Before Winter could ask why, Violet gently wrapped her arms around him.
"Now shall we look at the market?"
Winter rubbed the back of his neck and grumbled, unable to control his temper.
"You mean you don't completely understand?"
"Yes. I'll raise the rest as a problem."
"Also?"
"You're good at answering subjective questions. By resorting to all kinds of unreasonable means."
"You said I did something unreasonable."
Winter said and walked towards the market.
"Anyway, that weakling, run away even if you sense him from afar."
"Yes. And I tell you again, we never meet separately."
"I know. I know more clearly than you."
Violet didn't understand Winter's words at all, but she was worried for no reason.
"You drink a lot and smoke a lot. You can't fall into something like that."
"If you don't like it, I just quit. I'll hang up."
"Lie."
"Why am I lying?"
"You won't hang up even if I say that."
"Hang up. I am your husband. From then on, my body is yours. Whether you cut it or eat it, it's up to you."
"... Is that so?"
Violet looked up at him, then smiled.
Today Violet definitely knew what she was thinking.
She loved Winter Blooming. So much so that she, who had strong pride and valued manners, changed.
The most important family to her was him. This was an obvious fact.
Love would be a separate issue. Maybe she will never love him again. But on the other hand, she may also be in love with him.
If that's really the case, this impatient man will come running to her as soon as he knows how she feels.
Violet thought that such a day might never come, but at the same time, just imagining it made her smile with joy.
***
This market, which opened for the first time in 15 days, was full of small handicrafts brought by small merchants.
Violet fell in love with the joy of seeing various things made by various people. She would have been happier if Winter hadn't been buying everything at random.
Violet sighed as she looked at the items the servants were loading into the carriage.
"It's enough to open a new market."
Winter opened his eyes wide and said as if it was absurd to hear the dissatisfaction in her voice.
"You said they were cute."
"That doesn't mean I'm buying everything."
"Why do you girls say it's cute if you don't want to buy it?"
"Because it's cute."
"I really don't understand."
While the two were bickering, a girl who looked to be about five or six years old ran up to Violet and held out a flower.
"It's a gift, Princess!"
Then Violet smiled and took the flower from the child's fern hand.
"Oh my God, you're so pretty. What is your name?"
"It's Sophia!"
"Hello, Sophia. I'm Violet. Thank you so much for the gift."
Sophia was embarrassed by Violet's friendly greeting, then smiled and waved and ran back to her parents.
Winter said with a smile.
"Why are you talking to the kid?"
Then Violet, who was smelling the scent of the flowers, said.
"But you don't speak well."
"The only people who approach me first are people who are trying to make some easy money. You have to know my name before you approach me."
"You are so..."
When Violet looked at him with a trail of silence, Winter narrowed his eyes and asked.
"Why, what?"
Sometimes she feels like she's conceited, and sometimes she feels like she has little self-esteem. Violet thought she was a relatively simple type of person. She has lived an honest almost entirely public life. But Winter was complicated. He said it was difficult to understand Violet, but Violet said the opposite.
As Violet was touching the soft petals of a flower, Sophia, who had given her the flower, jumped up and down and made a show of interest as if asking her to look after her younger sister. Violet smiled brightly as she looked at the baby, now about a year old, wrapped in swaddling clothes and being held by his mother.
At that sight, Winter unconsciously gritted his teeth and turned his head away.
His heart ached. Winter said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Even the child will understand."
"Yes "
"As long as you don't join hands with another man and run away. It's okay for me to have a child."
Violet slightly narrowed her eyes at his words.
"What do you mean? Never."
"Don't be too conservative. It's better to have a child with Princess blood than to bring a child whose blood isn't mixed with both of us."
"Why do you always talk like that?
"It means to think rationally. You desperately wanted a child. I wish I had one too. But since no child will be born between the two of us, your bloodline is better than the two of us. I don't want a child with gray eyes anyway."
"..."
So what I'm saying is."
"Stop it."
"Nothing like a miracle happens."
Violet hit her lip at Winter's grave words. She felt like she was suddenly pulled out of a fairy tale and brought back to reality. He was this kind of man. A man who hates even pretty words. He sometimes spits out disparaging remarks that are hurtful to her.
Violet looked at Winter with a sad face and opened her mouth.
"Let's take a separate carriage today."
"Anyway. Ride first."
At Winter's words, Violet turned around, got into the carriage she was riding in, and left with Jen.
After a while, Hayel came running, took a deep breath, and spoke to Winter.
"I heard you were talking about children?"
