IHMEB - Chapter 47 < Passion >
Having An Enemy's Baby
'I'm a newlywed, so don't bother me and get out.'
As soon as Irena said that she was going, she seemed to have no intention of hiding her willingness and was shocked to see the warm air.
'Did I come all the way from Valmonde to Rowen to see something like this?'
She was shocked, but she didn't want to be on the same level as Temnes, so she tolerated it politely.
“But I didn’t expect you to go this quickly. There are still a lot of things I want to do together. Think again, sister."
As soon as Claudel could speak, Kaian came out.
“It is worthy of imitation that the residents of the territory want to participate in a festival that they find meaningful.”
Irena was stunned.
‘Don’t even dream of going back on your words and leaving, Princess.'
A different meaning than what Kaian said with her ears suddenly appeared in her mind.
Irena returned to her room and saw the bright and elegantly decorated interior.
The room she was staying in had a spacious sitting room and a good-sized bathroom.
The furniture that filled her room was very luxurious and looked like it had been recently renovated.
Originally, Rowen Castle was built as a royal castle during the founding of the Kingdom of Oberon.
Considering that the space currently used by the Lord and Lord's wife was the space where the King and Queen of the time stayed, it made sense that this room, the best of the guest rooms, included such a space.
Irena, who came alone, was provided with a luxurious room that would have been reserved for the Duke and Duchess if nobles stayed in the royal castle.
“Even if the Lord gives instructions, the person who will step forward directly is the butler.”
However, it is unlikely that Kaian, whom she had met, would have taken care to treat her with such hospitality, and if the butler had treated her to this extent as a guest at the Madam's home, Claudel's position in the castle could not have been bad.
Those who work in castles are sensitive to power structures.
This is because their jobs may be lost overnight due to the misfortune of the owner who serves them.
Kaian, who she thought was rude on the first day, was also a different person than he seemed.
Noble men were often not very faithful to their wives.
They treat their wife and daughter as if they are their property are intimidated by them, and consider their son, their heir, to be their only child.
Many people acted like noble nobles and benefactors to others outside, but inside the house, they ruled over their wives and children like Gods, telling them to follow their words unconditionally as they were the law.
Few were as generous and affectionate to their wife and children as a father, like the Duke of Vermont.
Of course, she only thought about it because she did not know that his attitude towards herself, his biological daughter, and his niece Claudel, who had only been registered in the family register, were different.
Irena was so deeply respected and loved her own father that she never imagined that he would have driven Claudel to her death.
She was to be married by order of the King, and since she was a widow and could not be the Duke of Temnes's wife, she naturally accepted that Claudel would have to marry into the family of her enemies.
The relationship between the two families is such that it would not be strange for Claudel to be stabbed in bed on the first night of marriage, so even though he is her husband, he is being so generous to Vermont. Claudel has no one to rely on because her father put her sisters in harm's way. She couldn't even guess that Claudel had ended up like that because she was trying to find a way to survive.
“I’m glad you’re doing well though.”
In Irena's eyes, she saw that the man who was cold to others - even to Irena herself - was kind only to his wife.
Naturally, it would be much better to be the opposite of him and be lenient with others and strict with his wife.
But even though she hadn't slept well the night before, Irena couldn't sleep that night either.
"Ha."
Her lack of sleep left her exhausted.
Even though she lay like that for a while, she couldn't fall asleep and Irena tossed and turned from side to side.
“Because it’s my husband...”
Her husband was the Marquis's untitled second son and a distant relative of the Duke of Vermont.
While hands were scarce when a daughter was born, Vermonters sent their children to marry abroad or into influential families, so if she looked at the complex family tree, she would meet with the man at the end.
He was a tall man with bright red hair and gray eyes.
It was not Irena's will that chose her husband, but the Duke of Vermont.
At that time, Irena thought that her father, who cared for her so much, would not have chosen her a bad husband, and that she would know better when she saw a man like him.
True to her belief, the Duke of Vermont went to great lengths to select the best possible groom for her.
