“It’s not her. She couldn't have been the woman she saw at the lake...”
His face, which had become so cold as to give goosebumps to anyone who saw it, instantly warmed up as he remembered the 'woman I saw at the lake.'
Sponsored by Rowen Castle, which seems to have been removed from a natural forest due to intentional neglect.
A water fairy swimming through the colored water mist of a lake, drawing the pale, pale dawn light.
Every time the woman's body came up on top of the water, the water of the lake caressed her body as if it did not want to let her go, and unfortunately returned to the surface of the water.
Pure white skin and long red hair that looked lovely even when wet.
Golden eyes that seemed to stand out among the cold colors.
And moist red lips.
Many words and pictures depict and adore the birth of the goddess, but Valquiterre was able to say for sure.
He said that she was the most beautiful moment he had ever seen.
A perfect being had an unapproachable aura.
So, even though he was the King of the Kingdom of Oberon, didn't he also bow down to her and pick the flowers and offer them to her?
Valquiterre did not doubt why he behaved as he did.
A woman who moves a man is worth it.
I never imagined that he would stoop down to a mere woman like that, asking for her wooing.
Valquiterre was the lord of Oberon.
From the moment he was born, he was meant to reign over his head and never bow down to anyone.
Even if the kingdom was invaded and the enemy came under the sword, it was the king's destiny to face the end with his head held high and his back straight.
Even he thought it was natural for him to kneel before her and ask for her name.
Because she didn't feel like a living being in this world.
It would be humiliating for a human King to kneel before criminals, but would it be an insult to bow before God, a transcendent being?
It was a very impressive first experience for Valquiterre, and it left him a little dumbfounded.
“Red hair and golden eyes. Vermont had two daughters.”
He planted several people around Kaian.
During the wedding ceremony at the Castle of Valmonde, a woman with skin and bones and no makeup was brought out to be the bride, and Kaian left the castle after 30 minutes without even making eye contact. He went up to the King's office desk without exception, even telling the story of how the carriage broke down that day and he headed to his bride's room looking shabby in the rain.
So, after hearing the report from Kaian that such a bride was also a bride and celebrated the first night of the night, Valquiterre was deeply impressed.
Kaian, who grew up friendly and was considered by the King to lack the loyalty of a subject, obeyed the King's orders to the point of spending the night with his enemy's ugly daughter.
However, he realized later that those reports did not include reports about how the Lord and Lady of Rowen looked after she recovered from her illness.
It is important to note that Kaian met his dying bride, so information about her condition was included, such as that she was drying out or that she was damaged like a skull.
There was no talk of the woman recovering and improving after Herzol was cured.
“Then is that Kaian's woman?”
It was ridiculous.
This was done to prevent him from getting married prosperously, and the goddess of Valquiterre should not be his wife.
He firmly believed that it was Princess Irena, who was rumored to be a wealthy woman throughout the kingdom.
Valquiterre was stabbed in the foot by an ax he trusted.
“I’ll have to check.”
For the first time, he thought it was a mistake to return from Promhunt without meeting Kaian in person.
Meanwhile, the woman's face kept flashing as she opened her eyes and smiled in surprise at him.
Sponsored by Rowen Castle, which seems to have been removed from a natural forest due to intentional neglect.
A water fairy swimming through the colored water mist of a lake, drawing the pale, pale dawn light.
Every time the woman's body came up on top of the water, the water of the lake caressed her body as if it did not want to let her go, and unfortunately returned to the surface of the water.
Pure white skin and long red hair that looked lovely even when wet.
Golden eyes that seemed to stand out among the cold colors.
And moist red lips.
Many words and pictures depict and adore the birth of the goddess, but Valquiterre was able to say for sure.
He said that she was the most beautiful moment he had ever seen.
A perfect being had an unapproachable aura.
So, even though he was the King of the Kingdom of Oberon, didn't he also bow down to her and pick the flowers and offer them to her?
Valquiterre did not doubt why he behaved as he did.
A woman who moves a man is worth it.
I never imagined that he would stoop down to a mere woman like that, asking for her wooing.
