The blood drained from Arkan’s face, which had been sinking.
His pale features took on a sharper glow, and his deep golden eyes trembled with anger and insult.
“Say it again.”
Erdene retorted.
“Do you think you can’t do it if I tell you to? I asked what was in your head. What are you thinking about that makes you talk about lovers and mistresses whenever you get a chance?”
Arkan was speechless as she fiercely questioned him.
He was dumbfounded at the thought of what was in his head.
It was the first time in his life that he had heard such harsh words and had been suspected of such things. Regardless of whether Arkan said it or not, Erdene continued to lash out.
“Now that I think about it, I wonder, isn’t there another woman besides me that Your Majesty has his eyes on? Well, they say that you only see what you see. So, even when you talk to other people, you get so angry that you find fault with them.”
Sophia thought deeply for a moment, then pushed her glass back as if offering tea.
“The officer of Your Majesty who came last time.”
Erdene, who was about to drink tea, blinked and looked at Sophia.
“Adjutant? You mean Thelma?”
Sophia didn’t care whether her name was Thelma or Delma.
But she simply answered yes. If she could come up with a name right away when you say adjutant, then she must be a close subordinate.
“Why Thelma all of a sudden?”
“That adjutant is more loyal to Your Majesty than anyone else?”
Erdene nodded. Her anger seemed to subside a little, perhaps because of the strong, sweet tea.
“Of course. She grew up learning swordsmanship with me, and she quickly rose to prominence. She may seem like a swindler, but she’s actually quite skilled,”
Sophia said.
“What if... She follows someone other than His Majesty and is loyal to him more, what would Your Majesty do?”
Erdene’s brow furrowed deeply. She seemed to think for a moment, then answered in a bewildered voice.
“There’s no way she would do that. If she were to die, she would die.”
“So I want you to hypothesize. What would you do if that were to happen?”
Erdene’s palm slammed on the table. The tea splashed out and splashed onto the table.
“Are I going to just leave her alone? I’ll drag her out right now and thresh her like barely until she comes to her senses...!”
Sophia said.
“Didn’t His Majesty feel the same way just now, Your Majesty? Of course, Your Majesty didn’t think to do that. But he must have been angry.”
Her soft tone suddenly gave Erdene a realization.
She thought about Arkan’s cold face, which she had seen for the first time since they had met, and became lost in thought.
Arkan, who had returned to his quarters, just paced around his office without doing anything.
No matter what he did, his anger would not subside.
He drank two cups of the cool tea that Plat had prepared for him, but his head only hurt more.
“Your Majesty, His Highness Pelarhar has had some...”
Plat said cautiously, watching his reaction, and Arkan glared at him with wide eyes.
Before he could tell him to get out, Pelarhar barged into Arkan’s quarters as usual.
“Get out.”
Arkan didn’t even look back at him and just threw a short order to leave.
Then he sat down at his desk and pretended to look at some work he hadn’t even looked at before, moving his hands busily.
Pelarhar let out a long sigh, pulled a chair, and sat down across from Arkan. Then Arkan raised his head and glared at him.
“I told you to leave. Are you going to ignore me now?”
“Why are you doing that?”
That’s called asking a question.
Arkan imagined himself tapping Pelahar’s forehead with the pen he was holding.
“You’re asking me that now? Why are you doing that?”
Pelarhar furrowed his brow without giving in.
“Is it really worth getting so angry that I spoke to Her Majesty, Arkan? So you think Her Majesty should stay alone all day without meeting anyone? Is that so?”
This shameless bastard!
As Arkan's hand tightened, the pen trembled and ink splattered everywhere.
Arkan, whose lips were trembling, said,
"You didn't just talk."
His pale features took on a sharper glow, and his deep golden eyes trembled with anger and insult.
“Say it again.”
Erdene retorted.
“Do you think you can’t do it if I tell you to? I asked what was in your head. What are you thinking about that makes you talk about lovers and mistresses whenever you get a chance?”
Arkan was speechless as she fiercely questioned him.
He was dumbfounded at the thought of what was in his head.
It was the first time in his life that he had heard such harsh words and had been suspected of such things. Regardless of whether Arkan said it or not, Erdene continued to lash out.
“Now that I think about it, I wonder, isn’t there another woman besides me that Your Majesty has his eyes on? Well, they say that you only see what you see. So, even when you talk to other people, you get so angry that you find fault with them.”
At that moment, something exploded in Arkan’s head.
He could hear it clearly, so he didn’t know if something had actually exploded.
Arkan was so angry that he completely forgot why he had come to see Erdene and what he had been trying to talk about.
“I can’t talk to you anymore.”
As he turned around, a sharp, blade-like scolding came from behind him.
“Who is talking? I have nothing more to say to Your Majesty either. If you’re going to upset me like this, don’t come here again.”
A corner of Arkan’s heart ached as if it was being cut open by those words, but Arkan strode forward and opened the door wide.
And before the servants and maids could even approach, he slammed the door shut with all his might.
While Erdene, who was shocked, was gasping for breath, not knowing how to react, the closed door opened again.
For a moment, she thought Arkan had come to apologize with another excuse, but contrary to her expectations, it was Sophia who came in.