He had to have either the red hair or the golden eyes of his Vermont kin, and he had to be healthy and free from illness.
Since he was coming as a son-in-law, it was inevitable that his status would be lowered, but he had to receive a proper education equivalent to that of a successor and be a dignified person.
Originally, the Five Years' War should have gone out immediately like the Duke of Temnes as soon as the war broke out.
The Duke of Vermont slowly chose his son-in-law, saying, 'I will soon have my son-in-law go to war.'
Then, Irena got married three years ago, when she was just nineteen years old.
'Claudel was exactly the same as I am now.'
Considering the custom of getting engaged soon after a debutante, both Irena and Claudel were married late.
No one would dare make such a fuss about Vermont's daughter.
Irena's memories of her husband were very short and fragmentary.
She had only been with her husband for a week, and that week included the various wedding ceremonies, so she was not alone with him the whole time.
Her husband, who went to war, died within a month.
'Weak guy! Instead of sending him to the battlefield for four years, I waited so long before sending him out! Do you die as soon as you leave?'
When the Duke of Vermont heard the news of his son-in-law's death, he seemed furious.
At that time, Irena did not cry.
This is because she did not know her husband well enough to mourn his death, nor did she have a deep bond with him.
Did he move his residence when he got married, or did he ever go to the house as a son-in-law after him?
Her husband had been purchased by the Duke of Vermont as his heir, so nothing had changed in Irena's life before and after her marriage.
Her husband only existed for a moment and then disappeared.
However, after seeing Claudel and Kaian, her heart was empty and her mood was strange.
'If only my husband were alive.'
Would he have looked at his wife, Irena, with such affection?
'Any couple that shows that they care for each other like that.'
...If a part of him dies like what Irena experienced, will she shed the tears she couldn't shed?
Her marriage was politically necessary.
She still had no heir to the Vermont estate and Irena was well aware that her father was choosing a husband for her again.
"Ah. My tears...”
Strangely enough, tears that had not come out even when her husband died were flowing down her cheeks as she lay down.
“Why are I crying now?”
Irena could not even attend her husband's funeral.
This was because she was not allowed to go by the Duke of Vermont. Because, ‘his daughter, in his shock, was unable to move’.
The man who became Irena's husband, his son-in-law, was buried not in the catacombs of Vermont Castle, but in the family cemetery after his death.
The Marquis later complained several times in writing, but the Duke of Vermont ignored him.
This was because if Irena's attendance at the funeral gave official recognition to those around her that he was his son-in-law, it would be disadvantageous for the Duke to marry her off again.
Her father was the Duke of Vermont, the great Lord of Valmonde.
Irena was also not in a position to go against her father's opposition.
She married a helpless man and then became a woman who could not even go to her husband's funeral because she was not allowed to do so.
It was a heavy and sad thing, so she tried not to think about it, as if Irena was running away.
Princess Irena.
She may not exactly be a Princess, but no one hesitates to call her that.
The connection between Kaian and Claudel was seen more clearly in Irena's eyes.
They were very beautiful and looked so good together that she couldn't believe they were Vermont and Temnes.
“...Huh hu...”
Irena cried all night, soaking her pillowcase due to her unknown emotions.
Irena left late after having lunch.
In the carriage of the carriage she was riding, several rose seedlings were placed, with their roots generously covered in soil and their branches trimmed.
"Thank you."
Kaian said coldly as Irena placed her hand on her heart and bent her knees to express her gratitude.
“Claudel said the Princess likes flowers.”
Even just for a moment as he spoke, Kaian glanced at Claudel, who was standing with her arms crossed.
"Yes, that's right. I’m honored that you care.”
"Sister, you can’t come often because it’s far away, but please come again next time.”
"Yes. I have to come every year. The wildflowers blooming in the back garden are so pretty.”
“It’s sponsorship. It’s a place where we have a lot of memories.”
Kaian seemed like a person who was impatient because he could not boast of his strong affection for Claudel.
It's only been four months since they got married, so they must have so many memories.
