The might of the Schtillayts Empire was strong.
They were heading south straight to the Iorenty capital, without a hint of stopping or returning.
Every day, new news of defeat arrived at the royal palace.
A sense of crisis, as if a cannon could explode in front of them at any moment, shook the Iorenty royal castle.
The Iorenty royal family had no choice but to hurry the departure preparations for the envoy to Boswell.
“Hurry and load the luggage.”
A somewhat urgent voice of the captain echoed throughout the Rieste Harbor.
Following the captain’s orders, the workers hoisted heavy loads onto their shoulders and onto the ship.
Numerous boxes were loaded onto the royal ship moored at Rieste Harbor.
Fine cloth and splendid jewels, even paintings and sculptures to be given as gifts.
Not just the things Delia would use immediately, but also valuable items to be used as wedding gifts were loaded onto the ship one after another.
“Such a lot of luggage.”
Delia muttered to herself as she watched the laborers’ movements.
Anxiety seemed to seep out of the laborers’ steps.
“Just like refugees.”
Across the sea, the island nation, Boswell Duchy.
Delia looked towards Boswell from the end of Rieste Harbor.
The sea breeze blew and rustled Delia’s robe.
The white foam caused by the waves at her feet seemed to be flickering as if to engulf Delia.
Absorbed in the vast, comforting movement, Delia couldn’t tear her gaze away.
“What are you thinking so deeply about?”
Startled by the sudden voice of the queen, Delia jumped.
As she slowly turned her head, she saw Queen Eleanor looking at her with moist eyes.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t worry too much here.”
The queen captured the last sight of her daughter being blown by the sea breeze in her eyes.
Tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes.
The queen’s trembling fingers ran through Delia’s golden hair and tucked it behind her ear.
“Your father and I are here. You don’t have to worry too much.”
The queen consoled Delia and detached a brooch from her own clothes.
With careful hands, she opened Delia’s robe and fixed it with the brooch.
The delicately crafted brooch reflected several beams of light and sparkled.
“General Enrico is back as the commanderinchief, they won’t be easily pushed back.”
No matter what the queen said, Delia remained silent and simply listened.
“I also contacted the Duke of Boswell in advance. There will be a welcoming party when you arrive at the port.”
The queen looked at Delia, who was just staring at the waves.
She had always been a bright girl who chattered about stories.
How anxious must she be to stay silent like that?
The queen felt sorry for her daughter and gently stroked her clothes.
“Uncle Bivor is there, too. Go find him and greet him when you arrive.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Uncle Bivor will help you adjust to Boswell.”
Delia reached up and held the hand that was stroking her robe.
Does mother know?
How soaked her voice is?
While being the anxious one herself, she desperately tried to reassure her daughter.
She couldn’t ignore her mother’s efforts any longer.
“Even if I’m anxious, I have to hold on.”
“Don’t worry. I am a princess of Iorenty.”
She must never forget her place, no matter the situation.
Whether in Iorenty or going to Boswell, she must always remember her duty and responsibility.
Forgetting her duty due to mere enemies was unthinkable.
Right. It was impossible.
“I will never collapse, mother.”
Delia’s firm resolve saddened the queen even more.
How did it happen, in our generation, that such a thing has occurred?
The queen repeatedly caressed her daughter’s hand, who she must send away.
“Yes. You will do well wherever you are.”
“Take care, mother.”
“Yes, you too be careful.”
As they held each other’s hands tightly, Captain Jer approached them.
“Your Majesty, the Queen. The luggage has been loaded.”
“Thank you for your hard work, Captain.”
“The birdcage as instructed by the Princess has also been loaded.”
In response to Jer’s words, Delia replied with a nod.
Despite the ominous and uncomfortable feeling, Mei’s bird was also loaded onto the ship.
“Delia.”
With the news that everything was ready, the queen tightened her grip on Delia’s hand.
It was time to leave.
It was time to send her daughter away, who she might not see again.
“Yes, mother.”
“When you go to Boswell, you can’t live as you do now. You should know when to lower your head and enter.”
The queen’s affectionate worry was conveyed through the clasped hand.
Delia obediently responded, lowering her long eyelashes.
“Yes.”
“Even if there’s something you don’t like, don’t stand out too much, just smoothly let it pass.”
She wouldn’t be able to live as she pleased in Iorenti.
She worried whether she would be despised in a foreign country for being like a rugged stone sticking out.
The queen tied her words desperately with a moist voice.
“Don’t live luxuriously, live modestly. Take good care of the people around you.”
The queen knew well that as soon as her advice ended, Delia would have to leave.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
