“I am… what?”Back to the present where Fuschia just woke up from her long sleep, then chatted briefly with two wandering fairies, and found her chambermaids kneel before her. Her stomach rumbled, and her throat was dry. But it doesn't matter!“I am… what again?”She thought a beautiful garden-like paradise with a golden dragon was her dream, but now she doubted that. 'What? Is this the dream?'Merri glances at the confused Fuschia. "Miss, I mean, Your Highness, the doctors said that you are in the early stage of pregnancy,"Fuschia had forgotten how to breathe before Merri gently stroked her back. "Haa... haa,"A sweet smile etched on her face. Not a forced smile that she often showed, but, a sincere smile.Fuschia felt the flower buds in her heart begin to bloom one by one. It was blue, purple, orange, pink, white, and gold. And together it was colorful like a rainbow. Then there is a colony of

'Where is your slave? Your substitutes! Why are you the one who keeps coming here?! I want my baby's father, you jerk!'Fuschia smiled spoiled at Hayden who immediately sat on the side of her big bed. Hayden tucked Fuschia's long hair to her ears. “Who are you talking to that you sound so excited?” Hayden's hand moved to Fuschia's thin cheek.Fuschia gripped the blanket tightly. 'This jerk...'It would be very dangerous if Hayden overheard their talk. Even though Hayden couldn't see Tuyul and Mbayul who were now circling his heads like fruitflies, Fuschia was still worried."Did you hear it? What did I talk to our baby about?”Hearing the word 'our baby' made Hayden's smile crack a little. That time, Fuschia witnessed it. "I didn't really catch it. So, what did you talk to him about?”“I told him that his life would be a happy one with me as a mother, and you as a father. I also said that I would take him around

It was Friday night in the second week of this month. A gentleman's club located on the side of the capital's plaza was busier than usual. One carriage and another jostled each other to enter the mansion. Escort important men on the stage of high society.In this place, they will share information, be it business, politics, sports, even women. The information is exclusive only to important people to other important people. What made today even busier than usual was Duke Mountravven's presence among them.Duke Mountravven managed to occupy the highest position in the gentleman's club, replacing Marquees Elmand, a young Marquees who was handsome and successful in his warhorse business, who was also a big-time playboy. Rumor had it, there was no woman in the capital that he had not slept with except Fuschia Mountravven – Duke Mountravven's only daughter.And the maneuver that positioned the middle-aged Duke to a higher position shifting the young Marquees, wa

Merri was worried because in the past month her lady had been acting like someone else. She became more daring to express her feeling and became more interested in reading. Her lady also often stares at emptiness. As if left alone, she would –poof-, disappear. And Merri didn't want that.She also often fell ill. Yet when she was at the Mountravven residence who often did not feed her, she was always in good condition. But she was grateful because this time, her lady's life was better even though many bad rumors spread about her.‘I will learn to read and write so I can help my lady more!’ Merri wiped Fuschia's favorite chair while Fuschia went to have breakfast with the Crown Prince.“Our lady seems to be in a good mood these days,” said Tina, one of the chambermaids."Yes. It's nice to see her and Crown Prince look harmonious," added Tilda.That morning, there were only four chambermaids on duty in the room. There are

"What the hell? That man said he would erase my memory, but I still remember last night's incident clearly!” Fuschia murmured in disbelief. Her heart was still beating wildly as the terrifying memory rushed into her brain the moment she woke up. Her body trembled again. The sudden headache that hit her made her lie down again. 'Who is it that wants me to miscarry? He says he has a master. Who is the master? Damn, I'm still in danger because only the tail gets cut off, not the head. If I can stop their head, will this madness end? Or will other cunning heads emerge?' Fuschia wiped away the tears that had rolled down her cheeks. She traced her lips. Last night, a strange man saved her life and her baby's. The man also sucked the poison that had entered her body with a steamy kiss. 'Those lips felt like they belonged to that man. His eyes are also golden, just like my baby's eyes. There was no doubt that he was that blonde-haired man. But how did he get here? Is