Irena climbed into the carriage, being seen off by the two.
The sound of the horse's hooves and the wheels of the carriage turning seemed to be in sync, as Rowen Castle grew further and further away.
As Claudel continued to shake her hand until the carriage was quite far away, Kaian said something and he was seen shaking his head in disapproval.
After arguing about something trivial, Kaian took Claudel and disappeared into the castle.
“I can’t even see my wife standing up to see her sister off, is this it?”
Irena was shocked, but when she thought that it wasn't a fight, but the kindness of her sister and her husband, she just laughed.
But after a few days, Irena began to notice that her condition had become strange.
At night, when she lay alone in the inn where she was staying, she kept crying.
Sometimes, when she was sitting in the carriage, idly looking at the scenery outside, she remembered the kiss that her sister and his husband had shared.
Feeling.
Yes. It was passion.
She said it was something Irena had never experienced first-hand.
Her husband, who had entered the bridal chamber early in the night after the wedding at the castle of Valmonde, was very polite to Irena.
The kisses she experienced were as careful as her lips fluttered in and out of her chick's fluff, and the touches on her body were no different.
'The pleasure that takes your breath away is something only written about in books. Reality is different.'
At the time, Irena had passed over her feelings about her first night.
The truth that her husband, who became the son-in-law, behaved passively towards his beautiful wife because he was discouraged by the Duke of Vermont, who was watching them with his eyes wide open in the powerful castle of Valmonde, was a story that was buried with his death.
There was no way for Irena to know that.
The gesture of embracing each other as if they were longing for each other, Claudel's waist arching in the arms of the Duke of Temnes, and a small snort as their lips were clearly pressed together.
She couldn't understand why she kept thinking about this.
She was so preoccupied with it that when the Duke of Vermont appeared at the inn, where she was staying in the capital of Oberon, midway on her long journey back to Valmonde, Irena did not welcome him as she usually did.
“...Father? What are you doing here?”
As she barely stammered, the Duke of Vermont answered without hiding his joyful smile.
“If you do well, you might become Queen, Irena.”
As soon as Irena said that she was going, she seemed to have no intention of hiding her willingness and was shocked to see the warm air.
'Did I come all the way from Valmonde to Rowen to see something like this?'
She was shocked, but she didn't want to be on the same level as Temnes, so she tolerated it politely.
“But I didn’t expect you to go this quickly. There are still a lot of things I want to do together. Think again, sister."
As soon as Claudel could speak, Kaian came out.
“It is worthy of imitation that the residents of the territory want to participate in a festival that they find meaningful.”
Irena was stunned.
‘Don’t even dream of going back on your words and leaving, Princess.'
A different meaning than what Kaian said with her ears suddenly appeared in her mind.
Irena returned to her room and saw the bright and elegantly decorated interior.
The room she was staying in had a spacious sitting room and a good-sized bathroom.
The furniture that filled her room was very luxurious and looked like it had been recently renovated.
Originally, Rowen Castle was built as a royal castle during the founding of the Kingdom of Oberon.
Considering that the space currently used by the Lord and Lord's wife was the space where the King and Queen of the time stayed, it made sense that this room, the best of the guest rooms, included such a space.
Irena, who came alone, was provided with a luxurious room that would have been reserved for the Duke and Duchess if nobles stayed in the royal castle.
“Even if the Lord gives instructions, the person who will step forward directly is the butler.”
However, it is unlikely that Kaian, whom she had met, would have taken care to treat her with such hospitality, and if the butler had treated her to this extent as a guest at the Madam's home, Claudel's position in the castle could not have been bad.
Those who work in castles are sensitive to power structures.
This is because their jobs may be lost overnight due to the misfortune of the owner who serves them.
Kaian, who she thought was rude on the first day, was also a different person than he seemed.
Noble men were often not very faithful to their wives.
They treat their wife and daughter as if they are their property are intimidated by them, and consider their son, their heir, to be their only child.
