bet this will be another deep sleep for me.

Tomorrow, I need to open and sort out the gifts, ask for a permission to go out alone (so I can register as a donor without bothering to answer a long list of questions from anyone), and... ask the maids what my routine will be.

In the end, I fell asleep while thinking about what little thing I want to do in my life from now on.

--And little did Reinst know that her wish was about to be granted.

And that her life will be turned around. Forever.