It had not even been half a month since she left the Taren estate and entered the imperial palace.
Her mother had been overjoyed that her daughter’s name had finally been recorded in the imperial genealogy, but Talia hated this unfamiliar place with all her heart.
And as Senevier’s attention became entirely consumed with renovating the palace, Talia’s anxiety only grew worse.
Unlike the stories her mother had told her, the imperial palace was cold and terrifying.
Sharp gazes followed her everywhere she went, and even the attendants serving her were far colder than the servants of House Taren.
She felt like a child who had lost the place she belonged.
So whenever the opportunity arose, she secretly slipped out of her room and wandered around the detached palace grounds.
She especially spent a great deal of time near the rear gardens.
Because Senevier had ordered every flower and tree associated with the former empress uprooted, claiming she would erase all traces of Bernadette, the gardens had been utterly devastated.
Near the entrances to the main palace and detached palace, rose bushes and brilliantly colored shrubs had gradually begun filling the empty spaces.
But in the unfinished back gardens, disorderly piles of dirt still covered the grounds.
As a result, nobody ever went there.
Whenever she grew tired of the whispering and hostile stares of others, Talia would spend hours blankly lingering in some ruined corner of the abandoned garden.
That day as well, she had escaped to the rear courtyard behind the detached palace to avoid the bothersome nurse and the maid who claimed she was fixing her hair while brutally scraping her scalp with a sharp comb.
Because rain had started pouring down since noon, not a single worker remained in the gardens.
Talia crouched alone in one corner of the empty grounds, staring absentmindedly at the falling rain.
How long had she been sitting there?
At some point, she heard the faint sound of whistling from somewhere nearby.
After glancing around in confusion for a moment, Talia found herself moving through the steadily falling rain as though drawn by something.
Toward the outer edge of the castle.
Where a massive ancient tree had stood only that morning, there was now nothing but a deep hollow pit.
Talia approached the towering mound of dirt beside it and peered downward.
A tiny bird was floundering helplessly in the mud, letting out pitiful cries.
‘Did it fall from the tree?’
It looked as though it could die at any moment.
Heavy raindrops mercilessly battered its soaked brown body, while blackish-red mud like sticky tar swallowed its frail legs and pathetic little wings.
At some point, the bird’s desperate cries weakened into faint trembling sounds.
Still kneeling there and silently watching the scene, Talia unconsciously stepped into the pit.
It was a foolish thing to do.
Even though she moved carefully, the ground — soaked through with rainwater and transformed into a swamp — instantly swallowed her shoes whole.
She twisted her body, trying to pull her feet free.
Then she lost her balance and slipped directly into the mud.
Falling face-first into the filthy puddle, Talia felt muddy water seep between her lips and violently shook her head in irritation.
The green dress her nurse had newly made for her was ruined, and mud clung to her neatly braided hair.
A wave of anger surged upward.
As she pushed herself back up, she muttered a curse beneath her breath.
Why should I care about some stupid bird? I went and did something idiotic for no reason...
Grumbling to herself, she turned to climb back out of the pit.
Then she heard the weak cry again.
It was so faint she might not have noticed it without listening carefully, but to Talia it sounded like screaming.
In the end, she took several more steps across the black puddle.
There, submerged beneath the muddy water, she saw a miserable brown wing and a ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ tiny limp head.
‘...Did it already die?’
When she carefully lifted the tiny bird into her hands, she felt the faint pulse of its soaked little body.
It was still alive.
Cupping the lukewarm creature carefully in both hands, she blew warm breath over it.
The limp bird weakly opened its tiny brown beak and pitifully fluttered its thin wings.
It was desperately trying to survive.
Watching it made something inside her chest tighten painfully.
Talia did not know what that feeling was.