Episode 47. It was boiling that day, wasn't it?
Margot had always wanted to say this to Ansen.
'How dare you.'
“It’s embarrassing to talk about the royal family so carelessly. I’m no exception.”
It's true that she abandoned her duty and crossed the sea, as Noah had thought, but it was she who achieved it. In terms of momentum, she was no less than King Herod.
Margot took a step towards him and warned him.
“Don’t be curious about anything.”
“...”
“It has nothing to do with you.”
Then she turned and entered the mansion. Then the majestic gate, resembling the golden bars of Herod's palace, closed with a heavy clang.
“Representative.”
The secretary stood there blankly, glaring at the mansion, and called out to Ansen.
Although the distance between the mansions is quite wide, it is a place where people live together. Curious eyes sparkled everywhere.
“Please go back.”
It was hot inside, as if a furnace was boiling.
A feeling of humiliation even greater than the moment when he had shamefully asked for understanding in front of Prince Noah was overwhelming.
Above all...
Ansen raised his head and glared at the gleaming golden gate with a blazing gaze. He didn't yet have the strength to tear it open.
Why not?
The opponent is Herod's royal family. No matter how much money or authority one possesses, it is no match for a nation with such a long history.
He thought Olivia, a woman with nothing and nothing to show for it, would always wander from one shack to another. He thought her only salvation was him.
Before he knew it, she was standing behind golden bars that even he could not approach.
Ansen couldn't tolerate that.
Meanwhile, at that time, Herod's royal family.
Beatrix was confident that Leonard's spirits had recently soared higher than the spires of Hamelin Cathedral, and that she could hang the crown on him.
As the saying goes, you can know the depth of a fire ten miles away, but not the depth of a person one mile away. This was also an opportunity for her to realize that there was still much she did not know about her husband.
There were many words to define her husband: cynical, self-righteous, hypocritical, selfish, etc., but she had to add the word immoral to them.
As the Queen crossed the hall in a rage, carrying a crumpled newspaper, the servants hastily lowered their heads.
Her anger was so intense that, surprisingly, she flung open the office door before the servant could even announce her arrival.
"Your Majesty!!"
The Queen, always gentle and refined, displayed a fighting spirit no less than that of any warrior. The officials assisting the King in his office stepped back in shock.
Leonard quickly sent them out, as if he was trying to stab them.
As the officials hurried out of the office, Beatrix immediately asked.
“What on earth is this?”
Beatrix thrust the front page of the newspaper at Leonard and questioned him. A large photo of Noah's cruise ship hung on the front page, with photos of Noah and Olivia side by side beneath it.
[Prince Noah secretly heads to Pulder to meet Olivia Liberty.]
"Ahem, who wrote this? Seriously. How did they know? Reporters have great information. Aren't they..."
The King shrugged his shoulders at the Queen's terrifying gaze.
Her pale blue eyes felt like those of a beast, unfeeling today. Had she become a lion herself, having married Herod's lion?
“If by any chance Noah fails to propose, what are you going to do about the aftermath?”
“...”
"No, actually, you published this article in anticipation of that possibility, didn't you? A Prince in love with a commoner, a royal family supporting his choice, the protagonist of a tragic love story. Well, it's a melodrama of that sort. Or maybe they could use this as an excuse to pressure Olivia later."
Her words were absolutely right. Indeed, the capital was now in an uproar over this story.
Newspaper presidents came to the King with bundles of cash, bowing their heads, as they sold record-breaking copies in just a few hours.
Asking, 'What does the King think about this?'
Beatrix shook her head and confessed.
"Noah has always lived up to your expectations, doing as you've told him. He may have grumbled and shown his displeasure, but if there's even one instance where he's neglected his duties, please tell me."
“...”
"This is a deception. It's a deception for everyone, and it could be a burden to Noah and Olivia, the parties involved."
“Those two will definitely get married, Your Majesty.”
“You really!! How can you be so sure of that!!”
Beatrix snapped, but Leonard only became more calm.
Beatrix, who had been so excited that her heart was pounding, felt a chill in her heart at the sight of her husband's cold, heartless gaze.
