Did Elona dare to refuse Letie's request?
The demands of a child who will become the savior of the empire?
It was a great gesture of kindness to send Letie to that dangerous northern land!
In the first place, the Emperor was reluctant to even send Letie to the North so she could attend the wedding.
What on earth did they send that monster Grand Duke there to do?
Letie was so adamant that she absolutely had to attend her sister's wedding that he had no choice but to give her permission.
But how dare she refuse Letie's request and hurt her.
Letie quickly opened her mouth while he was rubbing his eyes, feeling so absurd that she couldn't even care that Letie had once again carelessly called Elona "sister."
"I said I wanted to attend the wedding with the Duke of Herssen, but I received a reply from my sister today saying that she cannot allow that."
The Emperor had no choice but to remain silent for a moment after hearing Letie's answer.
He was angry at Elona for unfairly rejecting her request.
But when he heard it directly, it was definitely worth rejecting.
It was obvious what kind of chaos would occur if Letie, who was currently living as Elona, appeared with Duke Hersen.
It was such an obvious situation, but Letie just kept venting her frustration without even anticipating the obvious situation...
So he was getting annoyed...
"... I will speak well to that child. So that you can attend with the Duke."
He didn't vent his pent-up frustration on Letie.
Although she is still immature, Letie is a child destined to become a savior.
She was a child who became the light of the empire simply by existing.
'I must grant whatever she asks. Only then will God take away his trials. The monsters that suddenly began to appear in the system must have been trials that came about because I was not taking enough care of Letie..."
He had never treated Letie carelessly before because he considered her a gift from God, but he planned to be more careful in the future.
"Is that true, Father?"
Letie, who had received the answer she wanted from the Emperor, smiled brightly with her face completely free of sorrow.
The Emperor also smiled faintly, looking at that clear and pure smile that did not show even the slightest speck of dust.
As a father and as the ruler of an empire, he was proud to have protected the smile of his precious child.
After that, he nodded his head as if he was sure.
"Of course. You don't have to worry about anything."
***
It is common for families from both sides to meet and have a meal before the wedding, but that is only the story of ordinary people.
My father was the Emperor, and my husband was the King of the north.
Since neither of them were people who could easily leave their position, such a meal could not be arranged.
On the wedding day, the father planned to send an imperial vassal as a representative to convey congratulations.
Thanks to this, I was able to focus solely on preparing the meal itself.
From making a list of nobles to send invitations to, to choosing flowers to decorate the wedding hall.
I personally carefully examined, thought about, and decided on everything.
Since each and every one of them was important, I couldn't do any of them half-heartedly.
And today, after two weeks of nervously preparing for the wedding, I finally face the most difficult and important choice of all.
"This dress makes your waist look a little thick because of the decoration. The lines aren't pretty."
I nodded my head in agreement after hearing Anne's words. Madame Bianca immediately started to tease me.
"It looks thick, but it's pretty. If Her Highness the Grand Duchess were to wear it herself, it would look like a flower."
Then, Frida, who had been quietly mumbling next to her, pointed in a small voice to another dress on the dress form.
"Isn't that dress better?"
I looked at the five dresses Frida had pointed to.
Frida was also one of my maids who served me along with Anne and Madame Bianca, but she was not the most talkative, and this was the first time she had expressed her opinion like this.
So I took a look at the dress Frida had chosen and it wasn't bad.
"This is a dress that is more popular in the North than in the States. Wearing this will give your guests a familiar impression."
Perhaps because I come from a country with a palace, most of the dresses the designer showed me were styles that were popular in the country.
In short, it could be said that it was a style that revealed the body's lines by being slightly exposed and using thin material.
However, the style that Frida chose was closer to the Northern style, expressing solemnity rather than emphasizing the body.
If you want to give the impression that you've adapted well to the North, it would be better to choose a dress similar to that of a Northerner.
So I nodded in agreement, and Frida spoke again in a slightly braver voice.
"And if you take off the decorations here..."
As she said this, Frida slowly reached out to her dress and took off the flower decoration that was attached to the chest of the dress.
The dress, which had been dignified but seemed a bit too flashy, was transformed into a more sophisticated style.
"Oh, it's much better. It felt a bit excessive, but it was because of the decorations."
Frida blushed shyly when she heard my compliment.
Anne chattered on behalf of Frida, who hung her head in shame.
"Sister Frida has a great eye for this kind of thing! She will be able to make Her Royal Highness the most beautiful person in the world at her wedding!"
"Really? I'm looking forward to it!"
"Madam Bianca is a master of makeup, and I am confident in my hair decorations, so just leave everything to us!"
As Anne, who was shouting with a bright face, smiled, Madame Bianca approached the dress that Frida had chosen with an excited face.
"Instead of just standing there, why don't we try it on? We should try it on ourselves and show it to His Highness the Grand Duke!"
"Oh, right. His opinion is important too."
He said he'd leave it up to me when it came to the wedding, but I stilI had to hear his opinion when it came to choosing something as important as the dress.
No matter what, he's still my husband.
After letting out a sigh so small it was hard to hear, I gave orders to the maids.
"I'm going to put on a dress, so ask him if he can come here. If he says he's too busy, there's nothing I can do."
***
All the way to the Grand Duchess's bedroom to look at the dress, Kishian's frown didn't lift.
Actually, she liked things like dresses.
Anyway, this wedding was just a place to announce something.
A place to announce that Kishian himself had become the King of the North and had finally won over the woman who was called the savior of the empire.
Since it wasn't really a ceremony to pledge love or anything like that, it didn't really matter what kind of dress the Grand Duchess wore.
However, it was the maids' insistence that made him finally take the step to look at the dress.
"You have to see it! How beautiful she is!"
"I thought that since she was already so beautiful, she would look amazing in a dress..."
"She were more beautiful than any bride I've ever seen!"
When he showed his indifference, the maids gathered together and praised the Grand Duchess's beauty.
There was nothing he could do since they were making such a fuss as a group.
He had no choice but to go see the Grand Duchess as per their request.
'Yes, it would be beautiful. All newlyweds are like that before their wedding.'
All along the way, he was grumbling to himself.
What's so great about a bride looking beautiful in her wedding dress?
Since she put on more makeup than usual and wore a fancy dress, isn't it normal for her to look more beautiful than usual?
But he couldn't understand the maids who were making such a fuss.
So, with a little annoyance in his heart, he finally arrived at the Grand Duchess's bedroom.
"Wife? Can I come in?"
The Grand Duchess did not answer the question he asked just in case.
Feeling his annoyance growing deeper, Kishian placed his hand on the doorknob.
"I'll go in first. I'm busy today, so I just need to check the dress and then go back quickly."
"Oh, wait a minute..."
Only then did Kishian hear the Grand Duchess's voice, seemingly flustered, from inside the bedroom, but he ignored it and opened the door wide.
The Grand Duchess stood with her back to the window.
Standing still in the pouring sunset light, the Grand Duchess spoke first.
"I was tying the ribbon at the back of my waist again because it didn't look very pretty..."
It seemed like she couldn't respond quickly to the call because she was busy tying the ribbon again.
The Grand Duchess explained it this way, but Kishian was no longer listening.
Blonde hair beautifully dyed in sunset colors, a white, slender face, and a pure white, wavy skirt.
I was seeing something so unrealistically beautiful, like a fairy appearing and disappearing in a dream.
Yes, she would be beautiful. New brides are usually beautiful, so the Grand Duchess would be beautiful, too. But even so, she is still a traitor.
Kishian thought about it over and over again on his way there.
Despite his efforts, he couldn't help but hold his breath for a moment at the sight of his wife.
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