“Those who cannot protect it have nothing to say even if it is taken from them.”
As she watched Burbrook's eager eyes rest on Claudel walking through the wide hall in Kaian's arms, she felt like she had a good idea.
“Now that I think about it, less than four months are left until the wedding period.”
Burbrook nodded his head at her words.
“Has it already happened like that? Hmm. Cough. Cough.”
Seeing the wretched man blushing was funny, but Antjone spoke seriously.
“How about expressing your feelings to the Duchess today?”
Courtier Makie raised his glass and sipped the remaining alcohol.
Outside the door, the butler was standing there, pondering the conversation they had just had.
'Makie, that guy drinks alcohol?'
Courtier Makie was a person who could not be taken lightly.
He was the person whom the young King, who succeeded Queen Sylvia after her death, trusted and kept close to him.
When the King changed, there were bound to be changes among the nobles. New relatives through marriage to the new King took center stage, or the power of collateral royal families grew depending on the succession.
Then, the probability that the former King's close associates will be liked by the new King is significantly lowered. Nevertheless, the courtier Makie was quite resourceful in that they were able to hold on to powerful positions without being pushed out of palace politics.
During her lifetime, Lady Elise went on outings to the capital two or three times a year, and unless the head of the family visited with her, she often stayed in the royal castle with the Queen rather than the capital residence.
Naturally, Baron Colon, who visited the capital together, often ran into Courtier Makie. However, as he remembers, he was a person who was known to rarely drink alcohol.
Outside the door, the butler was standing there, pondering the conversation they had just had.
'Makie, that guy drinks alcohol?'
Courtier Makie was a person who could not be taken lightly.
He was the person whom the young King, who succeeded Queen Sylvia after her death, trusted and kept close to him.
When the King changed, there were bound to be changes among the nobles. New relatives through marriage to the new King took center stage, or the power of collateral royal families grew depending on the succession.
Then, the probability that the former King's close associates will be liked by the new King is significantly lowered. Nevertheless, the courtier Makie was quite resourceful in that they were able to hold on to powerful positions without being pushed out of palace politics.
During her lifetime, Lady Elise went on outings to the capital two or three times a year, and unless the head of the family visited with her, she often stayed in the royal castle with the Queen rather than the capital residence.
Naturally, Baron Colon, who visited the capital together, often ran into Courtier Makie. However, as he remembers, he was a person who was known to rarely drink alcohol.
‘I can’t believe you gave me such a nice tea as a gift. Ha ha ha. Thank you. I enjoy tea more than alcohol.'
Baron Colon clearly remembered how happy he was when he presented him with special black tea from the estate.
'I drank alone on the day I came to see His Majesty.'
As if he was about to face something that would require him to get drunk.
The butler's premonition seemed to shout that everything about this situation was suspicious.
“Monitor Courtier Makie carefully and report immediately if there is anything unusual.”
"Yes."
After giving a firm warning to the attendant, he took the oil lamp and slowly made his way down the hallway, lighting it up.
“No matter what you plan, you should know that this side is not easy.”
He, who had served Temnes for a long time as if he had taken root in the land of Rowen, muttered as if making a promise.
When the day of the ball arrived, the area around Rowen Castle was crowded.
This event was the first ball held by the former Duchess of Temnes, who hosted events at Rowen Castle, after her death.
Laughter and excited voices were constantly heard among the crowded people.
“Ho ho ho. I was just waiting for this day.”
“I was wondering if I should move to the capital because I had been lonely for a while.”
The Duke of Temnes was not very fond of the entertainment. If there is no hostess to take care of the castle's household chores, if a prominent woman from the collateral family is willing to take the place, she may be able to throw a ball.
The head of the family had been to the battlefield for five years and was so immersed in work that even if he never received a request to dance, only the girls who wanted to hold the hand or make eye contact with the young Lord under the pretense of coincidence, even when performing a group dance, were anxious.
“How do you like my dress? Is it suited for me? It’s a new one.”
“You’re prettier to me.”
"What?"
Fights between the wives and young ladies took place here and there from time to time.
As the new Duchess took the position of hostess, many young ladies dreamed of a fancy ball at the castle, so every vassal in the estate was scheduled to attend.
