Winter thought about changing his clothes, wanting to look nice to her, but decided that what he needed now was sympathy, not prettiness, so he returned to his pajamas and went to bed.
Violet was asleep, completely unaware of what was happening outside. It seemed that the cold medicine that the employees had finally given her after begging her was now working properly.
Everyone was so excited about the news that she wouldn't leave. Winter muttered, raising one corner of his mouth.
"Even if I try not to call it that. She is a Princess loved by everyone."
When Violet closed her hands in her sleep, as if searching for something, Winter held her hand. Seeing Violet relieved and falling back to sleep, Winter rested his head in his other hand and observed her.
Even though 20 days had passed, it still didn't feel real that she was lying in his bed.
The organs of his entire body began to vibrate so violently that it seemed as if they had been sabotaged.
Anyway, it ended up like this, so he wanted to lock the doors and windows and live in their own space like this.
***
Violet slept for a really long time.
She woke up briefly in the middle of the night, but after that, she fell back asleep and slept until the next morning.
Violet opened her eyes, then widened in the pouring sunlight, and raised her upper body. As she looked around, the bedroom door opened and Winter, who had gotten used to his cane after a day, walked in, frowning at his still pain.
"You're a terrible sleeper. You slept for sixteen hours."
"Me, me?"
It seemed like she couldn't believe it either. For some reason, she slept so much that her back hurt.
"I was waiting for you to wake up so I could write a contract about canceling the divorce, but you stayed up all day."
"Did I sleep that long? Really?"
"Stop talking in your sleep and get up. Let's go write a contract."
"Oh, I'll at least wash my face and come back. I'm embarrassed because I slept too much."
Violet's cheeks were red as if she was truly embarrassed. She said with a look in her eyes that seemed pitiful about where Winter was.
"Yes, whether you wait sixteen or seventeen hours, that is it, my Princess. Don't be too embarrassed."
She blinked and quickly went into the room
Violet quickly started dressing up before that impatient man attacked her. Jen focused on Violet's hair as if she wasn't Interested in the outside situation.
Perhaps because she slept so well, her skin and hair were smoother than a few days ago. Jen, who parted her hair in half and tied it into a half braid with the flowers in it, said, cupping her mouth with both her hands.
"Little Madam, is fun no matter what I do."
"Are you having fun?"
Violet laughed as if she was wondering what she was talking about, but Jen honestly thought that the best thing she did in life was her career choice. Every time she changed Violet's hairstyle, Violet's beautiful face looked cute and elegant. It was so cute now that she thought she was going crazy.
At that time, when Winter entered, Jen placed the contract paper on the table where the two were to sit and left. Violet was puzzled, but Winter couldn't let go of his impatient nature and came and sat down on the chair at his usual speed, clicking his cane. Then he pounded his fist on the table, waiting for his pain to subside.
"It hurts a lot?"
When Violet tried to put her hand on his thigh out of concern, Winter hurriedly grabbed her wrist and lifted it up.
"Please don't touch me at any time."
"I pity you for being sick."
"Better hit me. That would be less painful."
"You really don't like me touching you?'
Violet looked upset and said another word as if she didn't understand.
"It's selfish."
"What?"
"You touched me even though I didn't let you touch me. I heard that's how you normally have a marital relationship."
"... That's different. It was night."
"It was daytime. It was a time that didn't last long."
"Stop arguing. I can touch it, you can't. Is it okay?"
"Oh my God."
"Oh my, what is this, you selfish bastard."
Winter sarcastically looked at the wide-eyed Violet. However, when Violet frowned as if telling him not to do it, she immediately pretended to cover her mouth with her hand.
Looking at the prank, it seemed like he wasn't in a very bad mood.
The two people took turns writing down the necessary information on a contract. While waiting for Violet to write, Winter twirled the pen in his hand as if performing tricks. When he wrote, he had to push away the paperweight and place the paper crookedly to match his posture in order to lose his sense of purpose, wrote in the contract.
The two people that the divorce should be canceled first and that Winter would have full authority over the divorce in the future. Violet's handwriting was fluid and Winter had a hurried handwriting that matched his personality. But today, for some reason, he was writing clearly.
Winter said.
"Since I agreed to stay married, let's agree on the terms.
"Great. Tell me."
"First, from now on, you have to go to all the parties I want to go to."
Violet nodded at his words.
"It seems like it's helpful for business."
"Of course."
That wasn't the reason at all. However, Winter just wanted to solidify that Violet was his wife by going to parties around the neighborhood.
Now he would hold a party here and gain social power, and in the process, it was clear that many young people would come and go to this mansion. He was thinking of warning them in advance.
