Winter said, deciding to cut the flip before anything else.
"How difficult can a massage be like this? I am someone who has never done anything like this."
"Is that so?"
During the three years of marriage, he tried to hide the fact that he had worked as a servant when he was young, but once Violet found out, there were surprisingly many things she could criticize.
Violet said as Winter poured expensive perfume on Violet's feet.
"Flip didn't swell that much?"
"I have my way."
Winter lost his temper and grabbed Vlolet's feet, which were dripping with scented oil, with both hands. And when he rubbed the top of her foot with his thumb, Violet shivered.
She doesn't understand what's going on, but it really hurts more than anything else.
Flip massaged Violet's feet carefully, fearing even the slightest shock, while Winter carelessly pressed Violet's feet and calves with his strong hands.
Unable to say anything, Violet just bit her lip and endured the pain. Winter, who was massaging Violet's bright red feet, felt something strange and looked at Violet. Winter narrowed his eyes and asked, seeing that she was in so much pain that tears were welling up in her eyes.
"It hurts?"
As Violet nodded slightly, Winter said in awe.
"Then you have to talk."
"It's hard to talk to someone who works so hard..."
It's not that it wasn't, it just didn't seem simple to massage a woman's feet with such a large body.
Winter, who does everything in excess, poured almost the entire bottle of perfume, causing the whole room to smell like jasmine.
After somehow finishing the massage, Winter brought slippers and put them on for Violet. As she stood up from her seat, her feet, covered in perfume, were slippery and her slippers immediately came off.
No matter how calm Violet was, she was a little upset and muttered to herself in a low voice.
"Why did you tell Flip to leave for no reason?"
"..."
He had nothing to say.
Winter picked up her slippers and knelt on the floor. He then raised his head and saw Violet.
She was looking down at him with eyes that were a little more emotional than usual. When Violet lifted her foot slightly, Winter held her ankle with one hand and put on the slippers with the other. His arm strength was so strong that Violet barely stumbled into her slippers. When Winter looked at his wife's eyes, looking down at him, he suddenly remembered the eyes of the nobles he hated most in the world.
The look in the eyes, that makes his blood run low. Violet's eyes were more intense than anything he hated. It was an elegant and perfect look in her eyes that seemed to control everything from his head to his toes from the moment he was born to the moment he died.
Because of that look in her eyes, he thought that he might have wanted Violet to break down and fall into his arms.
She just doesn't do anything. Just helplessly live in the Kingdom he created. He might have thought that way.
Is there any emotion stronger than hatred? What kind of feeling is this? Is it a bigger hatred?
When Winter held onto her ankle without moving even after putting on the slippers, Violet spoke first.
"So, what brought you here?"
"Ah."
Only then did Winter stand up and open his mouth.
"I told my parents about leaving the house yesterday."
"Yes."
"It seemed like my parents didn't like me leaving."
Ah.
"But as you said, it is indeed difficult to come and go, so I said I would prepare a place to stay in the capital. I will soon be looking for a house in the capital, and if I have to stay there for a few months, you can come and stay there too. I will think about completely branching out later."
Violet, whose eyes darkened as she thought he was saying that branching out would not be possible, belatedly understood what he meant and asked.
"Really?"
"Yes. You choose the house. I'm just going to sleep anyway."
"You can stay at the hotel."
"Don't talk nonsense. The capital is a much more party-filled place than here. It would be difficult to survive if I was like you and only received invitations and did not host."
It didn't matter whether it was a hotel or a house. Either way was good. She thought she would be happy with just one month of coverage a year, but this went further than that.
Violet, who was expressing her joy with a faint smile, soon remembered Winter's words asking her to express her joy more clearly.
However, as he said, Jumping up and down was unimaginable, Violet took a step closer to Winter. Then, she leaned her head into his arms in a very awkward position.
"Thank you."
"What are you doing?"
When Winter completely froze up and asked, "It was her best effort," Violet thought she had made a mistake and took a step back.
"You said you didn't know if I was really happy."
"So."
"It's an expression. If you don't like it, I won't do it again."
When Violet suppressed her embarrassment and spoke calmly, Winter suddenly grabbed her waist. Then Violet looked up at him with a somewhat stiff expression.
Even with his eyes closed or open, his face exuded a strong feeling. The sharp bridge of the nose and closed lips, the eyebrows, and the straight forehead look like they have a fierce personality even when viewed separately.
Those eyes, which she still believes symbolize poverty, overflowed with the arrogance of successful people.
Violet asked.
"Are you angry?"
"I'm not this calm when I'm angry."
Ah.
Violet said nothing more. However, as Winter just stared at her, she eventually opened her mouth again.
"I was invited to lunch. I'm going to be late if you keep doing this."
"You can be late."
"A gentleman is never late for his appointment."
"What on earth makes me a gentleman?"
"Why not? You are the eldest son of the Blooming family."
"Every time I said that the nobles looked at me with rabbit eyes as if that couldn't be possible. The look in their eyes that asks. How can a beggar living in the slums wear a top hat?"
"Not really."
"That's right. It's because you can't look into their eyes."
"You saw it when my body changed. It's not really like that. It's not that they look down on you, they're afraid of you. They say they are afraid and are trying to suppress them based on their status. If you don't behave like a gentleman, they will laugh at you behind your back."
"..."
"Now you can make others fearful without having to be arrogant."
Winter, who had been listening to her in silence, soon snorted.
"That's why our Princess can always be so humble."
"It's not about me."
"Anyway, I still think you're saying something you don't know. Ah, while I was talking. Last time you said you would change your body, right? There is a day shortly when I wish I could change it. When you get there, you'll know what I mean."
"Where is it?"
"Cantus Monastery. I'd like to sell the wine exclusively to the hotel, but the standards there aren't usually high."
"Now that I think about it, there was a party supporting Cantus Monastery on the first Sunday of September."
Violet nodded as if she knew what he meant and said jokingly.
"It's full of people who make easy things difficult."
Winter burst out laughing at her words without realizing it. Violet thought this moment of Winter laughing at her words was unreal, and she quietly laughed along.
"Great. Then, as an example of the Bu nga story, I will change your body that day. let's go together."
"Good. Then get ready to go."
Violet nodded and started walking, but stumbled a little because her feet were still slippery. She said in surprise as Winter picked Violet up as if it were nothing special and carried her to the dressing room.
"I can walk now."
"I know."
Winter responded and walked away. He soon set his wife down in front of the dressing room and turned on the light.
"Anyway, why on earth are you wearing such a black dress? It's not like that in the capital."
Violet looked at Winter, wondering where she should begin to explain her question, which he knew nothing about.
After thinking for a while, she asked.
"Do you want to go?"
"What?"
"On Saturdays, my mother holds a small tea party in the garden. I don't do it during the summer because it's hot, but I start again towards the end of August. Change it a day early and on Saturday. Of course, unless you are busy at that time. If you're not busy, please go for me."
"I said I would go to the party with you, but I didn't say I would go alone. What does a black dress have to do with me going there in the first place?"
"I'm saying this because it matters. Anyway, please at least think about it. Then I will prepare."
After Violet finished speaking, she entered the dressing room and closed the door.
Left alone in a quiet space, she thought for a moment.
Through this asceticism, she thought that her husband's statement that he did not hate her might not have been entirely a lie.
After listening to the request for a separate house, she gradually began to have expectations for her husband.
She was hoping that if her husband went to the tea party in person, he might recognize her loneliness.
Perhaps, if only her husband would understand her feelings, she would be so afraid of death.
I might never switch bodies with him again, Violet thought.
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