Valquiterre was the lord of Oberon.
From the moment he was born, he was meant to reign over his head and never bow down to anyone.
Even if the kingdom was invaded and the enemy came under the sword, it was the king's destiny to face the end with his head held high and his back straight.
Even he thought it was natural for him to kneel before her and ask for her name.
Because she didn't feel like a living being in this world.
It would be humiliating for a human King to kneel before criminals, but would it be an insult to bow before God, a transcendent being?
It was a very impressive first experience for Valquiterre, and it left him a little dumbfounded.
“Red hair and golden eyes. Vermont had two daughters.”
He planted several people around Kaian.
During the wedding ceremony at the Castle of Valmonde, a woman with skin and bones and no makeup was brought out to be the bride, and Kaian left the castle after 30 minutes without even making eye contact. He went up to the King's office desk without exception, even telling the story of how the carriage broke down that day and he headed to his bride's room looking shabby in the rain.
So, after hearing the report from Kaian that such a bride was also a bride and celebrated the first night of the night, Valquiterre was deeply impressed.
Kaian, who grew up friendly and was considered by the King to lack the loyalty of a subject, obeyed the King's orders to the point of spending the night with his enemy's ugly daughter.
However, he realized later that those reports did not include reports about how the Lord and Lady of Rowen looked after she recovered from her illness.
It is important to note that Kaian met his dying bride, so information about her condition was included, such as that she was drying out or that she was damaged like a skull.
There was no talk of the woman recovering and improving after Herzol was cured.
“Then is that Kaian's woman?”
It was ridiculous.
This was done to prevent him from getting married prosperously, and the goddess of Valquiterre should not be his wife.
He firmly believed that it was Princess Irena, who was rumored to be a wealthy woman throughout the kingdom.
Valquiterre was stabbed in the foot by an ax he trusted.
“I’ll have to check.”
For the first time, he thought it was a mistake to return from Promhunt without meeting Kaian in person.
Meanwhile, the woman's face kept flashing as she opened her eyes and smiled in surprise at him.
Valquiterre didn't know that this was the woman who felt threatened by meeting a stranger while swimming in only her underwear in a deserted early morning lake that her husband had barred people from entering, and instead of laughing, she raised the corners of her mouth awkwardly out of fear.
The mysterious smile that existed only distorted in his memories captivated and bewitched him.
***
The day of the festival dawned.
“Whew. Ha."
I was nervous and took a deep breath in and out.
“I think I’m wearing the wrong clothes.”
Madame Marcel's festive costume was a dress that revealed very little of my upper breasts and had a V-shaped cut in the middle of the chest.
I know that these tube top-type dresses often expose all of the shoulders.
I was a wallflower throughout the time at Castle Valmonde, as no one asked me to dance at the ball, but I knew that other women could dance fiercely and gracefully even in these form-fitting dresses.
Moreover, knowing that I was nervous and worried, Madame Marcel eventually changed the design by attaching straps to my shoulders and sleeves that wrapped up to the middle of my arms. However, when I tried on such a bold dress for the first time, I was afraid that it would slip off while dancing or the shoulder straps would break. I kept worrying about what would happen.
‘What if the string breaks? It would be an embarrassment in front of the people of the territory.'
When I touched my mouth, Madame Marcel said it was the same string she wore on her dress, wrapped it around her wrist, chewed it with her teeth, and pulled it to prove its strength.
I thought it wouldn't be a problem if the string was that strong, So I nodded my head in the end.
"Lady! The Lord’s congratulatory speech is coming to an end.”
Hannah came into the tent where I was waiting and resting and informed me of the situation outside.
She came in followed by Madame Marcel, accompanied by three of her assistants, who shared in her rich festive skirts.
“I was worried that it would be difficult for you because it was heavy, so I changed it to a thinner material. This festival skirt is not made new every year. When the Lord and wife enter the castle, they usually make a new one and then use it continuously while repairing or repairing it.”
"I see. This is my first time hearing it.”
“A previous seamstress had made something to a certain extent, but it wasn’t that good, so I made it again.”
