"The little Prince didn't know the Princess had been kidnapped. He just assumed you had returned safely. That's why I said you had been sick."
As I stood by the window, watching the black car pull up to the mansion, Noah spoke to me in a subtle tone. It seemed like Lenny and Noah had been careful not to make Daniel sad, so they'd said it indirectly.
Wait, Noah is worried about others?
“Noah, are you being considerate of the Prince, in case he gets hurt?”
When I asked him in a slightly surprised tone, he answered with a face of complete denial.
“No. Because that’s what you want.”
As the Marchioness of Wales, Daniel, the bodyguards, and the maids entered, the spacious and quiet Chevant Manor became somewhat noisy.
Noah looked at the guests who had suddenly arrived with a flustered expression.
The Marchioness, wearing an elegant dress decorated with irises, smiled with her amber eyes closed, and held out a heavy, corked glass bottle. The round glass bottle was filled with beautifully cut, candied limes.
“I met a stranger that day, and what was it...? I heard you caught the flu from me. Anyway, I’m so glad you came back safe.”
The Marchioness spoke so kindly, without any suspicion. I don't know whose storytelling came from that.
“Thank you? It’s the flu, yes, yes.”
I raised my voice and quickly lowered it. Noah must have really hated the Prince coming. He lied like that. And I don't understand why these people came so casually after hearing they had the flu. They might catch it.
“That’s right. Everyone, please step back, because it might move.”
In the end, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and started to act with all his might, coughing forcefully.
“Then you can’t even hug me?”
When Daniel asked in a pitiful voice, his eyes as red as pomegranate seeds gleaming, Noah, with his arms crossed, answered firmly.
“You can’t do it. Children have a high mortality rate.”
“What is the mortality rate?”
“Chance of death.”
As soon as he finished speaking, which was often extreme, Daniel looked at me with a face that looked like he was about to burst into tears.
“Are you dying too, Sister? You got the flu because of me... I’m so sorry.”
Why are you so extreme again?
"No, I was just unlucky. And I'm not a child, so it's okay. Everything will get better."
“So just give me what you brought and go home quickly. If you don’t want to die.”
Noah accepted the white flowers Daniel had brought and the Marchioness's lime-scented glass bottle, urging them to leave quickly. The Marchioness smiled, seemingly unfazed by his rudeness, and lifted Daniel into her arms, asking, "What's wrong with me?"
"I was just about to tell you and leave right away. Miss Diana, will you be able to come to the ball?"
“I don’t know because we're busy preparing for the wedding.”
It was Noah who answered. Her amber eyes widened, a look of slight surprise on her face.
“Oh, have you set a wedding date?”
"Yes, we've decided on May 1st. I barely managed to convince him to do it sooner."
This time, I answered. It was a date that had been fixed only yesterday after fierce negotiations.
Noah wouldn't give up, asking, "How about April 28th?" and I kept pushing back the date by a day, saying, "How about May 3rd?" I wanted to push it back even just a day longer, but I gave in.
“Congratulations. It’s almost time.”
“Thank you, Marchioness. I will send you an invitation.”
“Thank you, Miss Diana.”
While exchanging ceremonial congratulations, Noah looked at the Marchioness with a blank expression, then quickly turned his head away.
“Sister, when you get better, let’s play together. And... prepare well for the wedding.”
“Yes, thank you. You too, Prince, be careful not to catch a cold during the changing seasons.”
Daniel, held in the Marchioness's arms, waved repeatedly, his face slightly sad, as he climbed into the car. Noah, watching the car disappear out of the mansion, placed the flowers and lime juice on the table, his face uncomfortable.
“That woman says congratulations with a face that doesn’t show any congratulations at all.”
“The Marchioness of Wales?”
"Yes."
I've heard that the relationship between the Marquis of Wales and her husband isn't so good.
They were once a couple that everyone envied, but their relationship was on the verge of collapse after the Marquis took a young and pretty mistress.
Times are what they are, and I guess they have no choice but to live because of their children. Maybe that's why. I, too, felt a little bit of a soulless congratulatory remark.
"It doesn't matter. We're not getting married for other people's congratulations. As long as we're happy, that's all that matters."
At the indifferent reaction, Noah covered his mouth with one hand and exclaimed with a serious face.
“That expression of indifference to the world is so captivating.”
It's not my body or my face, but my indifferent expression that is so captivating. I can't figure out what this man's tastes are.
"...Thank you."
"And I think we should attend the ball. I need to tell the Queen about our marriage."
You're going to the Queen to inform her about giving me up. She didn't overtly seduce me, but she occasionally grabbed my hand or threw me a fatal wink. It was a relief when I was in trouble.
