I Faked My Death—Now I Have to Tame the Crazy Men I Left Behind-Chapter 60 - 58: Dear Princess, Have a Good Dream

That was the first time Mia Grant saw Yates Donovan after transmigrating into the book.

That day, the Grant family was holding a grand banquet.

Early that morning in Jynsia, the first snow of the winter began to fall.

Despite the snow, the threshold of the Grant family home was nearly worn through by the endless stream of guests.

They had all heard the news and rushed over to congratulate the Grant family.

To congratulate them on finding their long-lost, true-born daughter.

On this joyous and harmonious day, she was locked in her room, forbidden from going downstairs to see the guests.

In fact, ever since Serena Grant had returned, Mia hadn’t left her room for a week—it was basically house arrest.

Of course, she didn’t want to go out anyway. She knew the entire household was busy preparing a banquet just for Serena Grant.

She didn’t want to cause any trouble. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

But today was different. It was snowing.

She desperately wanted to go outside, but the maids guarding her door refused.

"Miss, you’ll only cause a scene if you go down now."

"Everyone is here to see the eldest miss today. You should just stay in your room."

"I won’t go to the main hall. I’ll just use the side door to get to the backyard. I’ll be back in half an hour."

"Miss, we’ve known you for so long. You think we don’t know what you’re up to?"

"You’re just trying to steal the spotlight and ruin the eldest miss’s reception banquet, aren’t you?"

"..."

They were all convinced her intentions were malicious.

Fine. She stopped pleading, but she didn’t give up.

Because Serena Grant had returned, her parents had made her move from her room on the fourth floor to one on the second.

Her bedroom window faced the backyard.

Pushing open the balcony door, she found a good angle and quietly climbed down.

Her clothes were thin, but she didn’t care. She lay down in the snow, staring blankly at the sky.

At this hour, everyone in the household was revolving around Serena Grant.

No one passed through the backyard, so no one found her.

She was dressed all in white and quickly blended into the snowy landscape.

’How nice.’

For a moment, it felt as if she were the only person left in the world.

Her world was finally quiet.

’I can finally get some rest.’

With that thought, she slowly closed her eyes.

The castle gates were shut tight. The evil dragon was away today, leaving the princess alone on the ramparts to gaze upon a kingdom that was hers, yet had no place for her.

If she could, she would have stayed there alone forever.

But fate had other plans.

Not far away, a prince in shining armor charged in alone.

He stormed the princess’s castle with great fanfare, kicked open the door, and brazenly planted his own flag in her territory.

When she heard someone speak, she didn’t know who was beside her.

She opened her eyes, her long lashes fluttering as she tried to shake off the snowflakes and get a clear look at the newcomer.

As she strained to open her eyes wide and look at him, he happened to turn his head as well. "Happy winter, fiancée."

’Fiancée.’

Only then did she realize he was Yates Donovan.

She averted her gaze and ignored him.

"The first snow in Jynsia this year is lasting longer than last year’s. Last year, we only got a thin layer on the ground, and it melted almost right away."

"This year’s is much more impressive."

"Hey, you wanna build a snowman?"

"..."

He kept chattering endlessly in her ear.

’So noisy. It’s driving me crazy!’

She sat up in frustration, exasperated. "Can’t you see I’m trying to rest?"

"Resting?"

Yates Donovan rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. His dark eyes glittered. For a second, she had the bizarre illusion that they were sharing a bed.

He said with a smile, "Oh, so that’s what it is. My bad, I thought you were just playing."

"..."

"Well, now you know. Can you leave?"

"Why?" Yates Donovan tilted his head. "This place is huge. Are you the only one allowed to lie here? Can’t I?"

"You can go over there."

"Nope. It’s not as comfortable over there."

Not bothering to argue, she got up, walked a short distance away, and lay down again.

She closed her eyes. Before long, she heard the CRUNCH of snow underfoot, the steps heavy and then light.

He had lain down beside her again.

After that, they didn’t speak again that day.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but she actually fell asleep. In her drowsy state, it seemed the snow falling from above had stopped.

When she woke up again, she was on a lounge chair in the greenhouse in the backyard.

There was no one around.

Only a line of text left on the fogged-up glass door.

The writing was faint, as if it had been there for a while.

But she could still make it out.

"I built the snowman for you. See you next time." At the end was a drawing of a crooked, loach-like fish... an Ariel.

"..."

’Yates Donovan again.’

When had she ever said she wanted to build a snowman? He was clearly the one who wanted to play, yet he had to frame it as if he were doing it for her.

She fiercely wiped the words off the glass, pushed open the greenhouse door, and walked out.

The ground was a vast expanse of white. She could no longer see the spot where she had been lying.

The traces had long since been covered up.

Looking around, she didn’t see the snowman he’d mentioned. Perhaps the staff had shoveled it away.

Or maybe he’d never built one at all and was just teasing her.

She pulled her coat tighter and trudged back without a word.

She didn’t know how long she’d been out, but the maids clearly hadn’t noticed she was gone.

She still had to climb back in through the backyard window.

The walk wasn’t long, only taking three or four minutes.

Just as she was about to reach the window, she stopped in her tracks.

There, on the second floor, directly below her window, was a large snowman.

She froze for a moment. Her feet moved before her brain caught up, and by the time she registered it, she was already standing in front of the snowman.

The snowman’s eyes were made of two chocolate balls, its nose was half a banana, and its mouth was an orange slice.

They were all probably "stolen" from the banquet.

Not only that, but on the snowman’s head rested a rose coronet.

Sunlight glinted off the surface of a pigeon’s blood ruby, casting a dazzling sheen.

She subconsciously reached out, but just as she was about to touch it, she snapped back to her senses and snatched her hand back.

But she was too late. She had knocked something out of the snowman’s hand.

It was a slip of paper.

Unfolding it, she saw a string of numbers—a phone number.

In the signature space at the bottom right, he had drawn an Ariel.

"..."

It was such a valuable item; she decided to take it back to her room for now.

As night fell, she stood at her window and looked down. The snowman was still there, facing her direction, standing perfectly still.

She turned the paper with the number over and over in her hands so many times that she ended up memorizing it.

After a long while, she sent a text message.

[Don’t you want your thing back? The coronet. Give me an address, and I’ll have someone send it over.]

He replied: [No need. It’s yours.]

[...Why? Is today some kind of holiday? Why are you giving it to me?]

’Did he give it to the wrong person?’

Today was a day of celebration for Serena Grant, not her.

Yates Donovan: [It’s not a gift. It’s a reward for the brave.]

[Besides, isn’t the first snow of the year worth celebrating?]

...She couldn’t understand his logic and asked for the address again.

This time, he dodged the question: [Is the snowman still there? It hasn’t melted, has it?]

[It’s still here.] She sneaked another peek downstairs.

[Good.] He said it was getting late. [The Snowman Knight will stand guard for me tonight and protect my dear princess.]

[So, have sweet dreams.]