"What is that? If she's going to leave me because you don't have children, it's better to have children with other children."
"Even if you think so, it's 100 much for you to say it."
Winter clicked his tongue and messed with his hair. Then he sighed and asked.
"Am I the problem this time too? How neat Is it? Compared to turning into a surplus."
"Hmm. It's similarly bad."
"Shit!"
Winter cursed angrily.
In the past, he thought the problem was the Princess getting hurt by misinterpreting his words, but when he looked at the reactions, it seemed like his problem was much bigger.
***
After the owner and his wife had a fight, the atmosphere in the mansion became cold. The mansion, which was always full of laughter, became quiet.
Winter felt that he should definitely apologize this time. So he went to Violet's bedroom and knocked on the door but she didn't answer. So he looked towards the outdoor stairs and saw Violet wandering around the garden in her pajamas.
Winter hurried down the stairs. Then, he walked a little away with his back behind him and said.
"It's hot."
"..."
Violet didn't answer, so Winter frowned, then kicked the dirt with his shoe and spoke.
"The soil is a bit too wet to kneel on."
"..."
Violet's shoulders moved slightly as if his sudden words were just a little funny.
Winter said, capturing the moment.
"I did it because I was anxious. I just said something, so if you get upset, just ignore it."
"It should have been ignorable, so l ignored it."
Violet wondered if she was talking to herself or talking back.
Winter, who thought it was cute and almost burst out laughing, covered his mouth with his hand. Then she looked up at the bright blue sky, quieted her laughter, and said.
"But we have to talk about children sometimes. We can't just cover it up like this."
"I can't because I'm anxious."
Violet reluctantly nodded at Winter's words.
"I'll do it later. After the succession ceremony."
"Yes. Until then, let's not talk about it."
"I do."
Violet then tapped the floor with her feet and spoke.
"Today look after it because the soil is wet."
When Winter burst out laughing at her words. Violet looked at him as if it was nothing to laugh at.
When she came back after some reconciliation, Lulu was waiting for her. Lulu relieved that the atmosphere between the two had eased, spoke to Winter.
"Sir, the Big Madam and Master will arrive a the capital in the evening in three days."
"Right."
Since there was a capital on the way from the southern to the northern villa, the Duke and Duchess of Blooming were planning to stay in the capital's seaside villa that Winter had previously gifted them. The plan was clear to attend the capital's social parties there.
That was natural. If the title issue was at stake, they also needed to gather support.
Violet said to Winter, unknowingly feeling a little nervous.
"I guess I should prepare dinner."
"You don't have to be gone for a while. Go out with Jen."
"I can't do that."
"We're going to talk about money. It will be rude for you to hear it, so I tell you later."
"They will also talk about Diev. The Blooming, family must have been very angry because they didn't let you come up. So I should be there."
"..."
Winter looked worried.
"Do it, then."
"Thank you."
Violet smiled.
Winter knew that since he couldn't lose his temper without his wife around, it was better to scold them without Violet. But at the same time, he also had faith in her. She is a strong-willed person and will not break down easily.
Besides, after calling off the divorce, he felt something important.
It was true that if his wife and he were together, they would become stronger and more difficult to deal with.
Winter thought that and was about to head to his room when Violet, looking behind her, opened her mouth.
"I guess you practiced your walking?"
Then Winter said with a grave expression.
"Otherwise, you're going to ask me to change my body."
"No. You do not want?"
"No. Your body is always sore and weak."
"It's too much."
"I don't want to change my body anymore, no matter how safe it is in the first place."
"There are too many scary things."
Winter replied and looked back at Violet. She nodded silently and smiled at him. When she approaches, death takes ten steps back and when she smiles, sunshine comes into his heart.
I wanted to live more and more. Probably, always, if she doesn't even abandon him.
***
Harlin, who had translated much of the necessary content from the book, sighed and closed the book.
"I guess this is worth the money, right?"
This gave Harlin, who had been sick the whole time and had nothing to do except read books with his twin brother, giving him a great sense of accomplishment.
He looked proud at the thought of having accomplished something with his own hand.
He looked again at the facts he had found. There were some things he didn't understand right now, but he could figure them out by asking Winter questions. Harlin checked what he had written again, thought for a moment, tilted his head, and then looked at the contents again.
"But if this happens, wouldn't it be possible for a child to be born between you two?"
He thought about it for a moment, but it was just his guess, and even if it were true, the probability was very low, so he decided not to write down such details in order not to torture unnecessary hopes.
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