“The seamstress I had before had no insight or skills. Well done. Madame Marcel.”
I was proud that Hannah came forward.
One by one, the hands of the assistants, who were holding armfuls of wrapped skirts that looked like bundles of rich chiffon, emptied.
With the three-layered skirt, all wrapped up, I almost looked like a walking human flower.
"It’s really gorgeous.”
“Hehe. I heard you were sick and couldn't attend the banquet. Today is the day to properly impress the people of Rowen, so it should be like this.”
I stood there in a daze and looked into the mirror held by the assistant.
My red hair was slicked down, braided into parted sides, and tied into a large bun at the back.
There I wore flowers born and raised in the Rowen estate in my hair and a tiara on top of my head.
A ruby necklace that Kaian had custom-made was worn on my neck, which was coolly revealed by a V-neck that showed off my cleavage.
It was made into a flower shape with a ruby the size of a little fingernail and was richly decorated with small white diamonds, making it look like a wreath made of roses and gypsophila, making it a unique and extravagant design.
My small face looked much brighter than usual even though I used light makeup.
“I didn’t think something like this would suit me.”
The festive skirt, all of the primary colors, went so well with my red hair and my golden eyes that it made me feel like the passionate beauty I was.
“Madam, you have fair skin, so any color goes well with it.”
"That's interesting. I feel like a different person.”
Madame Marcel smiled cutely at me as I kept looking at myself in the mirror.
"Lady. It’s time to come out.”
The butler pushed her head into the tent and as he spoke, her eyes widened.
Madame Marcel and Hannah burst out laughing at the same time as if they were satisfied with the reaction.
“The skirt may be uncomfortable, so walk slowly.”
As we headed to the square where the festival was held, escorted by a butler, we heard shouts and singing that seemed to resonate through the sky.
My heart pounded.
Until now, I have never done anything since I came out as the Duchess of Rowen Estate, but after making my face known like this today, that will be different from tomorrow.
But as I approached the square step by step, the surroundings became quiet, as if the people around me had turned off.
I was so nervous that I didn't feel it at first, but as I reached Kaian, who was waiting for me in the square, the music, which had been playing well, suddenly stopped.
'Because I'm from Vermont?'
I suppressed my anxious heart and stood in front of Kaian.
Kaian also looked dashing in his proper clothes for the festival. Beneath the well-groomed and exposed forehead, the eyes glowed red in the midday sun.
Kaian pursed his lips and looked as cold as usual.
However, today I was unable to catch a glimpse into the mind of my husband, whom I was now able to read quite well.
I'm pretty or something.
'I knew I was wrong and stingy with such compliments, but is he offended? Because these fancy clothes don't suit me?'
I took Kaian's hand, which was extended to me, and I started walking towards the circular square, matching my steps with him.
When the band started playing again after an awkward silence, the crowd applauded in rhythm.
It was only for a moment that Kaian lifted me in his arms.
"Uh?"
As I opened my eyes wide in surprise, Kaian whispered in my ear.
“Ma’am, please calm down.”
As he spun me around with his formidable strength, my festive skirt, which Madame Marcel had put all her might into, fluttered layer after layer, the petticoats unfolding in order of the colors of the rainbow, from red to purple.
Wow!
As people admired the spectacle, their cheers grew louder, as if their excitement had returned.
I was out of breath.
Even though I barely took any steps and was held in the air and swung around Kaian, I seemed to be intoxicated by the excitement of the festival.
There were people everywhere, and the world was spinning dizzyingly.
When the dancing stopped.
"OMG. OMG."
I was gasping and held tightly to him.
“Claudel. Lift your head up.”
When I raised my head and saw him, Kaian lowered his head and kissed me.
Wow! Wow!
The crowd cheered wildly.
The sound blinded my ears, and the dazzling shower of flower petals blinded my eyes.
I couldn't remember how I got back to the castle because I was out of my mind.
“Kaian.”
When we returned, seemingly drunk, he had locked my bedroom door and trapped me under his arm.
“Have you decided to drive me crazy?”
“W-what...”
The dress was pulled down at once by his touch.
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