"What do you mean you know where he is?"
Lydia made a decision to leave just a couple of hours before she actually pulled it off. She was not really an impulsive person, but at the time, being in the palace was suffocating.
Every corner of that place reminded her of what those men said. Ever step reminded her of how unwanted and inadequate she was in their eyes. She couldn't take it anymore. She needed a change of atmosphere. So she wrote a letter to her mom, grabbed her maid and only friend, Elara, and then left the Montaire Palace.
And now, she was having breakfast at Elara's.
"Does the food suit your taste, My Lady?" asked Elara, standing beside the princess, still in her maid uniform.
"It's great. You said your mother made this? This is the best porridge I've had in a while." Lydia smiled. She paused for a second and said, "Elara, please don't call me 'My Lady,' we are not in the palace anymore. Just call me Lydia."
"...I understand, Lydia." Elara smiled.