Moreover, due to the rumor that the unmarried young King, who was well-known throughout the Kingdom of Oberon, was attending the event while visiting Rowen, other fiefdoms bordering the southern part of the capital also flocked to Rowen to attend the ball.
“When on earth can I enter the castle?”
"Now. Don't push, wait slowly! There! Don’t feed the buffalo!”
Even so, it was a closed castle with a drawbridge over the moat and the entrance road to the castle was not very wide. However, it was not possible to allow all carriages into the castle, so carriages were lined up in a row at the entrance, with only the owner present, and lined up along the road endlessly.
The castle gate guards were having a hard time today as well.
As the sun set, the orchestra's melody rang out under the light of a gorgeous chandelier.
The hall where the ball was being held was filled with a strange atmosphere.
They attended the event just to enjoy the song and dance, or to catch the eye of the King who had an empty seat next to him, but as soon as they entered Rowen Castle, they saw the King and Princess who seemed to have walked out of the portrait of Madame Elise, and everyone was speechless.
There were already exaggerated rumors about King Valquiterre's beauty through those invited to the welcome dinner. However, there was a world of difference between hearing about it from others and seeing it in person.
“I can’t believe there is someone so beautiful.”
“It is said the rumor that Her Majesty Sylvia had come back alive was true.”
Those who were older felt an indescribable aura from the King, who exuded a noble aura. The girls who were not yet married could not take their eyes off the blonde hair and mysterious blue eyes as if they were mesmerized.
On the other hand, as the prom began, the excited atmosphere took another turn.
There were still many people in the Rowen estate who had not yet seen the new Duchess.
This is because the Duchess did not show up at the wedding celebration, the estate festival was crowded with people, and only the closest knights were invited to the Duke's suddenly invited birthday celebration.
“They say she's a flower that withered in the rain.”
“She's just a flower.”
Everyone looked at Claudel's red hair as if they were fascinated.
"Mom, she's like a rose fairy.”
Her coiffed hair made Claudel look like a flower.
There they saw golden eyes reflecting the light, and everyone became quiet.
The Duchess, who was once said to be dying from herzol, came into the hall escorted by the matriarch with such elegance that one wondered if it was really her.
While the Duke and Duchess danced to announce the start of the ball, people unconsciously held their breath.
The Duchess got along so well with the Duke that it did not even occur to them that the Duke had married his enemy, Vermont.
Some people's hearts fluttered as they danced to the beat of each other, while others were moved to tears as they watched the hem of the dress covered in layers of swaying lace.
“They are a really good pair.”
They meant it when they said it.
“Now Temnes will finally become completely stable again.”
They proudly said that the new head of the family has truly achieved the dignity of an adult.
There was someone who couldn't help but feel anger at the sight, as Antjone was looking down at Kaian and Claudel dancing next to the pillar at the top of the stairs.
“What suits her? It doesn't suit her at all. You have to say something that makes sense.”
During the estate festival, she had to leave the place due to heard praise for Claudel's beauty.
But today was different even then.
During the Territory Festival, not many people saw them so closely dancing in the village square.
Looking at a person from afar and thinking that she is beautiful, and looking at a person up close and feeling mystical beauty as if it takes your breath away are two different things.
“It was originally my place.”
The woman who thought she had been robbed of the position she had purely dreamed of since she was young was now rotten to the core.
Antjone knew full well that she was a beauty. She was always the one to gain advantage by showing off or exploiting her natural charm.
But today, she couldn't help but feel the inevitable barrier of status.
To be honest, Antjone had the most vain delusions among the girls here when she came to the castle today.
'What if His Majesty King Valquiterre falls in love at first sight when he sees me?'
No one in the territory does not know that she passionately courted Kaian.
If I were to receive a marriage proposal from the King who is in love with me, I would be related to Kaian, so wouldn't it be embarrassing to see each other face to face?
No. We're going to go to the capital anyway, and Kaian has a reputation for not liking trips to the capital, so I don't think I need to worry about that.
And I don't know if His Majesty the King will like me. Once I get a marriage proposal, I'll think about it then.
Antjone attended the prom with a cute idea that if someone found out, they would be shocked and burst into laughter.
