“It’s grandmother’s style.”
“What does that mean?”
"Well. How can I know something that you don’t know?”
Claudel was amazed that an old, middle-aged doctor could know something like this, but in reality, most of it was done by Kaian.
“It was something my mother liked.”
It was something Madame Elise enjoyed during her lifetime.
Kaian had never known that the flowers scattered all over Rowen had something called 'flower language', but once he became interested in it, it had a lot of meaning and was fun.
After learning that lavender's flower language means 'waiting for you' and 'please answer me', he followed in her footsteps with tulips and sent them to her.
'Because I can't say it out loud.'
After he found out that Claudel had a child, he sometimes remembered the woman's face when she confessed her feelings to him in the castle.
When he thought of her eyes looking at him with a mixture of disappointment and sadness, his heart throbbed and he felt bad.
Kaian was trying to appease it by sending flowers like this. It's grandmother's taste.
“Well, if Madame Elise were alive, she would have become a grandmother, so she is not wrong.”
The doctor replied that Claudel's senses were surprisingly sharp.
“Was there anything else besides that?”
"Yes. Every day she was tired and asked if she had to do something, but I said she had to do it.”
"Good job. She must not be allowed to take her eyes off for even a moment’s nonsense.”
“But there was something I was a little worried about today.”
“Was there any problem?”
The doctor shrugged his shoulders as he felt the air around Kaian suddenly change.
'Oh my. If there's really something wrong, he'll catch the doctor with his eyes.'
The doctor with a shrunken liver said.
“There is no problem yet. She seems to be a little short of breath.”
"Breath?"
“When you are pregnant with a baby, your blood pressure may rise or your pulse may speed up.”
He explained step by step.
“It seems like she is breathing shallowly and breathing quickly.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Wouldn’t there be a shortage of breath being delivered to the baby? When giving birth, the umbilical cord that connects the baby to the mother's body must be cut before the baby can breathe on its own. Until then, how critical will her mother’s health be?”
“...Is it."
“If we have time, we may have to catch one more buffalo. It was definitely an elixir.”
“Make sure you keep an eye on her.”
"Yes, My Lord.”
After the doctor left, Kaian took out a cloth bag hidden under his desk.
“I also prepared a mustard poultice.”
It was a hobby of Madame Elise who spent lavishly on expensive herbs and medicinal herbs for her relaxation.
“It’s grandmother’s taste. Do noble ladies’ preferences change over the years?”
It was a true grandmother's taste, but he decided not to recommend it in the future.
Kaian quietly placed his pockets back under his desk.
“What’s trending these days? If there is something good, who knows best?”
Thinking that he would soon have to send a telegram to Madame Cronach about popular items in the capital, Kaian turned his attention to work again.
But he failed in ten seconds.
It was true that he didn't feel well every time he saw the doctor these days.
'As a Lord, I am so burdened with official duties.'
Ever since he found out that the doctor who had brought her bouquets, incense, and all sorts of things that he had asked him to bring on his errand, was putting the flowers in his hair like a clown, and drinking tea with her, smiling, Kaian, too. He was jealous without knowing.
'I can't even see her, I'm at work.'
Kaian couldn't hold back his anger and jumped up from his seat.
At that moment, the butler who was coming down the hallway to the office saw him and came running in surprise.
“My Lord. Where are you going."
“I’m going to visit Claudel for a bit.”
Then the stubborn expression on his face softened and the butler nodded.
“Please come back.”
“Sending funds to the farmers’ union in the Pagos region.”
"Yes. I'll take care of it. There was a lot of dissatisfaction because work was done the most slowly in the Rowen estate, which is said to be the land with the most serfs.”
“So I was really planning to deal with it today.”
“Isn’t this something My Lord has already confirmed several times? Please rest in peace.”
The coldness disappeared from Kaian's face at the butler's words.
"Yes."
The person who could not have known that Claudel was pregnant was also the butler.
When the butler heard that his wife, who was dying, had recovered her health and conceived his successor, the butler became very generous.
After Kaian returned from the battlefield, he completely stopped managing the territory, but isn't it true that a loyal confidant understands his master's feelings?
The only person in the castle who cared about the lord's welfare was the butler.
Leaving behind Baron Colon's warm smile, Kaian headed to Claudel's bedroom.
He then ran into Burbrook walking across the hall.
“What’s going on?”
The hallway in front of Claudel's visit on the second floor was, by Kaian's order, restricted to only the maids. As soon as he saw the man walking shakily, Kaian reacted sensitively and raised his eyebrows.