That's what I'm saying: someone like me is too deserving of such great affection.
Thanks to Noah, who's been busy preparing for our wedding, my daily life has been incredibly hectic these past few days. It's almost painful. In modern times, I could easily manage this time, but that's not possible here, so it's just a physical strain.
Every morning, I woke up early and visited the costume shop to get the dress I would wear for the ceremony, and stopped by the jewelry store to choose a tiara, earrings, necklace, and wedding ring.
We went to the flower shop to look at bouquets and fresh flowers for the wedding hall, and we also discussed our honeymoon destination.
Molly, who is helping with wedding preparations, is so physically and mentally strong that she does whatever is asked of her as if it were her own work.
When I asked if it wasn't hard, she responded, "It's okay because they pay a lot of money." She was like a slave to capitalism.
Today, I had to stop by the costume shop to buy a dress for the ball next week and to check on the progress of the wedding dress.
"Go with Molly. I have some errands to run, so I don't think I can go with you. If there's anything else you want, just buy it."
Noah, sitting cross-legged on a dining chair in a suit, pulled a hefty stack of bills from his wallet and handed them to me. I accepted them with both hands, very politely and courteously.
Noah always gave me money like this before going out. It felt like some kind of transaction was taking place, and I felt a twinge of excitement.
In this day and age, many women rely on men for financial support, and I also wanted to live a comfortable life like this, but at some point, I started to feel a little uneasy about just receiving all the money.
That doesn't mean I refused. Indeed, I don't have money, so the proper capitalist stance is to refrain from unnecessary pride.
I quickly folded the bills into the red flannel coin purse Lenny had made for me a while ago and straightened my back proudly.
“I’m thinking about making some money too.”
"Yes?"
As I stood by the window, watching the black car pull up to the mansion, Noah spoke to me in a subtle tone. It seemed like Lenny and Noah had been careful not to make Daniel sad, so they'd said it indirectly.
Wait, Noah is worried about others?
“Noah, are you being considerate of the Prince, in case he gets hurt?”
When I asked him in a slightly surprised tone, he answered with a face of complete denial.
“No. Because that’s what you want.”
As the Marchioness of Wales, Daniel, the bodyguards, and the maids entered, the spacious and quiet Chevant Manor became somewhat noisy.
Noah looked at the guests who had suddenly arrived with a flustered expression.
The Marchioness, wearing an elegant dress decorated with irises, smiled with her amber eyes closed, and held out a heavy, corked glass bottle. The round glass bottle was filled with beautifully cut, candied limes.
“I met a stranger that day, and what was it...? I heard you caught the flu from me. Anyway, I’m so glad you came back safe.”
The Marchioness spoke so kindly, without any suspicion. I don't know whose storytelling came from that.
“Thank you? It’s the flu, yes, yes.”
I raised my voice and quickly lowered it. Noah must have really hated the Prince coming. He lied like that. And I don't understand why these people came so casually after hearing they had the flu. They might catch it.
“That’s right. Everyone, please step back, because it might move.”
In the end, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief and started to act with all his might, coughing forcefully.
“Then you can’t even hug me?”
When Daniel asked in a pitiful voice, his eyes as red as pomegranate seeds gleaming, Noah, with his arms crossed, answered firmly.
“You can’t do it. Children have a high mortality rate.”
“What is the mortality rate?”
“Chance of death.”
As soon as he finished speaking, which was often extreme, Daniel looked at me with a face that looked like he was about to burst into tears.
“Are you dying too, Sister? You got the flu because of me... I’m so sorry.”
Why are you so extreme again?
"No, I was just unlucky. And I'm not a child, so it's okay. Everything will get better."
“So just give me what you brought and go home quickly. If you don’t want to die.”
Noah accepted the white flowers Daniel had brought and the Marchioness's lime-scented glass bottle, urging them to leave quickly. The Marchioness smiled, seemingly unfazed by his rudeness, and lifted Daniel into her arms, asking, "What's wrong with me?"
"I was just about to tell you and leave right away. Miss Diana, will you be able to come to the ball?"
“I don’t know because we're busy preparing for the wedding.”
It was Noah who answered. Her amber eyes widened, a look of slight surprise on her face.
“Oh, have you set a wedding date?”
"Yes, we've decided on May 1st. I barely managed to convince him to do it sooner."
This time, I answered. It was a date that had been fixed only yesterday after fierce negotiations.
Noah wouldn't give up, asking, "How about April 28th?" and I kept pushing back the date by a day, saying, "How about May 3rd?" I wanted to push it back even just a day longer, but I gave in.
