“What does the princess think about the national marriage with Boswell?”
To the king’s question, Delia firmly answered.
“I clearly refused at that time.”
When Delia refused, persuasion from the Council of Elders followed.
“This is a crisis for Eorenti. Remember your duty as royalty.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to strengthen the bond with the allied country through marriage?”
“Considering the Imperial Army gathering at the border, we desperately need reinforcements in Eorenti now.”
“The fate of Eorenti hangs on your decision, Princess.”
All eyes in the conference room were on Delia.
She felt suffocated.
She had to leave Eorenti for Eorenti.
Despite all she had done to stay in her country.
Why she risked her life to get away from him.
To hide her trembling hands, Delia clenched her skirt and stood up abruptly.
She slowly scanned the people in the room.
Their eyes on Delia were filled with expectations of her role as a princess.
“Regarding the national marriage.”
But as the princess of Eorenti, she couldn’t just ignore their opinions.
Eorenti was in a crisis, and the help of an ally was desperate.
In such a situation, the national marriage was an effective and stable means of diplomacy.
Delia took a deep breath to open her choked prayer.
Even if she cleared her throat, she couldn’t help but shake her voice.
“Give me time to think. I need time to deliberate.”
Delia moved her steps as if avoiding her seat, and left the conference room.
Even as she headed for the door, the people’s eyes were nailed to Delia’s back like arrows.
[This is the time separator]Even in the urgent situation of facing the enemy at the border, the garden of Eorenti Castle was filled with the fragrant scent of flowers.
The fluttering butterflies in the warm sunshine were too busy sucking flower nectar.
But Delia, who had fled the conference room, had nothing in her eyes.
Delia quickly brushed past meaningless landscapes and recalled the meeting.
“I thought I would marry one of the allied countries someday… but it turned out to be Boswell.”
As Delia sighed and murmured, the following maid, Agnes, cautiously spoke.
“If it’s Duke Boswell, he’s quite a wonderful person. Gentlemanly, wellmannered.”
Delia furrowed her brows.
“People are not all about what they look like.”
“But you can’t hide your true feelings, they show.”
“Does he have any hidden feelings?”
“It was obvious at first glance. The look of liking the princess.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
Listening to Agnes’s words, Delia recalled Duke Boswell, who visited as a state guest last year.
He was a distant relative of Queen Eleanor and had a close relationship with the previous king.
Since the talk of national marriage had come up at that time, Delia had no choice but to be deeply involved in receiving Duke Boswell.
Guiding the castle, walking in the garden, drinking tea, and having conversations.
As the princess treating the state guest, she had many opportunities to observe him closely.
From what Delia observed, Duke Boswell was an impeccably perfect man.
Wellgroomed hair, soft eyes, smooth manners, elegant attire symbolizing the Duchy of Boswell, and serious attitude towards ladies.
And he wasn’t an enemy.
Because he was a friendly country that maintains a good relationship with Eorenti.
He wasn’t bad as a marriage partner.
The king and queen and the Council of Elders also seemed to subtly accept the national marriage.
Because the neighboring countries Royeni and Kirens were being invaded and the situation was anxious, it was understandable that they wanted to strengthen the alliance through marriage.
Perhaps Delia would have accepted Boswell.
If she hadn’t seen that scene.
The sight of him roughly hitting his serving maid in a corner of the courtyard.
The contempt and disdain in his eyes looking at the fallen maid.
Delia was repulsed by the behavior of Boswell she had accidentally witnessed.
But what was more deeply ingrained in her memory was what happened after.
When Delia stepped forward to help the maid, he changed instantly.
Soft, elegant, impeccably noble.
As if Delia had dreamed for a moment, he had returned as a perfect gentleman.
If it weren’t for the crying maid’s voice, Delia would have doubted her eyes.
After that, Delia kept her mouth shut about Boswell.
And now Boswell, again.
“If Schtillaytz is a wolf, then Boswell is a hyena.
Commander would be better in comparison.
At this thought, Delia’s steps came to a halt.
Such an absurd thought.
Delia shuddered with shock, hugging her trembling body.
She shook her head violently, as if trying to shake him off.
But the more she refused to think about him, the clearer the memory of him became.
The silvergray eyes that seemed to pierce through her came to mind, and her heart slowed.
The wide embrace that had confined her and the warm heat that had resurrected made her clench her fists.
From the scar he had left on her arm, she could feel a hot heat, as if burning.
The mere thought of him was threatening enough.
A mad commander.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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