Je ne veux pas être aimé - Chapitre 176

Chapitre 176: An Old Memory

Rihannan sighed relievingly, thinking of the people she brought to her side and winning the masses goodwill. She’d participate in politics actively this time and if all goes well, the people will realize that she was no doll but a queen with position, a figure sitting on the throne of power and influence.

As she prepared setting up suggestions to propose the gambling forgiveness law, she used the remaining time left knitting the shawl she planned to give the Queen Mother.

She thought it’d take a few months to complete her work, but because she had more time herself to concentrate on the work, the shawl was completed in less than a month.

Souriant, Rihannan placed the shawl inside a neatly prepared box before sending it to the Queen Mother.

Peu de temps après, Rihannan received a letter of reply back from her. The feel and texture of the letter were of high quality, a testament the Queen Mother received the shawl and replied back in genuine gratitude.

A strange feeling washed over her for a moment. It was always the Queen Mother showering her with gifts and kindness, making Rihannan think that she not do anything that would anger her.

Mais maintenant, the tables have flipped.

Finding the change quite strange, she folded the letter and stared at the remaining threads left. Making a vague estimate with what she had left, she guessed that she could make another piece for an adult male.

Mme. Cessley did say men liked receiving presents from their beloved in secret.

When she lived in Chrichton, she’d always knit clothes to her uncle and Dimitri. They’d beam brightly, enjoying her gifts and proceeding to proudly wear it around in public.

The memory brought a smile to her face.

'Oui, I have enough left, so I’ll just make one. It’d be a waste not to use it, and I’ll just give it to him in passing.”

Coming to a conclusion, Rihannan suddenly remembered a memory she had long forgotten.

She once told Mrs. Cessley she never gave a present to Igor, but now that she remembered, there was that one time…

It was the time when her mother was alive—one of her happiest memories.

She remembered giving Igor a wooden boat that Dimitri made as a sign of thanks for the golden feather he gave her.

She held onto that golden feather until her death in the past life, mais dans cette vie, she threw the golden feather into the sea without an ounce of regret. Ce, trop, was a sign of determination to live her life to the fullest.

Rihannan wondered if Igor kept the wooden boat, the object which held no value, tout ce temps.

As the threads messily tangled in her fingers like her current chaotic thoughts, Rihannan noticed that she made a single stitch with the needles. Her hands fumbled and moved quickly as stitches after stitches formed from the needles.

***

"Ma reine, have you already finished eating?"

Tandis que Mme. Cessley had a meal together with Rihannan, she donned a slightly surprised countenance.

Ces jours-ci, Rihannan ate much more than usual and Mrs. Cessley quickly picked up at the new changes.

If a dish with coriander leaf as the main ingredient was served to Rihannan, she quickly finished the meal and plate clean.

The change was massive and Mrs. Cessley wondered if she was forcing herself to eat.

"Tu as raison. It does seem like I’m eating much these days. Perhaps I’m unconsciously putting on some weight for the coming winter.”

At her slightly embarrassing joke, Mme. Cessley laughed.

"Oui, you do need to put on some weight, Ma reine. Eat as much as you want. Should I inform the chef to prepare more of the same dish?"

Rihannan shook her head. "Non. I’ll be having tea not long after. I think this much food is enough for now.”

"Je comprend. Toujours, I’m glad you’re eating well, Ma reine. I was worried you were losing weight due to the many worries in your mind," Mme. Cessley said