The Lady’s Feelings
We headed toward Lady Alyssa’s private room to confirm the truth.
Her room was located some distance away from the ballroom, and in front of it, a crowd of servants had gathered, seemingly speaking to her through the door.
“Don’t tell me… she really just didn’t leave her room?”
“Lord Donold is probably thinking of calling things off for today and resuming once she’s been persuaded… but from the look of things, that might be difficult.”
“……”
Elina and I stood still, unsure of what to do, when Lord Doyle quietly approached the room.
We couldn’t just let him go alone, so we followed behind.
Eventually, one of the butlers noticed Doyle approaching.
“Wh-What brings you here, sir?”
“I’d like to speak with her.”
“E-Even if you say that…”
The elderly butler’s expression clearly said, “If she won’t even listen to us, her longtime servants, what can some boy she’s never met possibly accomplish?”
Honestly, I shared the same thought.
We’re talking about the daughter of a duke here.
And this would be their first meeting.
There’s a good chance she wouldn’t even agree to see him, let alone listen.
Yet, for some reason, Lord Doyle’s expression remained calm.
Elina and I instinctively exchanged glances at his composure.
“L-Lord Doyle… do you have some kind of plan?”
“I don’t have a plan.—But I think Lady Alyssa might be willing to hear me out.”
“Wh-Why do you think that?”
In response to Elina’s question, Lord Doyle answered with a smile.
“It’s just a hunch, but… I think Lady Alyssa and I may have met before.”
““What!?””
That was news to us.
No, more than that, what caught my attention was the way he said “may have met.”
If you’re going to meet a duke’s daughter, it should be on a proper occasion.
And the Tryon family governs one of the most remote frontier territories, far from the royal capital.
Doyle himself had told us this was the first time they’d ever been invited to such a grand event like a ball.
So then… for him to suggest they might have met before… how could that be possible?
“Would it be alright if I spoke to her?”
“P-Please, go ahead.”
The old butler and the other servants all stepped back to clear a path to the room.
Doyle walked forward, taking a deep breath once he reached the door, and then called out.
“Lady Alyssa… I am Doyle Tryon, head of House Tryon.”
He began with a formal self-introduction.
Of course, we didn’t expect any response—until…
“Tryon…?”
Everyone—Elina, myself, and the servants—gasped in shock.
Could it be… they really had met before?
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