“Clodel should see this. Immediately.”
“Yes, that would be appropriate.”
The butler placed the guest list and invitation samples on Kyan’s desk and stepped back. Kyan, uncharacteristically hurried, headed to Clodel’s room. His rapid stride made the maids cleaning the floors look up in surprise, but he paid them no mind.
‘How long has it been since I’ve seen her?’
Clodel had been ill and unable to attend the banquet. Therefore, there had been no chance of her stepping out of her room for meals.
Kyan had hoped for a natural opportunity to speak with her, but such a chance never came.
‘It must have been about a week.’
Clodel’s room was eerily empty.
The standoff between Temnes and Bermonte was mutual. It takes two to clap.
Clodel was a Bermonte who refused to extend a hand.
Kyan and the servants knew she didn’t quite fit the Bermonte mold.
If she had reacted strongly to their oppression and coldness, it would have been more satisfying, but only her maid, the fighting cock, was aggressive, while Clodel remained quietly unresponsive.
‘Shouldn’t there have been a guard?’
In such a state, anyone could have entered the lady’s room without notice.
Kyan decided to reprimand the captain of the guards later and knocked on Clodel’s door.
The room was silent.
‘Where could she have gone?’
He quietly opened the door. Despite being summer, the interior, surrounded by thick stone walls and smoothly plastered, was pleasantly cool. Yet, the absence of people made it feel desolate.
‘She must have gone for a walk.’
The enthusiasm drained from his hand holding the list and invitations.
Kyan had hoped to casually start a conversation with Clodel about the hunting contest, as they hadn’t seen each other in a while.
Now, with no woman to converse with, he faced a new dilemma.
Should he leave or wait for her return?
As he considered sitting on the sofa, his eyes widened.
Clodel was there, in the room he thought empty.
She lay on the large, plush bed, her small, slender body covered neatly with a blanket.
‘How could I have not seen her?’
Usually, when someone lies in bed, the blanket bulges, but Clodel, lying among the thick goose down blankets and cushions, was almost indistinguishable from the bed’s plushness.
Kyan approached the bed, careful not to wake her.
‘Was she always this small?’
He extended his hand over her face, surprised to see her entire face fit within his palm.
She seemed even thinner than he remembered, prompting him to observe her closely.
The peacefully sleeping woman’s breathing was so faint that it was almost inaudible.
Her flawless white skin, closed eyelids with red lashes, and eyebrows, all matching her red hair, appeared peaceful.
Kyan sat down beside the bed, watching Clodel, contemplating what to say when she woke.
Kyan had never bowed to anyone.
In this twisted situation, it was clear that he should be the one to extend a hand and ease her mind.
But he found it difficult to utter such words.
The prestige of a family head does not bend.
Facing this unprecedented challenge without prior experience, Kyan found himself in a difficult spot.
“Uhmm.”
As he pondered, Clodel stirred in her sleep.
Suddenly, Clodel turned towards where Kyan was sitting.
Kyan thought she had woken up and quickly stood, but it seemed it was just a sleeping habit. He quietly sat back down, supporting his chin with his hand, and resumed observing her as she lay in deep slumber.
Then, something caught his eye.
The button ornament, which had caused all the commotion, was still on her finger.
Some time had passed since the incident, but why? However, looking at it again, it seemed to suit Clodel, appearing just like a slender ring, if it weren’t for the incident.
‘Does she like rings?’
Seeing it now, his mother’s blue diamond would look absurdly large on Clodel’s thin fingers, as if it would spin around even on her thumb.
Of course, everyone has different finger sizes, but Kyan had never thought about gifting a ring to someone, so he was oblivious to the basic idea of resizing rings before gifting them.
But seeing Clodel still holding onto it made him feel unsettled.
‘I’ll give her another ring, so let’s take this one off.’
As Kyan reached out to gently remove the ring from her finger, the door clicked open.
Hanna entered, carrying a large vase with thick white freesia flowers. Surprised to see Kyan, she hurriedly placed the vase down and bowed her head. Clodel, awakened by the maid’s voice, opened her eyes.
Waking from sleep, Clodel’s drowsy expression quickly transformed into a sharp, alert one. Her golden eyes widened in alarm at the sight of him.
Seeing her reaction, Kyan felt instantly offended. What had he done to deserve such a look from her the moment their eyes met?
He abruptly stood up and reprimanded her.
“You don’t seem to care about the dignity of a lady of the house.”
“……Duke.”
Clodel quickly got out of bed, bowing her head.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
