Since the engagement ceremony at the age of eleven, forced upon us as if notified, I have not liked Olivia.
“Crown Prince. The Imperial Family has pushed the first princess of Madelleine as the Crown Prince’s fiancée. You know, the greeneyed one. How dare she look at the Crown Prince…”
My mother, the Empress, was not wrong in her words.
People called Olivia a halfMadelleine.
If Madelleine were not the head of the Imperial Family, and if it were not a time when the balance between the Imperial Family and the nobles had to be maintained, the engagement would never have taken place.
Olivia, who visited my palace unannounced last Wednesday, came to mind.
As if taking away the place of my lover, Maria Etel, was not enough, she also took away the time we spent together.
Leopold sat down heavily in his seat.
“You know, Your Majesty. Please spend some time with the princess today. We have our relations with the Madelleines, don’t we?”
All the way here, the adjutant’s nagging rang in my ears.
If all went according to plan, I would have spent time placating Olivia, even pretending to.
But the desire to do so had been entirely cut off.
Leopold grinned.
“You are always diligent.”
“Ah, thank you,”
“I thought I would come early today and act like a gentleman, waiting for you. You always make me the late one.”
The voice that cut through the words brought intense displeasure.
Startled, Olivia looked at Leopold. One handsome eyebrow quirked up sharply.
Her heart dropped with a thud.
What went wrong? Leopold’s face looked good until he walked in.
“I had no such intention. I just wanted to see Your Majesty soon.”
“Ha ha. It was a joke. You are so naive.”
Leopold laughed heartily and nodded his head. The servant by the wall came over and set up a hot tea pot, tea cups, and refreshments on the table.
Everything flowed smoothly, and the only one who couldn’t follow the mood was Olivia herself.
Really… was it a joke?
Olivia quietly studied Leopold’s face. Leopold lifted the tea cup with a dignified gesture.
“The fragrance is quite nice.”
Leopold’s brow was relaxed. His eyes met hers, and the eyes that held the blue pupils like the sea softened kindly.
“You used to like sweets.”
She used to. Until the day at seventeen, when Leopold commented that she seemed to have gained weight.
But Olivia suppressed that fact and smiled. Leopold’s smile quickly eroded her anxiety.
“Thank you.”
Yes. It must have been a joke. Otherwise, Leopold had no reason to do that to her.
Levanfell picked up a cream cookie and put it in his mouth. The expression was smooth, as if he liked the sugar cream melting crisply in his mouth.
Levanfell, who did not like sweets, only sought the sweet cookie that was crispy sugar cream when drinking hot tea.
It was good that he had spoken in advance. Olivia drank tea with a relaxed feeling. The tea scent was particularly good today.
“Ah. That’s missing. Bertang.”
“Yes. Your Highness.”
Count Hadgis hurriedly approached Levanfell’s side.
What is missing? Olivia was examining the table at that moment.
“Fig jam. Bring it quickly.”
“……Yes.”
Count Hadgis’s response was a beat late. A strange expression briefly crossed the face of such a loyal person.
Fig jam, Levanfell liked fig jam,
“How it happens to miss something the princess likes.”
Tsk, at the sound of clicking one’s tongue, it suddenly occurred to her.
The news that Duke Etel had purchased a new orchard. To fully plant figs that Maria Etel, his beloved youngest daughter, liked so much.
So……
It was like being splashed with cold water. Olivia looked at Levanfell.
Levanfell’s eyes were slightly narrowed. Bright blue eyes were staring sharply from beneath kind, curved eyes.
Indeed, as if expecting some kind of reaction.
The temperature touching the palm wrapped around the teacup was not distinguishable whether it was cold or hot.
What could be the intention?
What reaction does he want me to show?
Until now, Levanfell hadn’t been very good at keeping promises, but he was kind.
He sent flowers and gifts, and even cards when he couldn’t keep promises. He carved out busy time to make today happen.
Above all.
“What a pretty name, Olivia.”
Nine years old, since the first time I met Levanfell on his birthday, he had shown me brilliant salvation. He was the person I loved.
So all I could say was just this.
“……I liked figs.”
Olivia spoke as dryly as if speaking someone else’s words.
Olivia took her hand off the teacup. The tips of both hands hidden under the table pinched each other painfully.
“Didn’t you?”
Levanfell pretended not to know and tilted his head.
“……I enjoy eating it quite a bit during fig season.”
Levanfell chuckled. As if he knew it all along.
The corner of her eye was hot. In case Levanfell’s appearance became even slightly blurry, Olivia sharpened her nails and pricked her hand.
Feeling as if she’d show an ugly side even for a moment, Olivia straightened her back.
“Olivia.”
“Yes. Your Highness.”
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
