Her height was half a head taller than mine, with strikingly vivid features and a dignified presence that could only be described as dazzling.
I’d heard she was the Northern Empire’s imperial princess—every inch of her, from head to toe, exuded innate nobility. And I was utterly captivated by Venica’s radiant beauty. Her softly upturned cat-like eyes and jet-black hair, identical to Killian’s, looked as smooth as silk, giving off an impression of feminine strength without fragility.
“I humbly greet Her Imperial Majesty, the Star Empress of the Empire. I am Latieana Merigold.”
For a moment, I stared blankly at her, then gently gathered the hem of my dress and bowed my shoulders lightly, as etiquette instructors had taught me.
When I lifted my head, Venica was blinking her long lashes, gazing at me with eyes brimming with curiosity.
“What should I say…”
“…?”
“Princess Latieana, you are utterly adorable.”
“…!”
Venica grinned sweetly at me. Wasn’t that supposed to be my line? Watching her blush shyly after bestowing such extravagant praise upon me made my heart race. According to what Edan told me, Killian’s marriage was a political alliance arranged for mutual imperial interests. And apparently, upon their first meeting, Venica herself fell for Killian and actively pushed for the marriage.
But I’m certain—Killian must have fallen for Venica too.
“Thank you. Your Imperial Majesty is equally adorable and beautiful.”
“Oh no, Princess, you’re far prettier.”
“Oh, you flatter me.”
“Are you an only child, Princess? I’m the eldest. I have two younger sisters, but none are as sweet as you—they’re quite rowdy. Well, I’m not much better myself… perhaps it runs in the family.”
Venica continued speaking naturally, effortlessly creating a gentle atmosphere that made me feel at ease. Her gestures and expressions were never excessive—elegant, like a swan. Killian truly married a woman perfectly suited for the Empress’s throne. What a relief.
But… why does she keep calling me “Princess”?
At first, I thought I’d misheard, but after hearing it repeated, it was clear this wasn’t a mistake or slip of the tongue.
Hesitating, I finally asked her.
“Your Majesty… why do you keep calling me ‘Princess’?”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve been addressing me as ‘Princess’ repeatedly.”
“Oh my! Would you have preferred ‘Grand Duchess’? I thought ‘Princess’ might feel less burdensome since the wedding hasn’t happened yet… Did I make a mistake?”
Venica looked down at me, bewildered, then covered her lips with her fingertips and glanced at Killian in surprise.
Killian gently shook his head with a calm expression.
“Impossible. It’s simply been a while since she’s been called ‘Princess.’”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Edan often uses that as a pet name for her. Isn’t that right, Princess Latieana?”
As the Empress turned back to me, Killian blinked and cleared his throat meaningfully.
Apparently, for some reason, they’d decided to call me “Princess.” I nodded wisely.
“Oh, yes. The Grand Duke rarely calls me ‘Princess.’”
“I see. May I ask your pet name, then?”
“It’s plain. Just ‘Lati.’”
I thought shortening my name wasn’t anything special, but upon hearing it, Venica’s cheeks flushed pink.
“Oh my goodness. That’s too cute. I’m jealous. I wish His Majesty would give me a pet name too.”
Venica swiftly turned her gaze toward Killian. His face appeared composed, but I saw it.
His neck and ears burned crimson. See? I told you he’s fallen for Empress Venica.
“Perhaps we should move to another location, Your Majesty.”
“Yes. Shall we?”
Venica beamed and took Killian’s arm.
Following the imperial couple, I whispered to Edan.
“Give me a chance to explain. How exactly did I suddenly become a real princess?”
“It was a mistake. I forgot to mention it. When the Empress asked about your identity, Brother vaguely implied you were a princess from a distant land far beyond the Empire.”
What?
“He even said he’d make you a real princess if you were okay with it.”
In a single day, my status inexplicably skyrocketed to princess.
“Like brother, like sister.”
“Why?”
“No reason. You two look very much alike.”
I remembered the first time Edan and I went to the lantern festival.
He’d promised that after conquering a nation through war, he’d make me a real princess.
Killian couldn’t possibly have known about that conversation, yet he’d casually arrived at the exact same conclusion.
“By the way, Edan.”
“Hmm?”
“You didn’t conveniently ‘forget’ to mention to the Empress that I’m actually a princess, did you? Is this part of your plan to officially make me a real princess?”
