Momo The Blue Sea of Marielle Clarac

1. Auflage 2026
ISBN: 978-1-7183-2250-9
Verlag: J-Novel Heart
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 250 Seiten

Reihe: The Tales of Marielle Clarac

Princess Mira of Vissel has come on a diplomatic visit to Lagrange, but as soon as she arrives, she wastes no time causing trouble-to everyone's surprise, she starts pulling Simeon with her everywhere she goes! Prince Severin and Julianne hurriedly summon Marielle to the palace to try and diffuse the situation, and when Marielle reluctantly investigates, she sees a shocking sight: Princess Mira is trying to seduce her husband! After that, strange things start happening around Marielle, including items falling on her in shops and even getting kidnapped! Could someone be trying to get rid of her? Tensions between the surrounding kingdoms worsen, stirring anxiety among the Lagrangians and casting a shadow over the future. But how is Marielle supposed to remain diplomatic when her marriage is in jeopardy?! This is the thirteenth volume in the adventures of the now-happily-married fangirl!

Autoren/Hrsg.

Momo, Haruka

Weitere Mitwirkende

Maro

Thairintr, Jasmin

Leseproben

Chapter Two

The plain white stationery, lacking even a pattern or engraving, was a sign that the letter had been sent from my husband at work. He’d used supplies from the office of the Royal Order of Knights in the palace to write to me.

he wrote.

Even the very start of his letter was nagging. It was as if he’d already decided that I was going to run into trouble.

His letter continued.

Lately, things had felt like back when we’d been engaged. Lord Simeon and I had exchanged letters just like this, and even now, my husband’s unchanging thoughtfulness brought me happiness.

However, the letter grew strange from there.

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Why had he written something so ominous? Had he done something to cause rumors to spread? I hadn’t heard anything yet, but...did he mean to say that the visitor who’d arrived yesterday had something to do with it?

Princess Mira, the Crown Princess of the neighboring Kingdom of Vissel, was currently on an official visit to Lagrange. She was staying in the royal palace as a state guest.

The princess, the eldest daughter of the Vissel royal family, was next in line for the throne. Their government operated differently from Lagrange’s, as it was entirely composed of a parliament. The royal family served an assisting role, giving advice and sometimes proposing plans, but they weren’t directly involved in political affairs.

As the next queen, Princess Mira had been in attendance as Vissel’s representative at the wedding that had recently taken place in Lavia. She then went to Easdale and was now visiting Lagrange.

Since she was receiving state-guest treatment, there was a lot of preparation for Lagrange to do and a lot of things to be responsible for during her stay. The banquet on her first night had to have the greatest service, from the food served to the selection of participants. No doubt, important meetings had been held in the royal palace. It wasn’t hard to imagine that people from other departments were swamped with work too. The Royal Order of Knights in particular were in charge of security, so they were surely the most nervous.

Prince Gracius of the Republic of Orta was also temporarily residing in Ventvert Palace. He was the sole survivor of Orta’s royal family, the rest of whom had passed away during the recent revolution. Lagrange was housing him so that one day Orta’s royal system could be revived, though many against this notion were already aiming for his life. And now, with the Crown Princess of Vissel visiting as well, it was only natural for Lord Simeon and his subordinates to be glued to the palace.

On the off chance that anything happened there, war could break out. Lord Simeon often told me that just one incident could throw all of the surrounding kingdoms into a giant war. The Royal Order of Knights was putting all of its resources into guarding the palace so that nothing would go awry, even by accident.

The princess would be visiting for several days, so rather than having her reside in a separate annex, it was easier for her to stay in the royal palace. I was wholly supporting my husband during this time. I didn’t complain that he wasn’t home, and I made sure to send him not only clothes but meals as well, to let him know that I wanted him to do his best.

So why was he going out of his way to cryptically warn me about something? Now I was certain to worry.

I placed the letter back in the envelope.

Of course I trusted Lord Simeon. I might not have understood what was going on, but if he was telling me to believe in him and wait, then I would do just that.

Besides, I didn’t have time to think about any of that at the moment.

I was doing my best as a young wife in society while also completing my challenging work as an author. My pen name was Agnès Vivier, which was starting to become a bit of a household name. It was a secret that I was actually a noblewoman.

My publisher, Satie Publishing, was also jumping on—or rather, on—His Highness’s upcoming marriage. We had new volumes planned to the brim for September: magazines, individual releases for each author, and even a short story collection.

I had been requested to write for this collection as well. It was a special on princes, so I had to write a story about someone having a wonderful romance with a prince. I also had to work on my individual novel, so I was quite pressed for time. I’d gone to Lavia recently, and a lot had happened prior to that, so I hadn’t had much time to work. With a flame now directly under my bum, I was desperately writing away. Any free time I had was spent holed up in my study. So, I wasn’t all that lonely without Lord Simeon around—my head was mostly filled with my novel project. I’d be able to appreciate my husband upon his return, so for the time being, we both just had to carry on and do our best.

I put away Lord Simeon’s letter and picked up my pen. After mentally declaring that I was going to make more progress today, I began writing.

Just a little while later, my maid Joanna came in to deliver yet another letter to me.

When I asked who it was from, she responded, “It’s apparently an urgent announcement from His Highness the Crown Prince. The envoy is waiting downstairs. They said you must read it and answer posthaste.”

I immediately opened the announcement. It said that I must attend the ball that would be held that night at the royal palace.

I rolled my eyes. “In what world is this ? It’s sudden, that’s for sure!”

I’d been anxious that something had happened to Lord Simeon, but that tension evaporated, and I was now even more overcome with resentment.

“I’m busy, so tell them I refuse.” I threw the letter aside.

“But it’s an order from His Highness.” Joanna looked troubled at my prompt refusal.

“He’s probably just having a spat with Julianne and asking for help yet again. Unfortunately for him, I don’t have the time. He’ll just have to figure it out himself.”

“That might not be the case, though.”

“Then perhaps he’s getting revenge for not being able to eat my bread?”

“I don’t believe he’d do that.”

I shook my head and glanced back at my script. “My father- and mother-in-law will be attending Princess Mira’s welcoming party anyway. I’m in charge of taking care of the manor, so I do not wish to make time just to go. Tell the envoy I refuse.”

I said what I had to and returned to writing. Joanna gave up and exited the study.

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