“Damn it!”
Erdene kicked the large display case.
The metal and crystal decorations shook and fell here and there, making a loud noise.
The part where her foot hit was scratched.
It was going to cost more to repair. Sophia sighed inwardly and cautiously approached Erdene.
“Your Majesty, calm down.”
“Do I look calm right now?”
Erdene sharply retorted and glared at Sophia’s shoulder through the open door.
Arkan had already disappeared, but she shouted as if he were still standing somewhere.
“What the hell is the problem? Why are you doing that?”
“Please sit down, Your Highness. Anne!”
Anne, who had been unable to come in due to the tense atmosphere, opened the door slightly and leaned out.
“Go and prepare a cup of tea for Your Majesty.”
“Understood, Miss Fiddler.”
Anne immediately turned around and disappeared. Sophia closed the door and came back to stand next to Erdene, who was grumbling.
“Your Majesty, is it okay if I sit down?”
Erdene glanced at her and nodded.
“I told you not to ask that.”
“But it is the right thing to do.”
Sophia sat down carefully across from Erdene, her posture extremely neat.
On the other hand, Erdene still had her knees spread wide apart under the table.
No matter how much Sophia tried to persuade her, no matter how much Arkan nagged her, it was a habit that would never be fixed when there was no one watching.
Even now, she was shaking one leg, unable to control her anger.
Sophia, who had been silently looking at Erdene, said,
“Your Majesty, men are originally narrow-minded.”
Erdene’s gaze turned to Sophia.
Her eyes were not kind because of her resentment toward Arkan, but Sophia continued to speak calmly.
“When a man sees another man doing something he cannot do, he becomes blinded by jealousy and cannot think rationally.”
“What do you mean? Jealousy?”
“That’s what I thought.”
At that moment, Anne brought tea.
Sophia motioned for Anne to step aside and slowly poured the tea so that the fragrance could spread sufficiently, adding sugar and cream little by little to suit Erdene’s taste.
Erdene, who was staring at the tea with a fragrant honey scent, laughed again.
“Jealousy? Does that make sense? What did I do with the Duke to make him jealous?”
Sophia pushed the teacup towards Erdene.
“Actually, it’s jealousy because Your Majesty didn’t do anything. If there really was ‘something’ between Your Majesty and Pelarhar, then it wouldn’t be the time to say His Majesty is jealous. As I said, in Vetor, once a couple becomes a couple, it’s the law to be faithful to each other until they get a divorce.”
The sound of a teaspoon stirring the tea continued.
It was an unpleasant and irritating sound, but Sophia didn’t care.
“However, Your Majesty and Pelarhar are just friends. So His Majesty can’t help but be jealous.”
“I understand what you’re saying, but.”
There was a ding.
Erdene, who had been stirring the tea, which had already dissolved all the sugar and was no longer stirring, threw down her spoon as if she were going to throw it away.
“That’s ridiculous.”
Erdene’s voice was extremely cold as she responded.
If she left it like this, it was clear that she would not speak to Arkan for half a year, and that she would not even make eye contact with him.
Even though it had nothing to do with Sophia, Erdene was still her master and the Queen of the country.
Summer was passing by.
There would be a series of big events where Arkan and Erdene would have to show up together in the future, and if their relationship was cold for some ridiculous reason, that was what Sophia thought, no one would benefit.
He could hear it clearly, so he didn’t know if something had actually exploded.
Arkan was so angry that he completely forgot why he had come to see Erdene and what he had been trying to talk about.
“I can’t talk to you anymore.”
As he turned around, a sharp, blade-like scolding came from behind him.
“Who is talking? I have nothing more to say to Your Majesty either. If you’re going to upset me like this, don’t come here again.”
A corner of Arkan’s heart ached as if it was being cut open by those words, but Arkan strode forward and opened the door wide.
And before the servants and maids could even approach, he slammed the door shut with all his might.
While Erdene, who was shocked, was gasping for breath, not knowing how to react, the closed door opened again.
For a moment, she thought Arkan had come to apologize with another excuse, but contrary to her expectations, it was Sophia who came in.
“Damn it!”
Erdene kicked the large display case.
The metal and crystal decorations shook and fell here and there, making a loud noise.
The part where her foot hit was scratched.
It was going to cost more to repair. Sophia sighed inwardly and cautiously approached Erdene.
“Your Majesty, calm down.”
“Do I look calm right now?”
Erdene sharply retorted and glared at Sophia’s shoulder through the open door.
Arkan had already disappeared, but she shouted as if he were still standing somewhere.
“What the hell is the problem? Why are you doing that?”
“Please sit down, Your Highness. Anne!”
Anne, who had been unable to come in due to the tense atmosphere, opened the door slightly and leaned out.
“Go and prepare a cup of tea for Your Majesty.”
“Understood, Miss Fiddler.”
Anne immediately turned around and disappeared. Sophia closed the door and came back to stand next to Erdene, who was grumbling.
“Your Majesty, is it okay if I sit down?”
Erdene glanced at her and nodded.
“I told you not to ask that.”
“But it is the right thing to do.”
Sophia sat down carefully across from Erdene, her posture extremely neat.