Leonard Astrid is the King.
Like a man who moves his pieces on a chessboard several moves ahead, he orchestrated everything in the world.
In this day and age, a royal family is likely to fall unless a wise leader foresees the future and leads the way. Just as Polia did.
Beatrix closed her eyes as if collapsing.
“...Please forgive my rudeness.”
“Noah have to win that marriage. And he will definitely win it.”
“...”
"But I will keep my promise. I promise not to let the press in on Noah again."
Beatrix nodded slowly.
“Trixie.”
“..”
“Look at me.”
When Beatrix, who had been stubbornly keeping her eyes closed, opened them, Leonard gently grabbed her arm.
"You can't be swayed. The newspaper article will be published, and the social circles will be in an uproar. Rumors about Noah and Isabelle Seymour will also start to spread. If you don't step up, there will be some really dirty rumors going around."
Beatrix nodded with a complicated feeling.
"I know what you mean. I already called Mrs. Seymour as soon as I saw the article. She'll be here soon."
“As expected! As expected, you're is my Queen!”
"Even so, it was something that happened inside the polo club. Don't worry, it won't be difficult to silence those people there. I'll go then."
Beatrix gently pulled her arm away and turned around. But before she could take a single step, she turned back to look at her husband.
"Why?"
“You... how could you be sure that Noah and Young Lady Seymour weren’t on good terms?”
Wasn't he the one who believed all those flimsy flyers?
But Leonard laughed like a leisurely lion and crossed his arms.
“Men are animals that have something in common with each other.”
“...”
"I actually knew all the rumors he'd been spreading were false. In fact, at my age, I was worried that all those rumors were false. There was a time when I worried he might like men... No."
Leonard quickly stopped talking and cleared his throat at the Queen's chilling expression.
“Anyway... well, I’ve been checking it out a few times because there’s a rumor going around that’s a bit different from the usual ones. But that Noah guy... he never gets excited.”
"Yes?"
Leonard chuckled and shrugged.
"Didn't you see that day? Usher, who had been following Noah, returned and said he was heading to Pulder. Remember Noah barging in at that moment?"
Beatrix finally turned completely to face her husband.
That day, she was completely out of it. She took a deep breath and calmly thought about her son that day.
Then, memories with one foot each in the unconscious and conscious were gradually drawn.
His breathing became rough as if he had been running, his shoulders shook, his eyes were wide open, and his cheeks were flushed.
"Ah..."
“Is this your first time seeing such a face?”
Beatrix dug up memories from the distant past.
That night, the night Olivia disappeared.
“His Highness Prince Noah took me to where the knights were.”
Beatrix blinked blankly.
Leonard smiled at her face.
“So, he’ll come back with Olivia. You go ahead and do your job.”
Beatrix nodded, her expression much firmer than before.
“Don’t worry.”
Isabelle stared intently at the front page of the newspaper.
The front page, with Noah Astrid's face next to Olivia Liberty's, was as terrifying as a nightmare.
The Prince, who had said he would not care about Isabelle's dignity in the least, actually acted as he had said.
If he had any regard for her dignity, the woman he chose instead would not have been Olivia Liberty, a commoner.
“This is a lie.”
As Isabelle muttered, Madame Zuberne, sitting opposite her, raised her eyebrows and sighed.
"What kind of connection did you have during that time? Why are you making it sound like you were meeting a lover? This is definitely a lie, ma'am."
At the stubborn tone of his words, Madame Zuberne firmed her lips and elegantly folded her hands.
As the third daughter of a humble family, the best person she could marry was the equally insignificant Viscount Zuberne.
Madame Zuberne, who was at best a teacher of etiquette for a humble family, conquered the social world solely with her matchmaking skills.
Matchmaking is a kind of war.
You must consider the wealth, family traditions, and connections of both families, and you must also know the personalities of the parties well.
If you bring Madame Zuberne with you as your chaperone, you will definitely get the marriage you want.
For the past decade or so, this statement has been held up as a proposition.
And today, that proposition was broken.
Because of Prince Noah's love story on the front page of the newspaper.
