IHMEB - Chapter 49 < Corrupted Wrapped in a Skirt >

IHMEB - Chapter 49 < Corrupted Wrapped in a Skirt >

Having An Enemy's Baby





“She came to act as a spy, not as a Duchess.”

Their marriage was a complicated one.

Valquiterre's name as King was sudden.

How many times did he reread the message in the telegram telling him to marry Vermont because he couldn't believe it when he saw it?

If Valquiterre had at least once hinted at Kaian about his marriage before then, he wouldn't have been so embarrassed.

From Kaian's point of view, both the command to marry and the fact that the other person was Vermont were absurd.

But if he had done so, Claudel would have done so too.

'Don't make me say it twice. I asked what your name was.'

‘Claudel Quinn... Vermont.
'

These days, Kaian keeps thinking of Claudel's face, with the shadows on her face following the flickering candlelight on the first night of the night.

Even after making a marriage vow before God, Kaian didn't even care who his wife was.

When he received Valquiterre's telegram, he ran out of the castle and went to the royal castle. He then met the King, who said, 'I think you can just go to the north and get married,' and went to see Valmonde.

His mind was blank the whole time, but it wasn't until he returned to Rowen Castle that he felt like he came to his senses.

Still, when Kaian thought about the woman who was shaking that night, he felt sad and a little annoyed.

'So do you think I did well now? What is my position? If this even reaches the Duke of Vermont's ears.'

‘Your position? Which one is in the wrong now?'


Claudel was no longer Vermont.

Claudel Quinn Temnes.

She was Kaian's wife.

But he still felt that she was not completely subordinate to him.

“I just don’t understand.”

Why is he so angry at the Duke of Vermont?

The Duke of Vermont was a cunning and mean man.

At least Temnes doesn't do things that are different from what it was before and do things that hit people in the back.

Even if it were not for their distant ancestors, Temnes, who was cool and outspoken, and Vermont, who hid their dubious intentions between hatred and harsh words, would have ended up opposing each other due to their incompatibility.

“Aren’t I much better than that old fox?”

The Duke of Vermont pushed Claudel to her death.

She was literally sent to Rowen to die.

There is no way that the Duke of Vermont really did not know what medicine Kaian could obtain, or that he could not obtain it due to his lack of ability.

Didn't the prescription obtained through the search for a prize even have the seal of the Vermont family stamped on it?

In addition, he went so far as to marry her off empty-handed, assuming that she would die.

It was common for noblemen to not know such things.

He didn't care at all how his wife dressed up and what she wore until she started pushing the bills to her husband, but when he looked at the numbers, many people questioned whether or not she was extravagant.

Since Kaian was very interested in Claudel, he only noticed her because he had a sharper sense than others.

And it also solves the insomnia that Claudel suffers from.

This is a solution that Kaian really likes, but isn't it true that he is granting her wishes anyway?

“But are you still being swayed by this scum-like Duke?”

Kaian, who had never bowed down to anyone in his life, overlooked that point.

The average person is more afraid of someone who hurts and strangles them than of someone who warmly hugs and cares for them.

If Claudel were to understand his feelings, she would be more concerned about the heartless man who sent her to deathbed than about her surprisingly peaceful life in Temnes, who might order her to return to Valmonde at any moment. Could she have known that he was suffering from anxiety?

Their lives were so different that Kaian could not understand Claudel's feelings.

Kaian was just displeased with the fact that the woman who was his was secretly acting as if she would follow the Duke of Vermont's orders.

When Kaian knocked on the door, he felt a light hurried figure coming from inside the room toward the door.

'What are you running for?'

When he knocked on the door, Claudel always ran and opened the door, which was very cute.

“Kaian.”

Behind the woman who was welcoming him, Hannah bowed her head.

“Shall I bring the tea?”

"No. I’m going to talk for a while before I leave.”

As the quick-witted maid closed the door and disappeared, Kaian looked at Claudel and opened hjs arms.

Then, as if a fairy was flying in, she gently hugged him and came into his arms.

“What’s going on?”

Originally, Kaian saw Claudel about twice a day.

He left her bedroom at dawn, he was busy at work, and at noon they had lunch together.

After that, he could only see her face when he went to his bedroom at night while taking care of the affairs of the estate.

However, because he was busy with physical communication at that time, he didn't have a chance to talk or do anything.

The woman, who suffered from pain that would scratch her lungs during her Herzol disease, tried to endure it by keeping her mouth shut.

She was now making quite a few cute noises between her naughty parted lips, pleasing Kaian.

He was so absorbed in the work that could only be done at night that he had no time to talk about anything else with her, and the lunch break was too short, but on the day when Valquiterre got wind, he stayed with Claudel all day long, skipping the day's work, and it was the paradise. There was no such thing.

He seemed to understand why the tired expression of a fallen monarch wrapped in a woman's skirt came about.

After that, Kaian suffered from symptoms that made him want to see her every three hours.

Before, it was morning, afternoon until night. He lived like this even though he only saw her twice a day.

Now, as he was distracted from work, he wondered and thought about what Claudel was doing.

'But I can't say that.'

What would happen if he told her that he came because he missed her?

Claudel's telegram to the Duke of Vermont said, 'My husband has completely fallen for me. I'll be waiting for you.' Is something like this going to be filmed?

Telegrams are priced per character.