“Congratulations. It’s almost time.”
“Thank you, Marchioness. I will send you an invitation.”
“Thank you, Miss Diana.”
While exchanging ceremonial congratulations, Noah looked at the Marchioness with a blank expression, then quickly turned his head away.
“Sister, when you get better, let’s play together. And... prepare well for the wedding.”
“Yes, thank you. You too, Prince, be careful not to catch a cold during the changing seasons.”
Daniel, held in the Marchioness's arms, waved repeatedly, his face slightly sad, as he climbed into the car. Noah, watching the car disappear out of the mansion, placed the flowers and lime juice on the table, his face uncomfortable.
“That woman says congratulations with a face that doesn’t show any congratulations at all.”
“The Marchioness of Wales?”
"Yes."
I've heard that the relationship between the Marquis of Wales and her husband isn't so good.
They were once a couple that everyone envied, but their relationship was on the verge of collapse after the Marquis took a young and pretty mistress.
Times are what they are, and I guess they have no choice but to live because of their children. Maybe that's why. I, too, felt a little bit of a soulless congratulatory remark.
"It doesn't matter. We're not getting married for other people's congratulations. As long as we're happy, that's all that matters."
At the indifferent reaction, Noah covered his mouth with one hand and exclaimed with a serious face.
“That expression of indifference to the world is so captivating.”
It's not my body or my face, but my indifferent expression that is so captivating. I can't figure out what this man's tastes are.
"...Thank you."
"And I think we should attend the ball. I need to tell the Queen about our marriage."
You're going to the Queen to inform her about giving me up. She didn't overtly seduce me, but she occasionally grabbed my hand or threw me a fatal wink. It was a relief when I was in trouble.
That's what I'm saying: someone like me is too deserving of such great affection.
Thanks to Noah, who's been busy preparing for our wedding, my daily life has been incredibly hectic these past few days. It's almost painful. In modern times, I could easily manage this time, but that's not possible here, so it's just a physical strain.
Every morning, I woke up early and visited the costume shop to get the dress I would wear for the ceremony, and stopped by the jewelry store to choose a tiara, earrings, necklace, and wedding ring.
We went to the flower shop to look at bouquets and fresh flowers for the wedding hall, and we also discussed our honeymoon destination.
Molly, who is helping with wedding preparations, is so physically and mentally strong that she does whatever is asked of her as if it were her own work.
When I asked if it wasn't hard, she responded, "It's okay because they pay a lot of money." She was like a slave to capitalism.
Today, I had to stop by the costume shop to buy a dress for the ball next week and to check on the progress of the wedding dress.
"Go with Molly. I have some errands to run, so I don't think I can go with you. If there's anything else you want, just buy it."
Noah, sitting cross-legged on a dining chair in a suit, pulled a hefty stack of bills from his wallet and handed them to me. I accepted them with both hands, very politely and courteously.
Noah always gave me money like this before going out. It felt like some kind of transaction was taking place, and I felt a twinge of excitement.
In this day and age, many women rely on men for financial support, and I also wanted to live a comfortable life like this, but at some point, I started to feel a little uneasy about just receiving all the money.
That doesn't mean I refused. Indeed, I don't have money, so the proper capitalist stance is to refrain from unnecessary pride.
I quickly folded the bills into the red flannel coin purse Lenny had made for me a while ago and straightened my back proudly.
“I’m thinking about making some money too.”
"Yes?"
“I have no shame because I don’t make any money and just play.”
“It’s okay. Playing helps.”
He offered the typical adult-style words to a child who offered to help with chores. I stared at Noah blankly and spoke in a timid voice.
“I feel bad for not being of any help, so I want to give you a wedding present.”
Noah's eyes widened affectionately as he saw my sullen face. He slowly rose, bent down toward me, and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Noah, whose lips had touched mine, comforted me with a gentle voice.
“I told you it’s okay. I won’t give money to your parents either.”
The tone sounds affectionate, but the actual content is that of a dangerous man trying to arrange a secret marriage. This down-to-earth man is full of charm, but cannot secretly say romantic things.
In novels and movies, they're always so good at spouting sweet words, like they're pouring honey on us. Like human cream puffs. But sweetness in moderation is always better.
“I also don’t think there’s anything like a family home.”
I nodded and agreed with his opinion.
On the day of the ball, I woke up early, took a bath, and organized my invitation list. Like a freeloader who'd come to his senses and shed his lazy life, I'd gotten used to waking up early and working diligently.
When I heard that the wedding dress was almost finished, I went with Molly and bought a new one. By the time I got home, it was already afternoon. I started helping Molly get ready for the ball.
