My Fiancé Keeps Trying to Raise Me (16 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
Anet quickly pinched her cheek with her fingers, wondering if she was still dreaming.
“Ouch!”
Despite her poor physical condition, the incredible strength of her pinch left her cheek stinging.
Frowning as she rubbed her cheek, Anet spotted a full-length mirror placed on one side of the room while still bewildered.
She couldn’t tell whether the bed was unusually high or if her own height had drastically shrunk—but just as she finally managed to climb down with great effort and stood before the mirror—
“…!”
A tiny child with long red hair cascading haphazardly past her hips stared back at her from the mirror.
Pale, translucent skin; large, round eyes beneath a smooth forehead; a petite, upturned nose; and slightly parted crimson lips.
Even with sunken cheeks from malnutrition, her delicate features were arranged so exquisitely they seemed almost unbearably lovely.
Anet couldn’t tear her gaze from the child in the mirror—whose red eyes blinked like fluttering butterfly wings—when suddenly a certain face flashed through her mind.
It was the Former Queen depicted in the portrait Franz cherished so dearly.
〈It’s no lie—Your Highness truly resembles the late Queen.〉
‘Come to think of it, the nanny often said that…’
In the palace annex where Anet stayed as a child, the only mirror available was a small, cracked fragment.
Believing the maids’ words—that she looked as grotesque as a monster—Anet had stared into that tiny mirror for a long time, trying to confirm the truth.
Yet all she ever saw reflected was a distorted, bizarre red lump.
‘So I thought the nanny was lying…’
Without thinking, Anet reached her dainty maple-leaf-like hand toward the mirror—and recoiled in shock.
Her rabbit-red eyes trembled violently.
“What on earth is this…?”
“Oh my!”
Just then, a stranger’s voice sounded from behind her.
[This is the timeline separator]Anet stared blankly at the woman before her.
The woman, with lilac-colored flowing hair and luminous violet eyes, was breathtakingly beautiful—
far surpassing even Bridget, famed as the greatest beauty in the Heyworth Kingdom.
“You’re already awake? They clearly said it’d take quite a while before you regained consciousness!”
The woman’s voice was as clear and pure as her appearance, and her eyes met Anet’s directly.
Startled, Anet quickly bowed her head.
‘You fool. Everyone hates these eyes.’
Seeing her avert her gaze so obviously, the woman looked flustered and was about to say something—
when hurried footsteps echoed from outside, and the bedroom door burst open.
“…!”
Anet instinctively looked up—and her eyes widened at the sight of the man with refined features.
Before arriving in the Empire, she’d received a brief explanation about the Alkan imperial family.
‘They said the direct descendants have golden hair as if melted pure gold.’
And now, the man before her undeniably possessed that legendary golden hair.
‘I heard the Emperor is in his mid-thirties…’
Yet this man who’d just entered looked nothing older than his twenties.
It couldn’t possibly be Grand Duke Harzent—he was said to wear a mask constantly due to his hideous appearance.
‘Then… is this truly the Emperor…?’
Uncertain and unsure what to do, Anet hesitated—
while Lucius, Emperor of Alkan, stood frozen in astonishment, having never expected Anet to awaken so soon, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.
At that moment, the woman called out to him.
“Your Majesty! You can’t just barge into a lady’s chamber like this!”
“I heard Her Majesty was here, so I entered without thinking…”
At Lucius’s absentminded murmur, Anet snapped back to her senses and dropped to one knee on the floor with a thud.
“I, Princess Anet Heyworth of Heyworth, humbly greet Their Majesties, the Emperor and Empress of the Alkan Empire.”
As she hastily bowed, her face twisted in distress.
The pain throbbing in her wrist and knee from touching the cold marble floor wasn’t what troubled her—
but the realization that she’d just bowed like a knight, out of long-forgotten habit.
Aside from a few lessons personally taught by Sara long ago, Anet had learned court etiquette solely by observation and had never felt confident in it—so this old habit surfacing now mortified her.
“Goodness, please get up at once!”
Empress Charlotte, seeing this, cried out in alarm.
Misinterpreting Charlotte’s reaction as criticism, Anet bit down hard on the soft flesh of her cheek, cursing her own foolishness—
when Charlotte gently took her arm with hands as careful as if handling glass and helped her rise.