But today, isn't there even Princess Bianque, who is reputed to be the most extravagant person in the entire kingdom of Oberon?
Moreover, unlike during the Territory Festival, Claudel was decked out in large, colorful jewels.
During the Territory Festival, dancing was held in the village square, so it was customary not to wear expensive accessories that could be dropped and lost while dancing.
For a Duchess's attire, it was quite plain, except for the fact that she had added a high-class person named Madame Marcel to her dress, but Antjone, who had attended with the appearance of that time in mind, was so shabby that her outfit, which had put on a lot of effort, looked ridiculous. She couldn't bear the truth.
She was so embarrassed that she couldn't even go down to the hall where people were gathered and was disintegrating on the stairs.
“Antjone.”
Then Burbrook came calling to her. He wore a hat that she couldn't tell if he had decorated it in his own way, and a jacket made of the same material as a vest, but he didn't have any birthmarks, so it was hard to tell that he had grown up.
“What are you doing here alone?”
“I’m taking a break because I’m tired. There are too many people.”
The man who asked her what she was doing had no answer, so Antjone glanced at him.
Baron Colon clearly remembered how happy he was when he presented him with special black tea from the estate.
'I drank alone on the day I came to see His Majesty.'
As if he was about to face something that would require him to get drunk.
The butler's premonition seemed to shout that everything about this situation was suspicious.
“Monitor Courtier Makie carefully and report immediately if there is anything unusual.”
"Yes."
After giving a firm warning to the attendant, he took the oil lamp and slowly made his way down the hallway, lighting it up.
“No matter what you plan, you should know that this side is not easy.”
He, who had served Temnes for a long time as if he had taken root in the land of Rowen, muttered as if making a promise.
***
When the day of the ball arrived, the area around Rowen Castle was crowded.
This event was the first ball held by the former Duchess of Temnes, who hosted events at Rowen Castle, after her death.
Laughter and excited voices were constantly heard among the crowded people.
“Ho ho ho. I was just waiting for this day.”
“I was wondering if I should move to the capital because I had been lonely for a while.”
The Duke of Temnes was not very fond of the entertainment. If there is no hostess to take care of the castle's household chores, if a prominent woman from the collateral family is willing to take the place, she may be able to throw a ball.
The head of the family had been to the battlefield for five years and was so immersed in work that even if he never received a request to dance, only the girls who wanted to hold the hand or make eye contact with the young Lord under the pretense of coincidence, even when performing a group dance, were anxious.
“How do you like my dress? Is it suited for me? It’s a new one.”
“You’re prettier to me.”
"What?"
Fights between the wives and young ladies took place here and there from time to time.
As the new Duchess took the position of hostess, many young ladies dreamed of a fancy ball at the castle, so every vassal in the estate was scheduled to attend.
Moreover, due to the rumor that the unmarried young King, who was well-known throughout the Kingdom of Oberon, was attending the event while visiting Rowen, other fiefdoms bordering the southern part of the capital also flocked to Rowen to attend the ball.
“When on earth can I enter the castle?”
"Now. Don't push, wait slowly! There! Don’t feed the buffalo!”
Even so, it was a closed castle with a drawbridge over the moat and the entrance road to the castle was not very wide. However, it was not possible to allow all carriages into the castle, so carriages were lined up in a row at the entrance, with only the owner present, and lined up along the road endlessly.
The castle gate guards were having a hard time today as well.
As the sun set, the orchestra's melody rang out under the light of a gorgeous chandelier.
The hall where the ball was being held was filled with a strange atmosphere.
They attended the event just to enjoy the song and dance, or to catch the eye of the King who had an empty seat next to him, but as soon as they entered Rowen Castle, they saw the King and Princess who seemed to have walked out of the portrait of Madame Elise, and everyone was speechless.
There were already exaggerated rumors about King Valquiterre's beauty through those invited to the welcome dinner. However, there was a world of difference between hearing about it from others and seeing it in person.
“I can’t believe there is someone so beautiful.”
“It is said the rumor that Her Majesty Sylvia had come back alive was true.”
Those who were older felt an indescribable aura from the King, who exuded a noble aura. The girls who were not yet married could not take their eyes off the blonde hair and mysterious blue eyes as if they were mesmerized.