Margot had always wanted to say this to Ansen.
'How dare you.'
“It’s embarrassing to talk about the royal family so carelessly. I’m no exception.”
It's true that she abandoned her duty and crossed the sea, as Noah had thought, but it was she who achieved it. In terms of momentum, she was no less than King Herod.
Margot took a step towards him and warned him.
“Don’t be curious about anything.”
“...”
“It has nothing to do with you.”
Then she turned and entered the mansion. Then the majestic gate, resembling the golden bars of Herod's palace, closed with a heavy clang.
“Representative.”
The secretary stood there blankly, glaring at the mansion, and called out to Ansen.
Although the distance between the mansions is quite wide, it is a place where people live together. Curious eyes sparkled everywhere.
“Please go back.”
It was hot inside, as if a furnace was boiling.
A feeling of humiliation even greater than the moment when he had shamefully asked for understanding in front of Prince Noah was overwhelming.
Above all...
Ansen raised his head and glared at the gleaming golden gate with a blazing gaze. He didn't yet have the strength to tear it open.
Why not?
The opponent is Herod's royal family. No matter how much money or authority one possesses, it is no match for a nation with such a long history.
He thought Olivia, a woman with nothing and nothing to show for it, would always wander from one shack to another. He thought her only salvation was him.
Before he knew it, she was standing behind golden bars that even he could not approach.
Ansen couldn't tolerate that.
***
Meanwhile, at that time, Herod's royal family.
Beatrix was confident that Leonard's spirits had recently soared higher than the spires of Hamelin Cathedral, and that she could hang the crown on him.
As the saying goes, you can know the depth of a fire ten miles away, but not the depth of a person one mile away. This was also an opportunity for her to realize that there was still much she did not know about her husband.
There were many words to define her husband: cynical, self-righteous, hypocritical, selfish, etc., but she had to add the word immoral to them.
As the Queen crossed the hall in a rage, carrying a crumpled newspaper, the servants hastily lowered their heads.
Her anger was so intense that, surprisingly, she flung open the office door before the servant could even announce her arrival.
"Your Majesty!!"
The Queen, always gentle and refined, displayed a fighting spirit no less than that of any warrior. The officials assisting the King in his office stepped back in shock.
Leonard quickly sent them out, as if he was trying to stab them.
As the officials hurried out of the office, Beatrix immediately asked.
“What on earth is this?”
Beatrix thrust the front page of the newspaper at Leonard and questioned him. A large photo of Noah's cruise ship hung on the front page, with photos of Noah and Olivia side by side beneath it.
[Prince Noah secretly heads to Pulder to meet Olivia Liberty.]
"Ahem, who wrote this? Seriously. How did they know? Reporters have great information. Aren't they..."
The King shrugged his shoulders at the Queen's terrifying gaze.
Her pale blue eyes felt like those of a beast, unfeeling today. Had she become a lion herself, having married Herod's lion?
“If by any chance Noah fails to propose, what are you going to do about the aftermath?”
“...”
"No, actually, you published this article in anticipation of that possibility, didn't you? A Prince in love with a commoner, a royal family supporting his choice, the protagonist of a tragic love story. Well, it's a melodrama of that sort. Or maybe they could use this as an excuse to pressure Olivia later."
Her words were absolutely right. Indeed, the capital was now in an uproar over this story.
Newspaper presidents came to the King with bundles of cash, bowing their heads, as they sold record-breaking copies in just a few hours.
Asking, 'What does the King think about this?'
Beatrix shook her head and confessed.
"Noah has always lived up to your expectations, doing as you've told him. He may have grumbled and shown his displeasure, but if there's even one instance where he's neglected his duties, please tell me."
“...”
"This is a deception. It's a deception for everyone, and it could be a burden to Noah and Olivia, the parties involved."
“Those two will definitely get married, Your Majesty.”
“You really!! How can you be so sure of that!!”
Beatrix snapped, but Leonard only became more calm.
Beatrix, who had been so excited that her heart was pounding, felt a chill in her heart at the sight of her husband's cold, heartless gaze.
Leonard Astrid is the King.