“Caught me. Well then, let’s make you a real princess this time.”
“But won’t that mean losing my pet name? Won’t everyone else start calling me ‘Princess’ too?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll switch to something else.”
“…Something else?”
“My Queen.”
Edan’s lips curled playfully.
How many times am I getting promoted today?
As I stared at him incredulously, Edan swiftly bent down and lightly brushed his lips against mine before pulling away.
“I thought I told you no flirting in public.”
“What did I even do? I just looked at you.”
“Exactly. That’s flirting. So don’t look at me like that—I’ll abandon tea time and drag you back to bed.”
“…”
Silently biting my lip, I stared at Killian and Venica’s retreating backs, my face flushed crimson like a pomegranate.
Fortunately, they seemed too absorbed in their own conversation to have overheard.
“Want to do it again?”
Edan glanced down at my blushing face and flicked his tongue mischievously. I smacked his arm.
“That hurts, Your Majesty.”
Edan winced dramatically, grinning.
The tea spot prepared by the Empress was a terrace overlooking the garden once cherished by Empress Henzela.
Of course, no trace remained of Henzela’s original garden. She used to fill it with artificial flowers mixed among real ones to defy seasonal changes, but Venica had planted only seasonally appropriate blooms, arranged simply and tastefully.
Perhaps because of that, the crisp scent of autumn felt especially vivid.
“Come to think of it, winter’s already arrived in the North? Has snow fallen yet?”
“No, not yet.”
“Really? When it snows, could you invite me to visit the North? The atmosphere must resemble my homeland—I’d love to see it.”
“Of course. You’re welcome anytime.”
“Thank you.”
Venica and I lifted our teacups, decorated with pretty flowers, and continued chatting.
“Have you chosen your wedding dress? There’s still time, but if you’re planning a custom-made gown, you should start looking now.”
“I was just thinking of starting next week. Does Your Majesty have any designer recommendations?”
“Absolutely! Shall we meet again next week to discuss it?”
“Yes, I’d love that.”
Conversing with Venica was delightful.
Edan and Killian, who downed their tea in one gulp, watched us with amused curiosity—but I couldn’t care less about their stares.
In the midst of our lively conversation, a stranger entered the terrace.
“Oh my, Princess Ilia?”
Ilia? I turned to see a sophisticated woman with red hair, gently holding her dress as she walked toward us.
Behind her stood Hillstain Mathias. Hillstain caught my eye and grinned slyly, his fox-like eyes curving.
I smiled back lightly in return. Hillstain remained as cheeky as ever since we’d met again, but he no longer seemed scheming—so I decided to treat him as a casual acquaintance.
But is she really a princess important enough for the Captain of the Guard to escort personally?
Frowning curiously as I watched Venica walk toward her, I overheard Edan and Killian whispering beside me.
“Why is that princess still here?”
“Don’t grill me. I’ve been annoyed trying to dissuade her from visiting the Grand Ducal Palace. She claims she’s the Empress’s old friend.”
Edan pressed Killian with an irritated tone, while Killian looked uncomfortable, making excuses.
I stared pointedly at both of them.
“…”
“…”
They shut their mouths simultaneously, as if on cue.
“Princess, didn’t you leave yesterday?”
“I’m about to depart now. I wanted to bid farewell to His Imperial Majesty one last time—and I see the Grand Duke is here as well.”
After bowing politely to Killian and Edan, Princess Ilia lifted her head and smiled shyly.
Her gaze lingered on Edan. Isn’t it a bit… inappropriate to be so blatantly obvious?
I know Edan doesn’t succumb to women’s charms, but still—it doesn’t feel great.
“Who is this lady?”
“Princess Latieana.”
“…Princess?”
Ilia’s eyes widened momentarily in surprise as she stared at me. Then she slowly scanned me from head to toe, smiled sweetly, and asked—but her eyes weren’t smiling at all.
“Hello. I am Princess Ilia of the Western Kingdom.”
“Hello, I’m Latieana.”
Her gaze didn’t sit well with me, but she was Venica’s old friend.
I rose politely from my seat and offered a light bow.
“If I may ask without offense—where are you from? I’m acquainted with princesses from neighboring nations, yet I don’t believe we’ve met before.”
Instantly, the gazes of Edan, Killian, and Hillstain Mathias all snapped toward me.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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