Many people acted like noble nobles and benefactors to others outside, but inside the house, they ruled over their wives and children like Gods, telling them to follow their words unconditionally as they were the law.
Few were as generous and affectionate to their wife and children as a father, like the Duke of Vermont.
Of course, she only thought about it because she did not know that his attitude towards herself, his biological daughter, and his niece Claudel, who had only been registered in the family register, were different.
Irena was so deeply respected and loved her own father that she never imagined that he would have driven Claudel to her death.
She was to be married by order of the King, and since she was a widow and could not be the Duke of Temnes's wife, she naturally accepted that Claudel would have to marry into the family of her enemies.
The relationship between the two families is such that it would not be strange for Claudel to be stabbed in bed on the first night of marriage, so even though he is her husband, he is being so generous to Vermont. Claudel has no one to rely on because her father put her sisters in harm's way. She couldn't even guess that Claudel had ended up like that because she was trying to find a way to survive.
“I’m glad you’re doing well though.”
In Irena's eyes, she saw that the man who was cold to others - even to Irena herself - was kind only to his wife.
Naturally, it would be much better to be the opposite of him and be lenient with others and strict with his wife.
But even though she hadn't slept well the night before, Irena couldn't sleep that night either.
"Ha."
Her lack of sleep left her exhausted.
Even though she lay like that for a while, she couldn't fall asleep and Irena tossed and turned from side to side.
“Because it’s my husband...”
Her husband was the Marquis's untitled second son and a distant relative of the Duke of Vermont.
While hands were scarce when a daughter was born, Vermonters sent their children to marry abroad or into influential families, so if she looked at the complex family tree, she would meet with the man at the end.
He was a tall man with bright red hair and gray eyes.
It was not Irena's will that chose her husband, but the Duke of Vermont.
At that time, Irena thought that her father, who cared for her so much, would not have chosen her a bad husband, and that she would know better when she saw a man like him.
True to her belief, the Duke of Vermont went to great lengths to select the best possible groom for her.
He had to have either the red hair or the golden eyes of his Vermont kin, and he had to be healthy and free from illness.
Since he was coming as a son-in-law, it was inevitable that his status would be lowered, but he had to receive a proper education equivalent to that of a successor and be a dignified person.
Originally, the Five Years' War should have gone out immediately like the Duke of Temnes as soon as the war broke out.
The Duke of Vermont slowly chose his son-in-law, saying, 'I will soon have my son-in-law go to war.'
Then, Irena got married three years ago, when she was just nineteen years old.
'Claudel was exactly the same as I am now.'
Considering the custom of getting engaged soon after a debutante, both Irena and Claudel were married late.
No one would dare make such a fuss about Vermont's daughter.
Irena's memories of her husband were very short and fragmentary.
She had only been with her husband for a week, and that week included the various wedding ceremonies, so she was not alone with him the whole time.
Her husband, who went to war, died within a month.
'Weak guy! Instead of sending him to the battlefield for four years, I waited so long before sending him out! Do you die as soon as you leave?'
When the Duke of Vermont heard the news of his son-in-law's death, he seemed furious.
At that time, Irena did not cry.
This is because she did not know her husband well enough to mourn his death, nor did she have a deep bond with him.
Did he move his residence when he got married, or did he ever go to the house as a son-in-law after him?
Her husband had been purchased by the Duke of Vermont as his heir, so nothing had changed in Irena's life before and after her marriage.
Her husband only existed for a moment and then disappeared.
However, after seeing Claudel and Kaian, her heart was empty and her mood was strange.
'If only my husband were alive.'
Would he have looked at his wife, Irena, with such affection?
'Any couple that shows that they care for each other like that.'
...If a part of him dies like what Irena experienced, will she shed the tears she couldn't shed?
Her marriage was politically necessary.
She still had no heir to the Vermont estate and Irena was well aware that her father was choosing a husband for her again.
"Ah. My tears...”
Strangely enough, tears that had not come out even when her husband died were flowing down her cheeks as she lay down.
“Why are I crying now?”
Irena could not even attend her husband's funeral.
