"I guess I should send the Duchess away."
"Did he come to pick up his wife in person? So kind."
The ladies whispered to each other. Filled with surprise and regret, I couldn't bear to let go of the newspaper and looked at the maid who told the story. It felt strange. I haven't even finished reading this article yet, but he's already here! Should I feel sorry for Brandt in the paper or welcome Brandt in real life?
"Oh no. Duchess Albrenovic happened to be enjoying reading the Degrant magazine, so I should go and see it."
Said the Countess of Winslet.
"Don't do this, but give Madam some copies of the newspaper. Read one copy every time you get free time."
"Oh, that's great! Including this!"
At Janet's words, she reflexively picked up the newspaper she was holding and shouted. The ladies looked at me in unison, saying. 'Why are you scolding me like that?'
It was the most active appearance I had ever been at this tea party.
'Oh, it looks like you're too much of a newspaper.'
I shrank back and shook the newspaper I was holding.
"Newspapers are really... That's interesting. Madam recommended it with high knowledge, haha..."
***
Countess Winslet stood in front of me, a pure white carriage gleaming in the sunlight. Its presence was great from afar. Brandt stood in front of it, showing off his greater presence. Even if the whole world paid attention to him, he was a man who would probably stand there without blinking an eye.
'But I'm not!'
The ladies gathered by the window, and the sound of the sailors hitting the back of their heads.
"No matter how much I want to see the white carriage, look at the window sticking to it."
"But, isn't it really beautiful? Everyone must have talked about the white carriage at least once."
The Countess of Winslet and Madame Janet saw me off and whispered. Their voice was the most painful.
Brandt, who was silently staring at me as I walked out, frowned when he saw a stack of newspapers brought by the servant of the county writer.
"What is that?"
"It's a gift from the Countess Winslet. It's a famous newspaper."
Brandt didn't seem to like something, but he didn't really stop me.
That's how it should be. I brought that newspaper for some reason.
Suddenly, I thought something was empty, so I looked around and asked.
"Where is the carriage I rode in?"
"I sent it back to the mansion."
"Yes? Why?"
"Why don't you ride in the carriage I bought?"
As if you have no right to ask questions, Brandt cut off and spat out. I died so quickly that I thought it was accurate to say that I really vomited.
'Did you keep it in your heart?'
I was concerned about actions that didn't mean much. The animal Brandt is really delicate.
I explained step by step.
"The white carriage stands out so much."
"So you don't like it?"
I had a lot of it in my heart!
"Oh no! It's such a beautiful and favorite carriage! But if I ride that carriage, anyone passing by will know I'm riding, so it's burdensome, and it's too expensive, so I think it will make me feel uncomfortable."
"That's why I bought it."
That arrogant confidence. I've gotten used to it now. I grabbed his outstretched hand and climbed into the pure white carriage.
***
As soon as the scenery outside the carriage window began to move, I opened my mouth.
"Why did you come to pick me up? Did you have anything happening nearby?"
When I said it, I vomited out the words, just like Brandt just now. I wasn't aware of it, but I guess I cared a lot.
Embarrassment came to me belatedly.
Brandt looked at his shy wife, and her cheeks were tingling, and then spat out.
"I'm afraid you'll leak somewhere else in the middle."
The steam cools down. If you make your words a little prettier, where will you come out?
"I have nowhere to go. The ladies said that. Duchess Albrenovic doesn't attend balls or throw parties, so they're curious about what I do in the mansion."
"So what did you say?"
Brandt asked with an intrigued face.
"I said I would take a walk and read a book."
"You lied."
He smiled and leaned his back against the wall. Who is it all because of! Something came up from inside.
"Then, 'My husband has wanted to lock me up since the marriage was decided, so I can't go around carelessly. This is also a sense of virtue?"
"Didn't you? I'm not bad."
Brandt said without blinking an eye. For some reason, he felt that he was not joking, but making a serious statement, so he was embarrassed.
"How are you?"
"What?"
"How about your husband picking me up at the tea party?"
Why did this man suddenly ask... such a question?
He looked at it in astonishment, but Brandt was unaware of the strangeness of the words I uttered.
I couldn't answer, just opened my lips slightly and gasped. I belatedly realized that Brandt was staring at my lips relentlessly, so I closed my mouth, but by then it was already too late.
Brandt naturally moved to the seat next to me in the rocking carriage. He hugged me without giving me a moment's pause and buried his lips in my throat.
'Here... You will see traces.'
I became anxious and shouted.
"Oh, the doctor went today."
"I know. I overrated."
Brandt tightened my waist as if to tell me not to say any more. His attack hit the mark.
