While his other siblings are with their fathers, I am in Almier's room. Almier indeed resembles the emperor; his crimson hair and golden eyes were inherited from his father.
Although he has developed into a fine young boy, he is still adorable.
I looked for the others as I was carrying him, and they appeared to be doing just fine. I accompany them to the garden and tell them some tales. Naturally, as I care for the children, my husbands are by my side.
It appears like they could make time for me and the infants.
Although Casmir is the one who is most busy with us. When I finally finished the story, everyone, including their fathers, cheered.
Despite my desire, it appears that I will only have sons for the time being. I grinned at that notion and couldn't help but see how my spouses are grinning at the infants.
I guess I can only love them as much as they love me right now.
I am currently in my room after performing my duties as the em
I’m no longer who I had been. All those priceless moments I share with Casimir are erased like a burst of lightning, along with everything else I hold dear. She embodies everything I know about my father. The same as two peas in a pod. She is the person I had been looking to for answers as to why I never looked like my father or mother, why they never love me with such tenderness, and why they always treat me like an outcast in their family.She has that beautiful golden blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes. At the time of my eighteenth birthday, the solution was clear as day. After my celebration, the real daughter showed there with an appealing smile and a glance that suggested I had done a terrific job.I first have no idea why. I’m perplexed. I’m always aware of the lack of respect I receive from my family, but it never occurs to me that I might be a fake or even an adopted daughter. After all, the servants have treated me with great courtesy.Sebastian, who serves as our family's chie
My hands are holding my neck while I pant and breathe rapidly. What exactly is going on? I'm not sure. I ought to be dead, am I not? The moment the metal punctured my neck, I know I’m going to die. Why, though, do I feel alive? I'm breathing, why? I don't comprehendI have enough time to look around me for a full minute. I'm in the woods. I have no idea why I'm here. Maybe it's because my soul is lost right now? I make an effort to gaze around while avoiding the jagged edges of the rocks buried in the wet ground. Even though my feet are hurting, there is no blood at the bottom of them when I stop and look. Weird.I see a modest cabin as I am wandering about. I dash there in hopes that some gloomy reapers reside there. One of those eerie old men, you know, who would send a soul to its destination to heaven or hell from the earth. I should be sent to heaven because I've been decent lately, right?But before I could finally approach the location, a strong breeze arrives and shakes my unk
“Why what just transpired?” I ask. I squint as the trembling in my palms won't stop. I listen to Linia speak while tightly clutching my lower skirt.“Is it okay to tell the lady, Kaylla?” First, Linia inquires of Kaylla as they exchange looks. Although Kaylla's eyes were closed as she nodded, I could still see that she was trembling. Is the date today incorrect in some way?On my sixteenth birthday, as far as I can recall, not much else happened outside the fact that the gardener, not the duchess, attacked me. Other than that, things returned to usual once the gardener was imprisoned. Have I missed anything from that day in the past?Linia responds tremblingly, "Milady, there is a corpse of a deer near the backyard, and no one knows who attacked it."“Isn't the gardener to blame for it? Maybe he tried to kill the deer first, then …my mother,” after speaking the final two words, I hesitate. 'My mother' I should have said duchess, but those are the terms I've used to describe them in th
He hands me a small box with a letter inside and says, "Milady, this is the gift that his highness assured me to give you, and this is his private letter for you." The man has brown hair, and I later learned his name is Rutherford. I strain to see the young man's expression, but I am unable to do so. He is the first rank in the western division, as he stated earlier, so perhaps he is a great knight. Compared to the other divisions, the western division is very strict for knights. There are a certain number of knights in it, but only a select few eventually rise to the ranks. Even though I gave this man's appearance some intense credibility, I still feel no threat emanating from him; am I the only one who has these kinds of thoughts? In any case, I accept Sir Rutherford's offer and take the seat next to mine. Sir Rutherford keeps his distance and never closes the door to our room. No malice is intended in that part, but the knight did intend for the servants to be able to see what we
I grip Sir Rutherford's coat as the breeze once more sneaks up to my face. My hands shake as soon as I contact the warm cloth. I continue to clutch onto it as if it were my life. My eyes then start to enlarge. I’m able to get my mouth open, but I am speechless. Like the young man before, the young man in front of me has hair that is lime blonde. But he appears to have good boy features. Ones who can’t kill even a bug.He has the power to enthrall anyone, even when he smiles. I may have been in a previous life, but now, I don't have any prejudice when it comes to someone being beautiful or appealing. Right now, their true feelings are all that matter to me.I've come to understand that after suffering my first traumatic death.People will always decide to support the side that has the advantage in the end. They won't ever want to play the losing side of the game like I do or turn out as I did in that first terrible existence.People who have had luxurious lives are unable to function w
Even if he isn't holding mine any longer, I can still feel his hands. For some strange reason, the warmth of his breath makes me shudder. While sitting on the bed, I grabbed the blanket from my lap. He continues to laugh as I briefly close my eyes.“You appear to be shivering. Lady Solstice, I do apologize for that brief moment," he pauses. He looks at the blanket before putting his hand to his mouth. He gives it a full minute of attention before feigning a cough.However, I couldn't help but notice how his cheeks turned red. My eyebrows shot up when his hands reached out and gave my right hand a quick squeeze.“If the coat you were wearing before slipped away from the balcony, would you mind forgiving me?” My eyes briefly expand before they immediately close. I even furrow my brows because I can't remember what happened earlier.If some uncontrollable force had swept the coat while I was still conscious, I might have understood it, or perhaps I would also have understood the reason f
The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt a shiver travel up and down my spine. His eyes had the power of a piercing thunderbolt. He is not here to talk to me, as far as I can tell. He must be here for a reason, and that reason has to do with this coat and his threatening statements.In this hard game he's making, I can't take a burn. I began to close my eyes as I stared at his emerald eyes, which felt so artificial but seemed so real.As the seconds elapse, I became aware of how slowly time is moving. Everything that I can see is in motion, defying the laws of nature like a drop of water.The young man in front of me moves in the exact opposite direction of those surrounding us, and in a split second, he is leaning his face toward mine. He smirks in front of me and holds onto the mantle of my table."You can't even respond to a basic inquiry, huh? Why? Cat got your tongue, my dear lady?” He threatens. Although I am aware of that tone, his voice seems to be quite seductive for any woman h
I’m struggling to breathe, and for some reason that I’m unable to comprehend in my head, my eyes begin to enlarge. I understand what he is saying, but I can't seem to process it for a second since time is passing slowly in front of my eyes.The man who claims to lead frail ladies into his game of death is standing in front of me one moment, and the next I'm being pulled through the door with my body acting as an accomplice to the man.My mind is telling me to leave. I can immediately run away from this threat since I understood that this man is dangerous, a threat to my goals, and will unquestionably be the cause of my death this second time. But despite my best efforts to think rationally throughout the last several seconds, my body keeps contradicting my thoughts.The young man who knows nothing about me other than my name continues to influence it. Even though I didn't fully understand him at the time, we had the impression that we are in the same boat, competing to see who could l