Queen Marguerite, who had risen from her seat in the middle of the ball with Leo III, had returned to the Queen’s Palace and was undressing. She had her servants take off her earrings, but was interrupted by a maid, Lady Carla.
“Your Majesty… Prince Alfonso is here.”
“Alfonso? At this hour?”
She had changed from her elaborate ball gown into indoor clothes, but she hadn’t yet removed her makeup and washed up.
“Didn’t we agree to meet tomorrow?”
“He is waiting outside.”
Queen Marguerite sighed.
“It’s late… Can’t he wait for another hour? Tell him I need to freshen up.”
“Your Majesty, I think… you should come out now.”
Lady Carla, who would never go against Queen Marguerite’s wishes, bowed deeply. Queen Marguerite was a bit surprised and asked.
“What is it?”
“It’s complicated to explain… I asked everyone to step back, and they’re waiting in the ‘Queen’s Reception Room’.”
Feeling something was wrong, Queen Marguerite dismissed all the maids who had been helping her with a wave of her hand.
Alfonso always came straight into the private chambers when he visited Queen Marguerite, he never met her in the ‘Queen’s Reception Room’, a place for greeting guests.
Moreover, ‘they’? Queen Marguerite, feeling a bad premonition, told Lady Carla.
“Let’s go out now.”
[This is the time separator]As soon as Alfonso arrived at the Queen’s Palace, he asked Lady Carla to introduce his mother and immediately sent someone to the Prince’s Palace to bring Count Bernardino.
Lady Carla immediately sent a servant, but since it was close to midnight, Count Bernardino, the prince’s secretary, was not at his post and instead Knight Elko was on duty.
He was the ashhaired knight who had escorted Ariadne to a secret meeting with Alfonso before.
Prince Alfonso ordered Knight Elko, who had rushed to the Queen’s Palace, to take care of the corpse. He showed him where the corpse of the Duke of Mireille was and ordered him to discreetly collect it and place it somewhere safe.
Knight Elko, with bowed head, immediately responded.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“After you’ve safely stored it, come and report to me immediately.”
“Understood, Your Highness.”
After Knight Elko left to collect the Duke of Mireille’s body, Alfonso and Ariadne did not say a word. They sat in silence in the Queen’s Reception Room, waiting for Queen Marguerite to arrive. As the silence stretched, Alfonso tightly held Ariadne’s hand.
‘……’
The bruises Ariadne had received from the Duke of Mireille were now starting to swell properly. The bruise that had turned from red to blue was now a dark purple, almost black.
Around her neck, the full purple bruise and the blood that had dried up on her burst lips during the fight made her look horrendous. She seemed to have a fever. Or maybe it was because of the tension. Ariadne’s body began to shiver.
Noticing this, Alfonso pulled his cloak and wrapped it around Ariadne. After completely enveloping her in the purple cloak, he carefully checked to make sure she was covered and then stroked her forehead.
“Are you cold?”
Ariadne, who was about to answer Alfonso’s question, paused. Alfonso, who was looking at her, also felt something strange and followed Ariadne’s gaze to look behind him.
There stood Queen Marguerite, her eyes wide open.
‘……Oh no.’
Ariadne clicked her tongue. Queen Marguerite’s expression was not good. Though they had to tell her the bad news—that her son was in love with a lowly girl and had killed a highranking nobleman from another country because of her—it wasn’t necessary to reveal it so vividly.
From Queen Marguerite’s point of view, it was like being struck by lightning in the middle of the night. She rushed to the reception room late at night because her son was waiting, and found him with a girl who had clearly been beaten. To make matters worse, her son was tenderly engaging in physical contact with the girl.
She swayed, feeling as if her vision was spinning, placing her hand on her forehead.
“Your Majesty the Queen!”
Lady Carla, who followed Queen Marguerite, hurriedly supported her.
Lady Carla wanted to express her feelings by glaring at Ariadne with fierce eyes, but she couldn’t speak first in the presence of the silent Queen.
“It’s alright, it’s alright.”
Queen Marguerite, after taking a moment to catch her breath, first asked Prince Alfonso.
“Surely you didn’t do this?”
She asked, pointing at the disheveled Ariadne with her chin. Both Alfonso and Ariadne were surprised.
“No, it wasn’t me.”
Alfonso quickly denied with a wave of his hand. Ariadne wanted to explain the situation further, but she felt that if she spoke up now, the outcome would not be good, so she remained silent.
“What happened was…”
Prince Alfonso explained to Queen Marguerite that an unidentified man had kidnapped Ariadne in the royal carriage and assaulted her, and that he had rescued her.
Relieved at the fact that her son wasn’t the one who beat the woman, Queen Marguerite let out a sigh of relief and asked.
“So, what happened to the assailant? Did you catch him?”
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