On the other hand, Erdene still had her knees spread wide apart under the table.
No matter how much Sophia tried to persuade her, no matter how much Arkan nagged her, it was a habit that would never be fixed when there was no one watching.
Even now, she was shaking one leg, unable to control her anger.
Sophia, who had been silently looking at Erdene, said,
“Your Majesty, men are originally narrow-minded.”
Erdene’s gaze turned to Sophia.
Her eyes were not kind because of her resentment toward Arkan, but Sophia continued to speak calmly.
“When a man sees another man doing something he cannot do, he becomes blinded by jealousy and cannot think rationally.”
“What do you mean? Jealousy?”
“That’s what I thought.”
At that moment, Anne brought tea.
Sophia motioned for Anne to step aside and slowly poured the tea so that the fragrance could spread sufficiently, adding sugar and cream little by little to suit Erdene’s taste.
Erdene, who was staring at the tea with a fragrant honey scent, laughed again.
“Jealousy? Does that make sense? What did I do with the Duke to make him jealous?”
Sophia pushed the teacup towards Erdene.
“Actually, it’s jealousy because Your Majesty didn’t do anything. If there really was ‘something’ between Your Majesty and Pelarhar, then it wouldn’t be the time to say His Majesty is jealous. As I said, in Vetor, once a couple becomes a couple, it’s the law to be faithful to each other until they get a divorce.”
The sound of a teaspoon stirring the tea continued.
It was an unpleasant and irritating sound, but Sophia didn’t care.
“However, Your Majesty and Pelarhar are just friends. So His Majesty can’t help but be jealous.”
“I understand what you’re saying, but.”
There was a ding.
Erdene, who had been stirring the tea, which had already dissolved all the sugar and was no longer stirring, threw down her spoon as if she were going to throw it away.
“That’s ridiculous.”
Erdene’s voice was extremely cold as she responded.
If she left it like this, it was clear that she would not speak to Arkan for half a year, and that she would not even make eye contact with him.
Even though it had nothing to do with Sophia, Erdene was still her master and the Queen of the country.
Summer was passing by.
There would be a series of big events where Arkan and Erdene would have to show up together in the future, and if their relationship was cold for some ridiculous reason, that was what Sophia thought, no one would benefit.
Sophia thought deeply for a moment, then pushed her glass back as if offering tea.
“The officer of Your Majesty who came last time.”
Erdene, who was about to drink tea, blinked and looked at Sophia.
“Adjutant? You mean Thelma?”
Sophia didn’t care whether her name was Thelma or Delma.
But she simply answered yes. If she could come up with a name right away when you say adjutant, then she must be a close subordinate.
“Why Thelma all of a sudden?”
“That adjutant is more loyal to Your Majesty than anyone else?”
Erdene nodded. Her anger seemed to subside a little, perhaps because of the strong, sweet tea.
“Of course. She grew up learning swordsmanship with me, and she quickly rose to prominence. She may seem like a swindler, but she’s actually quite skilled,”
Sophia said.
“What if... She follows someone other than His Majesty and is loyal to him more, what would Your Majesty do?”
Erdene’s brow furrowed deeply. She seemed to think for a moment, then answered in a bewildered voice.
“There’s no way she would do that. If she were to die, she would die.”
“So I want you to hypothesize. What would you do if that were to happen?”
Erdene’s palm slammed on the table. The tea splashed out and splashed onto the table.
“Are I going to just leave her alone? I’ll drag her out right now and thresh her like barely until she comes to her senses...!”
Sophia said.
“Didn’t His Majesty feel the same way just now, Your Majesty? Of course, Your Majesty didn’t think to do that. But he must have been angry.”
Her soft tone suddenly gave Erdene a realization.
She thought about Arkan’s cold face, which she had seen for the first time since they had met, and became lost in thought.
***
Arkan, who had returned to his quarters, just paced around his office without doing anything.
No matter what he did, his anger would not subside.
He drank two cups of the cool tea that Plat had prepared for him, but his head only hurt more.
“Your Majesty, His Highness Pelarhar has had some...”
Plat said cautiously, watching his reaction, and Arkan glared at him with wide eyes.
Before he could tell him to get out, Pelarhar barged into Arkan’s quarters as usual.
“Get out.”
Arkan didn’t even look back at him and just threw a short order to leave.
Then he sat down at his desk and pretended to look at some work he hadn’t even looked at before, moving his hands busily.
Pelarhar let out a long sigh, pulled a chair, and sat down across from Arkan. Then Arkan raised his head and glared at him.
“I told you to leave. Are you going to ignore me now?”
“Why are you doing that?”
That’s called asking a question.
Arkan imagined himself tapping Pelahar’s forehead with the pen he was holding.
“You’re asking me that now? Why are you doing that?”
Pelarhar furrowed his brow without giving in.
“Is it really worth getting so angry that I spoke to Her Majesty, Arkan? So you think Her Majesty should stay alone all day without meeting anyone? Is that so?”
This shameless bastard!
As Arkan's hand tightened, the pen trembled and ink splattered everywhere.
Arkan, whose lips were trembling, said,
"You didn't just talk."
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