Predatory Marriage (Web Novel)

Chapter 193 – Peach Tree

Translator: Atlas / Editor: Regan

In one of Blains earliest childhood memories, he remembered something his mother had told him, when he still had blond hair.

—From this day forward, you will be Estian royalty.

Even when he was a child, Blain knew that the royals of Estia were born with silver hair. But after Cerdina made him drink a strange liquid, he had begun to have silver hair. Suddenly, he entered the palace, and everyone called him Prince.

That place was filled with people who envied his sudden change in status and despised him because he was the product of an extramarital affair. It was hard for a little boy to cope with that treatment. Blain hated the palace. He asked Cerdina to go home, but she refused. She said she would do anything else he asked, but not this.

The days were horrible. One day, he was summoned to have a meal with his father, the King. Blain walked to the main palace, his face expressionless. He disliked having to call an old man his father, especially when they didnt share a drop of blood. He didnt understand how his mother had managed to enter the palace with such an obvious lie.

As he walked, the attendants behind him suddenly all looked in the same direction and began murmuring. Blain followed their eyes and spotted a peach tree in the distance, on the side of the palace, out of the way. Among the blooming pink flowers, there was a small white hand.

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The hand was trying to reach for a flower at the edge of the branch, and finally plucked it away just as the branch broke. All the attendants gasped and shouted at once.

—Princess!

They thought she would fall, but the princess suddenly reappeared among the flowers and leaves, holding the flower. Her silver hair shone like a waterfall in the spring sunshine. Smiling, the purple-haired girl greeted Blain.

—Hello…! She said kindly. You must be Blain.

The branches of the tree swayed, sending down a shower of petals. Blain gaped at the girl without brushing away the petals that had fallen on his face. He couldnt look away from the girls pink cheeks, soft as a peach.

To Blain, she looked like fresh fruit. As the girl climbed down the tree with her small hands and dropped to the ground, one of the attendants gently scolded her.

—Why did you come to this place alone? Something might happen to you doing that…

The scolding was filled with affection, and very different from how they spoke to Blain. The girl frowned, her lips pouting.