Violet asked.
"What about the second?"
"This is really important."
"Yes."
"I hope you don't leave any broccoli behind in the future. I like vegetables, so it's sad to see them being left behind."
Violet flinched at his words. Violet, who was speechless, asked cautiously.
"If you don't want me to leave broccoli behind, how about taking it out of your meal?"
"Didn't you understand me? That I like it. You eat it too because I like it."
Winter gestured at the paper as if telling her to write quickly instead of resisting.
Violet sighed deeply and asked without realizing it.
"What about the third?"
"That's two."
"Really? Anything else? Even if you don't come home, don't ask when I'll be coming."
"It's not something like that to be written down in a contract."
"Just a little broccoli?"
"Isn't it up to me to set the conditions? Why are you questioning me like this?"
As Winter furrowed his eyebrows and spoke, Violet wrote down the second condition with a somewhat sullen look on her face.
Don't leave any broccoli behind.
After writing that down, Violet looked at the contract, which looked scanty and unimportant no matter how she looked at it.
"There's nothing special."
"I didn't even want a divorce in the first place. You said you didn't want to live with me."
He spoke like a sulky child, and Violet spoke as if she didn't understand.
"I thought since you suggested a consideration period first, of course, you would want it too."
"So, why do I hold on to someone who doesn't want to live with me?"
"I see. There was a lack of communication."
Violet picked up the contract, checked it, and asked him.
"Then I don't have to agree to your conditions?"
"It's too late because the contract has already been signed. Don't leave any broccoli behind. Of course, eat other vegetables if possible. You're an adult."
In the end, the contract ended with a story about broccoli. Winter immediately handed over the contract to the lawyer brought by Hayel.
Winter said, unable to hide his joy.
"If we show up together at the title succession ceremony next month, it'll be
worth seeing Ash Lawrence's expression."
Violet was relieved. Because Winter's. the expression looked happy. However, Winter's expression soon darkened again and he asked.
"What about the child? You can't have children with me."
"I haven't had time to think about it yet. I want to put out the urgent fire first."
"Right."
Winter nodded.
Violet studied his expression. The fact that they weren't getting divorced seemed to make him very excited, but as soon as the topic of children came up, his expression darkened.
He was quite fond of children. In Chiron, the neighborhood kids, who at first trembled and called him a scary man, Iater called him a rich man and thought It was a game to run away laughing. It was natural for them to be happy because as soon as Winter appeared, there would be plenty of food for the entire village, but when children asked him to play, he did not harshly refuse them like an adult.
That's not all, he even promised jobs for the children in the Calibon mining area, saying they wanted to come to the capital. Violet saw him like that and thought he would be a good father, and considering his life, she thought it would be good for him to become a father.
It would have been impossible if she were with him.
Now Winter thinks this is the answer, but later she may think it was the wrong answer. But Violet decided to stay by Winter's side, including everything.
When he took the airship out, Violet was sure.
He may have no other answer. He said that he had figured out a way to change their body, and she believed it about 90% of the time that the reason their body changed was because of his bloodline.
However, the 10% doubt never disappeared for a moment. On the day when Violet visited him without knowing it was going to rain, she remembered him forgetting to wear shoes and telling Winter not to go to the capital barefoot. Her suspicions increased that day, and again the day he woke up from the nightmare, and seeing him go out on the airship, her doubts grew by half.
Half the odds were huge. If there was no other correct answer for him, she decided to offer her own answer.
Violet held out her hand.
"The deal is done, let's shake hands."
"What kind of handshake do couples do?"
Winter slapped her hand like he would a friend and made a frustrated expression.
"It's so uncomfortable it's driving me crazy. How long do I have to use a cane? I'm not even an old man. I want to go out. I want to work. I will turn away."
"You can't even blame others."
"Why can't I do it? It's my parents' fault. Shit."
As Winter grumbled, Violet spoke to him as if she had decided.
"I will never let something like that happen again."
"You? By what means."
When Winter asked, Violet placed her hands on the table and spoke in a strong tone.
"I have decided something."
"What?"
"I will be good to you."
"Why?"
"I've been meaning to do that since I first told you about your parents. To be nice to you. I decided to let people know that relationships between people can be built without money."
"..."
"You know I'm a conservative person. I feel responsible to you. Of course, in today's world, I could be wrong and you could be right. Or maybe you and I are just different. But I want you to believe what I believe."
As Violet spoke carefully, Winter nodded. And then he opened his mouth.
"It's up to you. I want you to believe what I believe."
"What is the importance of money?"
"..."
Winter, who was trying to make a joke, was left speechless by Violet's obvious answer.
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