It is customary to condense and send the content so that only the recipients can understand it, so she wrote and revised the sentences several times and shortened the length of the article for which she would pay.

The missing content was 'Please don't let Irena become a Duchess,' and Kaian, who didn't know that the sentence had been translated into 'I'll do my best,' thought that he couldn't give Claudel any room to think that she was holding on to him tightly.

“I stopped by to check if preparations for the festival were going well.”

Pretending to be here to see if there were any disruptions to the official Lady's schedule.

“I'm practicing dancing every day.”

“Can I look forward to it?”

"Sure."

The smiling woman caught his eye.

She didn't seem to be human.

He had seen many women in his life, but Claudel was the first one that touched him like this.

However, Claudel was his wife, and he was from Vermont, so he had to avoid falling for the tricks of an old and weak fox who seemed to have only a few days to live.

“Are you getting ready for the festival well?”

Claudel asked strangely.

"Me? What should I do to prepare?”

“This is your first time going to a festival with me. Isn’t the order of proceedings different from when the Lord is in charge alone? Dancing together is a sequence that has never been done before.”

He wasn't thinking at all.

“It’s not like you didn’t know, right?”

"No way. The Lord of Rowen does not neglect such things. It’s a territory festival that only happens once a year.”

"Ah. I was going to show you the ticket that the butler organized and gave me.”

Kaian stroked Claudel's soft cheek and lowered his head.

“You think I don’t know that?”

He worked on managing his image in front of his wife.

He was more urgent to kiss her now.

It was a secret that as soon as he left her room, Kayan called the butler and asked him to bring the same materials.

***

Three days before the festival.

Madame Marcel appeared at Rowen Castle, driving ten large carriages.

"Hello. I send greetings to the Duchess.”

Claudel blinked at the appearance of a sophisticated and lively beauty.

“Nice to meet you.”

“I am the new seamstress at Rowen Castle, where I will be serving you from now on.”

“I heard you're very popular in the capital?”

"Oh. Have you heard the rumor about me?”

“I heard that your skills are so famous that your catalog circulates even in the North. I heard your dress is a dress that’s hard to buy even if you wait a year in the capital.”

Actually, Claudel wasn't interested in dresses or anything like that, but she picked something up from Irena's ears, so she was able to answer with ease.

“It is also an exaggerated rumor. But I can confidently say that I have the skills to make you happy.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Would you like to see the dress you will wear for the festival?”

“You must be tired. Are you okay?”

“Of course.”

The clever seamstress opened Claudel's bedroom door and called her assistant, who placed the torso in the center of the room and put it in a new dress.

“Wow. I’ve never seen a dress like this before!”

Hannah was impressed when she went to the kitchen to make the tea.

“The red dress I made last time. It was also very pretty.”

"Thanks for the compliments."

Claudel was also speechless for a moment.

Unlike the dresses in the cold North, Rowen-style dresses often had designs that exposed the shoulders or upper chest.

However, even though there were several such bold dresses in her closet, Claudel had never tried them on.

For her, it was considered awkward and embarrassing to expose her bare neck.

The dress, which had a V-shaped line above her chest, seemed to expose quite a bit of her body.

“Does this suit me?”

"Yes? What do you mean?”

Hannah answered for Madame Marcel, who looked puzzled.

“I always wear northern dresses. I have never worn a dress with this design before.”

"Really? Nonsense. Of course, it will suit you well.”

Madame Marcel shouted confidently.

“This dress was made only for the Duchess. The entire territory will fall in love with your beauty!”

Claudel felt grateful for her words, even if they were just words.

After listening to it, it seems a bit daring, but the dress is definitely pretty.

“I came a long way, and I had a hard time preparing a new dress.”

“What about the hardships?”

When Madame Marcel thought of the gold coins that Kaian had paid her, she simply laughed.

“Ma’am, you have a different vibe from the girls in the capital.”

"I?"

“I guess it’s a charm that catches people’s eyes.”

While other Ladies like a flower grown in greenhouses by noble of the capital, Claudel is a flower that blooms in nature.

In Madame Marcel's eyes, Claudel was the most striking flower among a hundred flowers, and the inspiration for a new dress came to her at random.

‘It’s a good thing I came to Rowen. Really.'

Actually, applying for a job in Rowen, which is far from the capital, was a semi-impulsive decision.

In the process, she realized that Kaian had eliminated many of the other prestigious seamstresses, and it felt like a battle with herself, making her want to do more.

But after meeting Claudel, she became even more excited about her life in Rowen.

After exchanging proper greetings, they sat across from each other over tea.

“Where is your hometown?”

“I was born and raised in the capital.”

"Right. Because I have never been to the capital.”

Madame Marcel also had common sense about Vermont's daughter. There are rumors about a northern Princess who is not seen in the capital's social circles.

"Yes. If you have any questions, please ask anything.”

Madame Marcel, who had been talking about various things for a while, suddenly expressed her true feelings.

“If there are a lot of people, there will be a lot of gossip. Ugh. Is everything really that easy after divorce? Men I couldn’t talk to before are so annoying.”

“I guess that’s because you are very attractive.”

“It’s pointless.”

Then Claudel hesitated for some reason before opening her mouth.

“Can I ask you this?”

“Ask anything.”

However, the question that came out of her mouth made Madame Marcel almost spit out her tea.

“Is there a secret to capturing a man’s heart?”

... Yes?


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