Alfonso maintained a polite and neat demeanor. Since his arrival at the winter palace of Taranto, his schedule mostly revolved around escorting the Duchess of Lariessa.
He did have royal duties, but mostly, the Duchess accompanied him in family activities. Thus, apart from the time for his lessons and personal training, he spent the whole day with the Duchess.
It was a schedule that would have made most boys his age run away. But he dutifully carried out his assigned role.
“What were your plans for this morning?”
Lariessa looked at Prince Alfonso. She wanted to probe why his reply was delayed.
Alfonso immediately answered in a plain tone.
“I practiced javelin throwing this morning.”
Lariessa’s face lit up with a smile. Right, there’s no way our Prince Alfonso would delay replying to my letter for any other reason.
But wait, didn’t he know the letter would arrive in the morning? Shouldn’t he have checked the letter first, replied, and then gone for training? That’s what I would have done.
A sense of disappointment began to swell within her. Lariessa could not hide her expression and looked up at Alfonso. Alfonso looked back at her, unable to imagine what she was thinking.
As their eyes met, a faint smile crossed his handsome face.
‘He smiled at me!’
A tingling sensation ran up Lariessa’s spine. It felt like small fireworks were going off inside her head.
‘He loves me too!’
The moment she saw Alfonso’s face, all her disappointments melted away like snow. This was enough.
With one courteous lift of Alfonso’s lips, Lariessa became the happiest woman in the world.
While Lariessa was oscillating between heaven and hell, their carriage headed towards the city center of Taranto. The winter palace of Taranto and the city center were quite close, so they could arrive after a very short carriage ride.
Lariessa was wearing a pink silk dress that she would have worn in autumn if she were in Montpellier. As the carriage stopped, she elegantly descended from the carriage, escorted by Prince Alfonso, in her thin dress.
Then, a man holding a huge bouquet of flowers approached from the square fountain. The bouquet was a deep pink, seemingly matched to the color of the Duchess’s silk dress.
The man dramatically kneeled and offered the bouquet to the Duchess.
“This is a bouquet sent anonymously by my master who adores you, Duchess! Please accept it!”
“Oh my!”
Lariessa embraced the large bouquet with a flushed face.
“I’m really thankful to whichever gentleman it is! I can’t accept his feelings, but… the flowers are really pretty.”
She was so intoxicated by the ‘popular me’ that she failed to notice Prince Alfonso’s unhappy expression.
“I have delivered the message!”
Perhaps worried that Princess Ariadne might return the flowers, the man quickly handed over the flowers and left the plaza.
“My goodness, how did he know I would be in the city center of Taranto today… He must really like me.”
“Indeed.”
Prince Alfonso’s answer was unusually cynical for his usual gentle self.
“Today’s schedule was decided just this morning, only the Princess and my subordinates knew about it, how could he have sent the bouquet?”
“Exactly what I was thinking!”
Jealous, aren’t you? You must be! Be jealous! Ariadne scanned Alfonso with her eyes, shimmering with anticipation.
Alfonso barely resisted the urge to press his throbbing temples.
This Princess was either an arrogant person who others thought was incredibly stupid, or a person who was so obtuse that she didn’t realize others could notice things.
The man who handed over the bouquet spoke to Princess Ariadne in Etruscan. Even though the Etruscan was short, the Princess understood the message, ‘a bouquet sent by an adoring man’, without hesitation.
An undisclosed schedule, a smoothly progressing situation, a Princess who understood a foreign language like it was her own. It was clearly a play she had staged herself.
‘Does she have no confidence?’
Alfonso couldn’t help but sigh.
The petals of the massive bouquet that Princess Ariadne held and cherished were deep pink, but as they got closer to the calyx, the color faded to white, and at the end, it abruptly turned into a deep green.
The green traveling down the stem, the deep green leaves. Green eyes. Sparkling green eyes. His Ariadne.
Alfonso washed his face. It was a gesture of resisting the urge to drop everything and run away.
[This is the time separator]After the troublemakers left for Taranto, the de Mare mansion in San Carlo was experiencing relatively peaceful days.
Isabella, who was released from confinement, was extremely cautious around Cardinal de Mare. She stayed in her room whenever he was in the house.
Lucrezia, whose purse was scraped clean by her son and had no discretionary funds, also stayed holed up in the corner of the house, unable to go shopping as she usually did, and drank.
Lucrezia and Isabella spent their days as if they didn’t exist, gossiping about others or plotting for the future.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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