I looked around in the mirror, wearing a thin silver satin dress with a naturally flowing skirt that revealed my figure.
Although I still haven't worn a dress that reveals my back, the front of the dress is open, reflecting Noah's taste.
Since my upper body is slightly revealing, I thought it would look out of place to wear a corset inside, so I had my chest pulled up to my soul with custom-made padded underwear from the wardrobe.
Bras had already been developed, but they weren't yet commercially available, so they were complex in design and lacked the padding to lift the spirits. This is a truly remarkable invention, a testament to modern technology and intellect.
“It definitely works.”
Molly looked into my chest with a face that seemed to have witnessed a miracle that defied the law of equivalent exchange.
“Molly made one for you, too, didn’t you?”
“I don’t really need it.”
I glanced at Molly's voluptuous torso with sharp eyes as she put on a lace gown embroidered with a subtle rose pattern.
As I finished dressing and went down to the hallway, Noah, wearing a dark blue striped suit and a velvet spring Chesterfield coat, looked at me.
His gaze traveled down my face, stopping just below my chin for a few seconds.
“Let’s go.”
I chuckled inwardly because it was so obvious that he was pretending not to see and that nothing had happened. Was he embarrassed by my fatally assertive spirit?
As I left the front door and climbed into the car, his secretary, Vincent, who was sitting in the driver's seat, greeted me with his characteristically impassive expression. He had his brown hair slicked back with pomade and was dressed in a suit, looking very stylish.
“It’s been a while.”
“Hello, Secretary Ford, are you coming to the ball with me?”
"Yes."
Vincent, strangely excited, has a smile on his face. Why is he so excited?
“It’s getting warmer, hasn’t it?”
Noah, sitting next to me, asked me affectionately, and I smiled faintly, looking up at the evening sky filled with the scent of spring.
“Yes. It smells like spring.”
“Spring has come to your outfit, too. It’s nice to see you.”
The words of a man with a relaxed smile felt like a soft feather tickling my chin. There was no reaction like, "What if other men stare?" Yes, a man who doesn't interfere with my attire is the best.
As the stars outside the car window began to brighten the dark sky, the splendid lights of Tempshire Palace came into view.
In the wide palace square, vehicles and carriages that had already arrived were lined up in an orderly manner, and people from the upper class, dressed in splendid attire, were entering the palace.
“I hope you have a good time.”
Vincent left these words behind and suddenly disappeared. It seemed he had a personal purpose. And Noah had a purpose for coming to the ball, too.
He smiled leisurely and approached Queen Grace II, and the first thing he said was...
“I plan to get married on May 1st, Your Majesty.”
The Queen looked somewhat bewildered at the declaration of war, but soon gave a friendly smile.
“Congratulations, Sir Noah Rotsilt.”
“Please allow me to marry Diana.”
“Do you need my permission? Even if I say no, you’re still going to do it.”
"We don't have any family elders who can give us permission or serve as witnesses. A lot of people are here today, aren't they? So, as a token of our approval and blessing, please give us a congratulatory speech."
"Noah, you're still thorough. Let's do that."
The Queen chuckled and whispered softly enough for only us to hear. My eyes widened, glancing back and forth between Noah and the Queen.
The Queen stood up with a blank expression (she looked slightly annoyed) and raised her champagne glass. The crowd suddenly stopped moving, stood up, and raised their glasses to focus their attention on the Queen.
"May God bless the beautiful journey of marriage between Count Noah Rotsilt, who holds the honorary title of Medea, and Lady Diana Parsene. May their lives be filled with happiness and peace."
After the Queen's short speech, the applause died down and a brief silence fell.
Clang-.
The sharp, symbolic sound of shattering glass was heard. Princess Erita, dropping the glass she was holding, stood there with a pale face.
The Queen officially recognizes and blesses the marriage in front of everyone.
It was an absolute covenant, impossible for anyone to object to the marriage, not even to break it off, as it would be an insult to the Queen. It was a marriage registration that could not be broken.
“It’s okay. Playing helps.”
He offered the typical adult-style words to a child who offered to help with chores. I stared at Noah blankly and spoke in a timid voice.
“I feel bad for not being of any help, so I want to give you a wedding present.”
Noah's eyes widened affectionately as he saw my sullen face. He slowly rose, bent down toward me, and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Noah, whose lips had touched mine, comforted me with a gentle voice.
“I told you it’s okay. I won’t give money to your parents either.”
The tone sounds affectionate, but the actual content is that of a dangerous man trying to arrange a secret marriage. This down-to-earth man is full of charm, but cannot secretly say romantic things.