On the other hand, as the prom began, the excited atmosphere took another turn.
There were still many people in the Rowen estate who had not yet seen the new Duchess.
This is because the Duchess did not show up at the wedding celebration, the estate festival was crowded with people, and only the closest knights were invited to the Duke's suddenly invited birthday celebration.
“They say she's a flower that withered in the rain.”
“She's just a flower.”
Everyone looked at Claudel's red hair as if they were fascinated.
"Mom, she's like a rose fairy.”
Her coiffed hair made Claudel look like a flower.
There they saw golden eyes reflecting the light, and everyone became quiet.
The Duchess, who was once said to be dying from herzol, came into the hall escorted by the matriarch with such elegance that one wondered if it was really her.
While the Duke and Duchess danced to announce the start of the ball, people unconsciously held their breath.
The Duchess got along so well with the Duke that it did not even occur to them that the Duke had married his enemy, Vermont.
Some people's hearts fluttered as they danced to the beat of each other, while others were moved to tears as they watched the hem of the dress covered in layers of swaying lace.
“They are a really good pair.”
They meant it when they said it.
“Now Temnes will finally become completely stable again.”
They proudly said that the new head of the family has truly achieved the dignity of an adult.
There was someone who couldn't help but feel anger at the sight, as Antjone was looking down at Kaian and Claudel dancing next to the pillar at the top of the stairs.
“What suits her? It doesn't suit her at all. You have to say something that makes sense.”
During the estate festival, she had to leave the place due to heard praise for Claudel's beauty.
But today was different even then.
During the Territory Festival, not many people saw them so closely dancing in the village square.
Looking at a person from afar and thinking that she is beautiful, and looking at a person up close and feeling mystical beauty as if it takes your breath away are two different things.
“It was originally my place.”
The woman who thought she had been robbed of the position she had purely dreamed of since she was young was now rotten to the core.
Antjone knew full well that she was a beauty. She was always the one to gain advantage by showing off or exploiting her natural charm.
But today, she couldn't help but feel the inevitable barrier of status.
To be honest, Antjone had the most vain delusions among the girls here when she came to the castle today.
'What if His Majesty King Valquiterre falls in love at first sight when he sees me?'
No one in the territory does not know that she passionately courted Kaian.
If I were to receive a marriage proposal from the King who is in love with me, I would be related to Kaian, so wouldn't it be embarrassing to see each other face to face?
No. We're going to go to the capital anyway, and Kaian has a reputation for not liking trips to the capital, so I don't think I need to worry about that.
And I don't know if His Majesty the King will like me. Once I get a marriage proposal, I'll think about it then.
Antjone attended the prom with a cute idea that if someone found out, they would be shocked and burst into laughter.
But today, isn't there even Princess Bianque, who is reputed to be the most extravagant person in the entire kingdom of Oberon?
Moreover, unlike during the Territory Festival, Claudel was decked out in large, colorful jewels.
During the Territory Festival, dancing was held in the village square, so it was customary not to wear expensive accessories that could be dropped and lost while dancing.
For a Duchess's attire, it was quite plain, except for the fact that she had added a high-class person named Madame Marcel to her dress, but Antjone, who had attended with the appearance of that time in mind, was so shabby that her outfit, which had put on a lot of effort, looked ridiculous. She couldn't bear the truth.
She was so embarrassed that she couldn't even go down to the hall where people were gathered and was disintegrating on the stairs.
“Antjone.”
Then Burbrook came calling to her. He wore a hat that she couldn't tell if he had decorated it in his own way, and a jacket made of the same material as a vest, but he didn't have any birthmarks, so it was hard to tell that he had grown up.
“What are you doing here alone?”
“I’m taking a break because I’m tired. There are too many people.”
The man who asked her what she was doing had no answer, so Antjone glanced at him.
As she watched Burbrook's eager eyes rest on Claudel walking through the wide hall in Kaian's arms, she felt like she had a good idea.
“Now that I think about it, less than four months are left until the wedding period.”
Burbrook nodded his head at her words.
“Has it already happened like that? Hmm. Cough. Cough.”
Seeing the wretched man blushing was funny, but Antjone spoke seriously.
“How about expressing your feelings to the Duchess today?”
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