Anet was so bewildered she didn’t even know what expression to make.
The warmth of another’s touch felt utterly unfamiliar—and so was the unhesitating kindness behind it.
“This is entirely Your Majesty’s fault.”
“I sincerely apologize.”
At his wife’s reproach, Lucius quickly offered his apology.
His speech was as dignified as his features were refined.
Anet was even more astonished—she’d never expected the Imperial Emperor to address her with such courtesy.
Moreover, he deliberately kept his face half-turned away, staring at the wall rather than looking directly at her.
Puzzled, Anet suddenly recalled Charlotte’s words and quickly glanced down at herself.
She was wearing a beige nightgown reaching her ankles—slightly oversized, so her figure remained largely hidden.
And since she’d inexplicably become a child, there was nothing embarrassing about her appearance.
Yet Lucius continued apologizing as if he’d committed a grave offense.
“The palace physician assured me you wouldn’t regain consciousness until evening… No, even so, entering without permission was wrong. I’m truly sorry, Your Highness.”
Then he added something odd.
“This—about Kardin, that fellow… I mean, Grand Duke Harzent—please keep it a secret from him.”
“Huh?”
“If he finds out, he’ll surely throw a fit…”
“Your Majesty.”
Charlotte swiftly cut Lucius off and winked at Anet, whispering,
“This too, please keep it secret.”
Anet, caught off guard, nodded and swallowed hard.
“Um… but…”
Do Your Majesties not see me as a child?
She nearly asked, wondering if this strange sight existed only in her eyes—but hesitated.
What if her mind was clouded by the beast’s blood, making her hallucinate? She feared speaking might make them think her mad.
More than her own state, she worried the alliance might be jeopardized.
Fortunately, neither seemed to grasp what she’d been about to say.
‘Of course—no one suddenly turns into a child.’
Just as Anet began suspecting her vision might be a continuation of her earlier dream—
“Anyway, so it really was Sir Heyworth. I suspected when I saw your hair color, but anyone would think you’re just a child…”
“…!”
Anet’s eyes flew wide open at Charlotte’s words.
Since she was the only knight among the Heyworth royals, “Sir Heyworth” could only refer to herself.
‘But a child!’
Staring in horror, she watched as Charlotte smiled faintly and asked,
“Could you perhaps explain what happened?”
[This is the timeline separator]“This way, Your Highness.”
Anet nodded and followed the maids Charlotte had assigned to her.
Though she’d hastily washed off the beast’s blood without permission, she was still covered in dirt and grime—so she agreed with the Empress’s suggestion to bathe first, then discuss matters calmly.
Entering the bathing chamber with the maids, Anet’s eyes widened at the sight of steam gently rising from the tub.
‘Warm water!’
Even after becoming Captain of the Royal Knights, the condition of Anet’s palace annex hadn’t improved.
She rarely stayed in the palace anyway—spending most days hunting beasts—so she didn’t particularly mind, except for one thing: even the undemanding Anet had always longed to soak in warm water.
Having to leap into a frozen lake in the dead of winter to avoid her subordinates’ eyes, even in deep winter, was truly miserable for her.
“Then allow us to assist you with your bath.”
Seeing the maids pour scented oil into the tub, create foam, and move to help her undress, Anet took a step back.
“I’m fine.”
“But…”
“I can manage alone.”
Aside from when her nanny was present in early childhood, Anet had never once received help bathing.
Though the maids hesitated at her claim of preferring solitude, they’d been forewarned of her true identity—and so ultimately obeyed her firm refusal.
The moment the maids left the bathing chamber, Anet leapt into the tub.
Perhaps because her body had become a child’s, her actions felt childlike too—but she stopped overthinking, lost in the soft foam and the comfortably warm water that lulled her into drowsiness.
Yet peace lasted only briefly. Remembering the Emperor and Empress were waiting, she hurriedly washed and stepped out—only to be met by an enormous dilemma.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Did the Empress Dowager get indesgestion because Anet is too cute or what?
Wow this novel has it all, huh? No misunderstanding over the ML’s feelings towards FL, kind and loving imperial family wow
Always a favorite of mine when hurt, abandoned, abused MCs gets a chance of having a true family 🥹