This was because she was not allowed to go by the Duke of Vermont. Because, ‘his daughter, in his shock, was unable to move’.
The man who became Irena's husband, his son-in-law, was buried not in the catacombs of Vermont Castle, but in the family cemetery after his death.
The Marquis later complained several times in writing, but the Duke of Vermont ignored him.
This was because if Irena's attendance at the funeral gave official recognition to those around her that he was his son-in-law, it would be disadvantageous for the Duke to marry her off again.
Her father was the Duke of Vermont, the great Lord of Valmonde.
Irena was also not in a position to go against her father's opposition.
She married a helpless man and then became a woman who could not even go to her husband's funeral because she was not allowed to do so.
It was a heavy and sad thing, so she tried not to think about it, as if Irena was running away.
Princess Irena.
She may not exactly be a Princess, but no one hesitates to call her that.
The connection between Kaian and Claudel was seen more clearly in Irena's eyes.
They were very beautiful and looked so good together that she couldn't believe they were Vermont and Temnes.
“...Huh hu...”
Irena cried all night, soaking her pillowcase due to her unknown emotions.
***
Irena left late after having lunch.
In the carriage of the carriage she was riding, several rose seedlings were placed, with their roots generously covered in soil and their branches trimmed.
"Thank you."
Kaian said coldly as Irena placed her hand on her heart and bent her knees to express her gratitude.
“Claudel said the Princess likes flowers.”
Even just for a moment as he spoke, Kaian glanced at Claudel, who was standing with her arms crossed.
"Yes, that's right. I’m honored that you care.”
"Sister, you can’t come often because it’s far away, but please come again next time.”
"Yes. I have to come every year. The wildflowers blooming in the back garden are so pretty.”
“It’s sponsorship. It’s a place where we have a lot of memories.”
Kaian seemed like a person who was impatient because he could not boast of his strong affection for Claudel.
It's only been four months since they got married, so they must have so many memories.
Irena climbed into the carriage, being seen off by the two.
The sound of the horse's hooves and the wheels of the carriage turning seemed to be in sync, as Rowen Castle grew further and further away.
As Claudel continued to shake her hand until the carriage was quite far away, Kaian said something and he was seen shaking his head in disapproval.
After arguing about something trivial, Kaian took Claudel and disappeared into the castle.
“I can’t even see my wife standing up to see her sister off, is this it?”
Irena was shocked, but when she thought that it wasn't a fight, but the kindness of her sister and her husband, she just laughed.
But after a few days, Irena began to notice that her condition had become strange.
At night, when she lay alone in the inn where she was staying, she kept crying.
Sometimes, when she was sitting in the carriage, idly looking at the scenery outside, she remembered the kiss that her sister and his husband had shared.
Feeling.
Yes. It was passion.
She said it was something Irena had never experienced first-hand.
Her husband, who had entered the bridal chamber early in the night after the wedding at the castle of Valmonde, was very polite to Irena.
The kisses she experienced were as careful as her lips fluttered in and out of her chick's fluff, and the touches on her body were no different.
'The pleasure that takes your breath away is something only written about in books. Reality is different.'
At the time, Irena had passed over her feelings about her first night.
The truth that her husband, who became the son-in-law, behaved passively towards his beautiful wife because he was discouraged by the Duke of Vermont, who was watching them with his eyes wide open in the powerful castle of Valmonde, was a story that was buried with his death.
There was no way for Irena to know that.
The gesture of embracing each other as if they were longing for each other, Claudel's waist arching in the arms of the Duke of Temnes, and a small snort as their lips were clearly pressed together.
She couldn't understand why she kept thinking about this.
She was so preoccupied with it that when the Duke of Vermont appeared at the inn, where she was staying in the capital of Oberon, midway on her long journey back to Valmonde, Irena did not welcome him as she usually did.
“...Father? What are you doing here?”
As she barely stammered, the Duke of Vermont answered without hiding his joyful smile.
“If you do well, you might become Queen, Irena.”
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