Like a man who moves his pieces on a chessboard several moves ahead, he orchestrated everything in the world.
In this day and age, a royal family is likely to fall unless a wise leader foresees the future and leads the way. Just as Polia did.
Beatrix closed her eyes as if collapsing.
“...Please forgive my rudeness.”
“Noah have to win that marriage. And he will definitely win it.”
“...”
"But I will keep my promise. I promise not to let the press in on Noah again."
Beatrix nodded slowly.
“Trixie.”
“..”
“Look at me.”
When Beatrix, who had been stubbornly keeping her eyes closed, opened them, Leonard gently grabbed her arm.
"You can't be swayed. The newspaper article will be published, and the social circles will be in an uproar. Rumors about Noah and Isabelle Seymour will also start to spread. If you don't step up, there will be some really dirty rumors going around."
Beatrix nodded with a complicated feeling.
"I know what you mean. I already called Mrs. Seymour as soon as I saw the article. She'll be here soon."
“As expected! As expected, you're is my Queen!”
"Even so, it was something that happened inside the polo club. Don't worry, it won't be difficult to silence those people there. I'll go then."
Beatrix gently pulled her arm away and turned around. But before she could take a single step, she turned back to look at her husband.
"Why?"
“You... how could you be sure that Noah and Young Lady Seymour weren’t on good terms?”
Wasn't he the one who believed all those flimsy flyers?
But Leonard laughed like a leisurely lion and crossed his arms.
“Men are animals that have something in common with each other.”
“...”
"I actually knew all the rumors he'd been spreading were false. In fact, at my age, I was worried that all those rumors were false. There was a time when I worried he might like men... No."
Leonard quickly stopped talking and cleared his throat at the Queen's chilling expression.
“Anyway... well, I’ve been checking it out a few times because there’s a rumor going around that’s a bit different from the usual ones. But that Noah guy... he never gets excited.”
“Boiling over? Where do you find such vague expressions?”
“But you were boiling over that day, weren't you?”
Leonard chuckled and shrugged.
"Didn't you see that day? Usher, who had been following Noah, returned and said he was heading to Pulder. Remember Noah barging in at that moment?"
Beatrix finally turned completely to face her husband.
That day, she was completely out of it. She took a deep breath and calmly thought about her son that day.
Then, memories with one foot each in the unconscious and conscious were gradually drawn.
His breathing became rough as if he had been running, his shoulders shook, his eyes were wide open, and his cheeks were flushed.
"Ah..."
“Is this your first time seeing such a face?”
Beatrix dug up memories from the distant past.
That night, the night Olivia disappeared.
“His Highness Prince Noah took me to where the knights were.”
Beatrix blinked blankly.
Leonard smiled at her face.
“So, he’ll come back with Olivia. You go ahead and do your job.”
Beatrix nodded, her expression much firmer than before.
“Don’t worry.”
***
Isabelle stared intently at the front page of the newspaper.
The front page, with Noah Astrid's face next to Olivia Liberty's, was as terrifying as a nightmare.
The Prince, who had said he would not care about Isabelle's dignity in the least, actually acted as he had said.
If he had any regard for her dignity, the woman he chose instead would not have been Olivia Liberty, a commoner.
“This is a lie.”
As Isabelle muttered, Madame Zuberne, sitting opposite her, raised her eyebrows and sighed.
"What kind of connection did you have during that time? Why are you making it sound like you were meeting a lover? This is definitely a lie, ma'am."
At the stubborn tone of his words, Madame Zuberne firmed her lips and elegantly folded her hands.
As the third daughter of a humble family, the best person she could marry was the equally insignificant Viscount Zuberne.
Madame Zuberne, who was at best a teacher of etiquette for a humble family, conquered the social world solely with her matchmaking skills.
Matchmaking is a kind of war.
You must consider the wealth, family traditions, and connections of both families, and you must also know the personalities of the parties well.
If you bring Madame Zuberne with you as your chaperone, you will definitely get the marriage you want.
For the past decade or so, this statement has been held up as a proposition.
And today, that proposition was broken.
Because of Prince Noah's love story on the front page of the newspaper.
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