As soon as Burbrook encountered Kaian, he quickly bowed and said hello.
"Hello, My Lord. I’m on my way back after offering an apple to Madam.”
"Pardon?"
“I’ve been visiting Madam a few times lately to see if she liked the freshly picked apples she ate during the Festival.”
Now that he thinks about it, Kaian recently saw a basket of apples sitting in Claudel's bedroom, and it seemed like she ate them looking for something that appealed to her.
'They say that when you have a child, you start thinking about what you want to eat, right?'
If he knew the truth, he think she would have hugged him cutely and begged him.
She didn't see anything like that and wondered if she should do this just to see a rich movie, but since it was what Claudel wanted, it was best for her to feel at ease.
"Right. Bring it to my wife whenever she calls. I'm counting on you."
“Yes, yes. I will.”
Burbrook bowed and disappeared.
When Kaian knocked on Claudel's bedroom door, he could not hear her voice welcoming him from inside. In front of the door was a shallow, loosely woven basket filled with apples, probably brought by Burbrook. Kaian picked it up.
A moment later, Hannah quietly opened the door and bowed her head to him.
“My Lord. Ma’am, she just fell asleep.”
"Yes?"
“Shall I bring you some tea?”
“That won’t happen. I’ll take a break for a while.”
“I will take the apples. Give it to me.”
"Sone. I might find Claudel when she wakes up.”
“Then I will leave.”
As soon as Hannah disappeared, Kaian quietly approached the bed.
Claudel, lying on her side with a pillow in her arms, slept well.
The doctor told him that pregnant women tend to have increased sleep. He also said that it was proof that the baby was growing well.
Maybe that's why these days, unlike before, there were often days when he came to the bedroom late and she fell asleep alone.
“I’m glad your insomnia is cured.”
He had been married to Claudel for less than half a year.
On top of that, he spent time dealing with her illness after she got hurt, and she greeted him and welcomed him every time he came to her bedroom, and it seemed like it was only about three months.
However, the fact that Claudel did not welcome him felt empty all over again.
When he saw a woman sleeping peacefully, he was amazed that she was sleeping well without him, but he was also sad and wanted to wake her up.
She opened her eyes lazily and with eyes filled with light as clear as jewels, he wanted her to look at him.
Kaian carefully picked up the hair that had fallen towards Claudel's face, who was lying with her cheek on the cushion, as if half-prone.
Then his fingers touched the warm, soft cheek of the sleeping woman.
“You like apples.”
If you peel off the red skin of a well-ripened apple, doesn't the inside look this beautiful?
Kaian smiled because he thought he was looking for something like him.
Kaian, who was watching Claudel sleeping soundly, went out of the bedroom and looked for the butler.
“Did you find it, My lord?”
“Things to see today. Bring it here.”
If he was going to be thinking about his sleeping wife all the time in the office, it would be better to work here.
***
Coming out of the gate, Burbrook whipped the donkey pulling his cart.
"This guy. This guy. Run quickly.”
However, it was too much urging for an old donkey like Burbrook whose better days had passed, so he trudged on towards the village at his own pace, pulling the empty cart regardless of whether his owner got angry or not.
“It would be faster to run.”
Arriving at the entrance of the village, Burbrook pulled the cart to the side of the road and tied a rope to the reins of the donkey. Then, while he was doing his business for a while, he would fill his stomach and quench his thirst in the pool of water.
He hurried to the bar as if he had an urgent appointment.
When he opened the door and entered, the owner looked at him and made a gesture. It meant that a guest waiting for him had already arrived.
Burbrook entered a room hidden behind curtains inside the building.
A woman with jet-black hair and blue eyes, who looked more like a pretty girl with round cheeks than a beauty, looked at him and pretended to know him.
“It’s late.”
When Antjone spoke in an innocent tone, he bowed.
"Oh my. I kept my precious young lady waiting. I came to see Madam.”
"Really? Again?”
As he pondered his thoughts, Burbrook asked her, as if he could not wait a moment.
“How is it? Isn’t it possible that she is interested in me?”
“It seems so. Surely."
Antjone blinked.
“Isn’t it possible that Madam has finally realized her situation?”
"What?"
“Otherwise, I would call the orchard manager, whom I have never seen before, to my bedroom twice in one week.”
Antjone urged Burbrook.
“Perhaps the lord realized that once his marriage period was over, he would send her to Burbrook.”
Burbrook's heart pounded.
"No way. Is that what the Lord means?”
"What?"
When Antjone was curious, Burbrook spoke triumphantly.
“For some reason, the lord said that I would take good care of his wife!”
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