Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 32: Chapter 31: Maribelle MacBain / Afternoon Tea

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Chapter 31: Maribelle MacBain / Afternoon Tea The carriage door swings open and I get out first, taking Sir Ashley’s offered hand to help me safely to the ground. As soon as my feet touch the ground, I hear a loud cry, as if a beast in the jungle is announcing its presence. “BERI!!!” I quickly turn just in time to see Angus grab Izzy by the collar and bring her to a halt as she had already started her charge toward me. “Izzy, we just had this conversation. We are in view of the public and you are almost fifteen. You need to start acting like a proper princess otherwise there will be rumors, well, worse rumors than there already are, at any rate. Calm down and let Beira approach us instead of charging her like a maniac.” Angus scolds her while holding her in place. “People are going to think that you are attacking my fiancé in your exuberant display of affection. You can’t just glomp people in public.” “Well, Beri always appreciates my glomping her because we are the best of friends, right, Beri?” she asks me. “Eh,” I scratch my head trying to figure out how to give an honest reply without hurting Izzy’s feelings. “See? She agrees with me,” Izzy states, proudly putting her hands on her hips. “The last time you tried to do that Beira was blind and you could have seriously hurt her, Isabella,” he reminds her. Izzy’s attention turns back to Angus for the moment; I turn the girl with the long black hair that is standing next to Izzy. She looks at the exchange between siblings with an expressionless gaze before flicking her eyes back towards me. “Cousin Beira,” she states plainly, no emotion in her voice. She pushes the book she is holding to her left side as if filing it away on an invisible bookshelf and it vanishes as if it were never there. “It is good to see you well.” She offers me a slight curtsey, her expression never changing as Angus and Izzy continue bickering which brings a smile to my face. Those two never really change, at least according to my limited memories involving Izzy, and I love them for it. I return her curtsey and move out of the way as my mother descends from the carriage behind me. “Aunt Ilsa,” the black-haired girl states in her deadpan voice while curtseying again, this time a bit deeper. “Ah, little Maribelle,” my mother says, offering a nod of acknowledgement. “It has been ages since I last saw you. How is my brother these days? He rarely responds to my correspondence these days.” “You just saw me at Cousin Beira’s ball," she states simply before adding, "Father is well, but he is still mourning even after six years.” Maribelle says, her face never changing and her tone never wavering, almost as if someone has cut all her emotion off at the source. “I have tried to encourage him to find someone, let him know that I would be fine with it since I want him to be happy, but he still grieves Mother’s death as if it happened yesterday.” My mother nods, her face saddening. Behind her, my father is finally climbing out of the carriage now that my mother has moved out of the way. As soon as the carriage door shuts behind him, all of the guards snap to attention and salute him before turning toward the manor and kneeling in the presence of the two bickering royals. “Prince Angus, Princess Isabella,” the Duke bows deeply, “It is good to see Your Royal Highnesses are doing well and are in such high spirits. Beira has been looking forward to seeing you both again.” My father’s words stop the two siblings from continuing to drive barbs at each other. My mother and I both curtsey deeply with our heads bowed. “You may rise,” I hear Angus say. “Duke Braemar, you and your family know there is no need for such formalities with us.” I look up and see Angus striding towards my father, his hand extended. The two clasp hands and smile. “It is good to see you again, Alastair.” The guards and servants with us all rise after the friendly exchange and proceed to start unpacking the carriages. Several servants come out from withi