I heard a chuckle from below, as if I felt the strength in my stomach. Oh come on...
"The doctor told me not to overdo it, so I won't overdo it."
I knew everything!
Brandt's calloused hand gently rubbed my waist and moved deeper and deeper. Even though I didn't feel the touch of the beating, I felt a stiffness in my waist.
"...Don't you like it?"
The man's pale eyes that took his lips away from the edge of his throat captured my face. I was in his dark pupils. My big eyes, which glowed faintly, were soaked with shame. I couldn't even look directly at my shy face, so I lowered my eyelids.
"It's not that, but if you do it here... They can see it."
"Is it okay if it's not here?"
Brandt's lips slightly touched my cheek and then fell off.
I don't hate it. But how should I say this...
Instead of answering, I put my hands on his chest. Brandt lifted his lips in satisfaction and kissed me. His kisses always started as soft as cotton candy and hit hard like a tidal wave.
Our trembling was pounded against each other by the rattling carriage, pounding painfully deep inside. The shaking of the carriage became overwhelming, and I leaned on his passion. The fever rose every time I touched it.
Brandt's hand gripped my chest tightly. I hung on his neck without realizing it.
'Why do I react like this to this man?'
Simply because I'm the first? I've never experienced this kind of stimulation, so I'm instinctively attracted to it... me like this... Because Brandt is the only one who touches me. Is that all?
His hot lips and tongue were retracted, leaving only a hazy consciousness. Then he raised my hand, kissed each finger, and licked my palm and the back of my hand. It looked like a huge wolf. Fierce but affectionate.
"Don't I feel like a beast?"
...How did you know?
My eyes, which were half-closed by the heat, suddenly widened.
"You complained that I pushed you and that I abandoned you... You're a little nice, so I can't stand it like this and rush at it."
I didn't feel any sense of self-pity in that voice. As if there was no room left for such emotions, Brandt's body was filled with excitement. I felt a strong desire to eat up this body as soon as possible.
"What would you do if I said you looked like a beast?"
I asked, looking down at his black hair, kissing my wrist.
"I'll continue as I did."
Brandt's dark eyes drew a cool arc, and he smiled.
***
The carriage reached the mansion. The servants who came out to greet me were disgusted when they saw my hot face. I quickly bowed my head in pity.
"I have to go back to the Imperial palace."
"Yes?"
"I came out of work because I was working."
You came out halfway through working to bring me in person?
I forgot what the servants were looking at and raised my head to look at him. I was confused about what expression to make. Joy came first, but I was also worried.
'If you come out in the middle of work, won't you be scolded?'
There is no way this country is an advanced welfare state that understands the grievances of office workers, and this time it was definitely a joke! Brandt said as if he had read my eyes.
"When I said I had to bring my wife, His Majesty was most pleased and ordered me to go immediately."
Oh, that's right. There was an Emperor. My most reliable back!
He added to me, who was clearly relieved.
"And the important meeting was already over. If I leave because it's my job, I'm not the only one who doesn't want to hear it, so I'm thinking about that. Don't worry too much."
He gently swept my back as if to reassure me. However, I was still angry and surprised because of his actions in the carriage. Brandt, who noticed it belatedly, also coughed in embarrassment.
"I'm going home late today."
When Brandt finished speaking, his aide, Patrick Jenner, approached him with a dark horse as if he had been waiting, without any regret. I thought that he had hurried to the mansion on horseback and then dragged the white carriage to Countess Winslet's mansion. This man throws words at it, but his actions are surprisingly meticulous. After all. Brandt is a delicate animal.
Looking at the horse's shiny fur. It reminded me of a story from a tea party
"Over there..."
Brandt turned to me as he pulled away from the dark horse.
"Do you remember? My white mare."
His face changed strangely. It was an indescribable expression, neither smiling nor frowning. It tightened my chest. Did you say something uncomfortable?
"I remember "
Brandt said with a long breath.
"The white horse that His Majesty gave you as a gift for your eighteenth birthday."
Madma Janet is right. On my birthday, the Emperor... a white horse. No, wait.
Janet definitely said it was my nineteenth birthday?
"Isn't it my nineteenth birthday?"
At my question, bewilderment flashed across Brandt's face.
"Eighteen. I'm sure."
He added in a confident tone.
"You may be confused, but I will never forget."
Brandt's Innocent face and Janet's smiling face came to mind at the same time. And I chose Brandt.
'Why did Madame Janet say it's my nineteenth birthday?'
Is it simply confused? He asked me as if I didn't remember much from the beginning.
I tried to organize my thoughts like this, but for some reason, a feeling of sand rushed over my wet fingers, like grains of sand.
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