In novels and movies, they're always so good at spouting sweet words, like they're pouring honey on us. Like human cream puffs. But sweetness in moderation is always better.
“I also don’t think there’s anything like a family home.”
I nodded and agreed with his opinion.
***
On the day of the ball, I woke up early, took a bath, and organized my invitation list. Like a freeloader who'd come to his senses and shed his lazy life, I'd gotten used to waking up early and working diligently.
When I heard that the wedding dress was almost finished, I went with Molly and bought a new one. By the time I got home, it was already afternoon. I started helping Molly get ready for the ball.
I looked around in the mirror, wearing a thin silver satin dress with a naturally flowing skirt that revealed my figure.
Although I still haven't worn a dress that reveals my back, the front of the dress is open, reflecting Noah's taste.
Since my upper body is slightly revealing, I thought it would look out of place to wear a corset inside, so I had my chest pulled up to my soul with custom-made padded underwear from the wardrobe.
Bras had already been developed, but they weren't yet commercially available, so they were complex in design and lacked the padding to lift the spirits. This is a truly remarkable invention, a testament to modern technology and intellect.
“It definitely works.”
Molly looked into my chest with a face that seemed to have witnessed a miracle that defied the law of equivalent exchange.
“Molly made one for you, too, didn’t you?”
“I don’t really need it.”
I glanced at Molly's voluptuous torso with sharp eyes as she put on a lace gown embroidered with a subtle rose pattern.
As I finished dressing and went down to the hallway, Noah, wearing a dark blue striped suit and a velvet spring Chesterfield coat, looked at me.
His gaze traveled down my face, stopping just below my chin for a few seconds.
“Let’s go.”
I chuckled inwardly because it was so obvious that he was pretending not to see and that nothing had happened. Was he embarrassed by my fatally assertive spirit?
As I left the front door and climbed into the car, his secretary, Vincent, who was sitting in the driver's seat, greeted me with his characteristically impassive expression. He had his brown hair slicked back with pomade and was dressed in a suit, looking very stylish.
“It’s been a while.”
“Hello, Secretary Ford, are you coming to the ball with me?”
"Yes."
Vincent, strangely excited, has a smile on his face. Why is he so excited?
“It’s getting warmer, hasn’t it?”
Noah, sitting next to me, asked me affectionately, and I smiled faintly, looking up at the evening sky filled with the scent of spring.
“Yes. It smells like spring.”
“Spring has come to your outfit, too. It’s nice to see you.”
The words of a man with a relaxed smile felt like a soft feather tickling my chin. There was no reaction like, "What if other men stare?" Yes, a man who doesn't interfere with my attire is the best.
As the stars outside the car window began to brighten the dark sky, the splendid lights of Tempshire Palace came into view.
In the wide palace square, vehicles and carriages that had already arrived were lined up in an orderly manner, and people from the upper class, dressed in splendid attire, were entering the palace.
“I hope you have a good time.”
Vincent left these words behind and suddenly disappeared. It seemed he had a personal purpose. And Noah had a purpose for coming to the ball, too.
He smiled leisurely and approached Queen Grace II, and the first thing he said was...
“I plan to get married on May 1st, Your Majesty.”
The Queen looked somewhat bewildered at the declaration of war, but soon gave a friendly smile.
“Congratulations, Sir Noah Rotsilt.”
“Please allow me to marry Diana.”
“Do you need my permission? Even if I say no, you’re still going to do it.”
"We don't have any family elders who can give us permission or serve as witnesses. A lot of people are here today, aren't they? So, as a token of our approval and blessing, please give us a congratulatory speech."
"Noah, you're still thorough. Let's do that."
The Queen chuckled and whispered softly enough for only us to hear. My eyes widened, glancing back and forth between Noah and the Queen.
The Queen stood up with a blank expression (she looked slightly annoyed) and raised her champagne glass. The crowd suddenly stopped moving, stood up, and raised their glasses to focus their attention on the Queen.
"May God bless the beautiful journey of marriage between Count Noah Rotsilt, who holds the honorary title of Medea, and Lady Diana Parsene. May their lives be filled with happiness and peace."
After the Queen's short speech, the applause died down and a brief silence fell.
Clang-.
The sharp, symbolic sound of shattering glass was heard. Princess Erita, dropping the glass she was holding, stood there with a pale face.
The Queen officially recognizes and blesses the marriage in front of everyone.
It was an absolute covenant, impossible for anyone to object to the marriage, not even to break it off, as it would be an insult to the Queen. It was a marriage registration that could not be broken.
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