PrixyGold_03

WARNING: (This novel is slow burn, and may be frustrating for some readers.)




Marianne Walcott is betrayed by her elder sister, and the young Duke she loves.

 After the duke has taken advantage of her, he promised to marry her. But to cover his misdeeds and wrongdoings, he plotted against her with her sister, Beatrice whom he is in love with. They made Marianne a betrayer of the viscount family, as her family is killed, and she is beheaded in front of many people ordered by The crown prince of the Austria.

She wakes up to 6 years back, when she is still 14 and has not revealed to people that she is a girl. 

She is so useless like ever trash of the viscount. Even her lovely father is disappointed in her. 

Useless? 

Idiot?

Trash?

Because of love, she let everyone knows that she is a girl, betraying her father. But she is going to show them this time how capable she is.

Although she has a very bad reputation in London, but there is a way for changes right?

 She's going to be the most excellent bachelor in the whole England.

But something is quite not right, why is the cautioned and upright crown prince of Austria always following her around?
"His highness, don't tell me you are a gay."

"Nonsense! Why would I be a gay, when you are a girl?"

She is really done for this time.


⚠️ THIS NOVEL IS A DELIBERATELY DRAWN OUT, WITH A LOT OF FOCUS ON CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND RELATIONSHIP BUILDING. ⚠️

The Redemption Of The Forgotten Heiress

The ladies from different family gathers in the embroidery room, excitement and anticipation dancing in the air. The last class is upon them, and each student feels a sense of pride and accomplishment for all they learns within two days.

The windows of the room are tall and majestic, filling the room with light. Delicate tapestries adorns the walls, a testament to the skills they develops. The air is thick with creativity and inspiration as the ladies takes their seats, waiting for their teacher to begin the final lesson.

"Who do you think is going to become the best of the teacher?" A lady asks the other which smiles with smugs.

"Who can it be if not for lady Wellington. She has always been winning this every year." The other lady says.

They have to stop their gossips when their teacher enters the room and begins to distribute the materials for the day's project.

"It's so nice seeing you again. You ladies are going to create an intricate floral design, a fitting symbol of your journey to this point." The woman says and continue explaining the techniques and patterns, and the ladies eagerly began to work.

The silence in the room is punctuated by the soft sound of needles and thread, a soothing rhythm of creation. As the class progresses, few of the ladies chats and laughs, sharing stories of their progress and celebrating each other's triumphs.

"Lady Wellington, I trust you to win." A lady says and she blushes and waves them off.

"How can I win? You really flatter me too much. You all are always diligent and I'm even jealous of you." She says and everyone there or bear them laughs..

"Who notices that the Viscount son is the most useless boy in the world. I pity who is going to marry him." A lady says and she nods her head.

"I'm even shocked myself. If he is the only man in the world, I'll rather remain single." Another lady says.

"Is he that bad?" Lady Westminster says and they all nods their head.

Beatrice, hearing them talking trash about her brother, only smiles at what is going on. She is definitely gonna make them hate him and he will never see helper.

"But tonight party will be fun. I hears the crown prince is coming." A lady says.

"Yes. Even heard that crown prince of Austria is in our country and will likely cine to the party. I hope he likes any of us."

The time flies by, and before long, the final stitches are made.

As the class comes to an end, the teacher gathers the ladies around to admire their work. Each design is unique and beautiful, a testament to the creativity and skill of the students. The teacher smiles with pride as she congratulates each student on their progress.

"The winner is thereby , Beatrice." She zahd and she shouts happily. The other ladies shoots her a dirty smile as she screams and they wonders if she is never taught what manner and etiquette is.

When lady Wellington hears that, she is so angry and cannot even hide it. Beatrice samees it and smirks.

The ladies thanks the teacher for her guidance and inspiration, and promises to continue practicing and perfecting their craft. As they gathers their belongings and make their way out of the room, the students feel a sense of accomplishment and wonder at what the future holds.

They all walks toward their carriage. As Beatrice is about to enter a carriage, her name is called.

Official embroidery class comes to an end.