Chapter 134 – 13. Bigamy (4)
On a dark night, in Ardennes, where festivals were in full swing like other cities in the Marquis, there was even a rare heat in the dazzlingly changed scenery. The people of the barren land sang of hope, despite the piercing wind and the bitter cold that permeated their bones.
Endure today and into tomorrow.
Step by step into the future.
Firewood was piled up in the plaza, and those who made a fire danced using the temperature as a friend. I prepared a safety device with a precious magic tool in case an unexpected strong wind would bring a fire, and I was happy. We enjoyed the crispy grilled meat and vegetable dishes mixed with all kinds of spices while sharing various drinks.
“Everywhere you go, there is a festive mood every day.”
As befits a noble lady, Henrietta, who was moving her feet with graceful steps, uttered a short comment. She heard that the situation in Baekryeong, the border area, had not been going well for a long time, but it was because the scene she witnessed on the spot was not that difficult.
“These days, our estate has become more livable, aunt.”
“Is that so?”
“Romuald made a lot of contributions for the territory. Even during weddings and receptions, food and sights are provided for everyone in Marquis.”
Lucienne said with a smile. Marguerite, who was walking side by side, listened while pretending not to be in the mood. He was dissatisfied with the courtesy of the young lady, who called her by name for her stepfather-to-be her, but he seemed to like the compliment of her.
“This way, everyone.”
Before long, she strode towards her, pointing to a place surrounded by her bars. She passed through the gate between two majestically carved stone statues and entered the yard. The snowflakes piled up on the spruce leaf-covered branches boasted quite a quiet beauty.
“Welcome to the Winter Mansion.”
At the entrance, the servants of the mansion, led by the neatly dressed maid Marion, had come out to meet them in advance. They greeted the guests with respectful and moderate gestures and guided the visitors, including Henrietta and Marguerite, inside.
“Are you home, miss?”
In the main corridor after passing through the frozen land, Françoise, the lady’s exclusive maid, was waiting. The long-haired beauty, who showed off her voluptuous breasts and thin waist even though her corset was not tightened, greeted Lucienne with her soft voice.
“Bijou, who is your mother?”
“He’s waiting in the drawing room with the owner.”
“Did I tell you we had guests?”
“Sure, he said to take me inside.”
The lady-in-waiting with her lovely smile pointed to the first room on the right side of her corridor and said, The head maid and the servants of the Winter House soon left to show the room, accompanied by the Duchess and the abbot’s attendant .
Naturally, only seven people were left.
Françoise, Lucienne, Henrietta, Marguerite, Anais, Leonard, Antoine.
As it was a long journey, the fatigue of those who had accumulated travel was evident on their faces. Moreover, since tomorrow was the wedding of two people who will remain in the history of the frozen land, Lucienne introduced her exclusive lady-in-waiting her as her informal ceremony.
“Then shall we talk while we move?”
Unfortunately, he was proud of his lovely same-sex lover of his.
“Auntie, this is Bijou, my exclusive lady-in-waiting.”
“Ah, this is LeBlanc’s Henrietta. Is this the girl my nephew boasted so much about in her letters her?”
“I am ashamed, Duchess. My name is Francoise.”
The light-brown haired lady’s maid seemed as knowledgeable in manners as I was in my beautiful appearance. He never offended his employer’s relatives while exchanging warm greetings, and if he added a bit of exaggeration, he had more perfect manners than any heir to a country family.
“Bijou? This is Marguerite Dior, the abbess of Gaul.”
“Nice to meet you, abbess. My name is Francoise.”
“Nice to meet you, thank you for your hospitality.”
Marguerite smiled and studied the ring finger of Françoise’s left hand carefully. When she noticed the sumptuous diamonds glistening on the polished pink gold ring, she intuited that it was an unusual piece of jewelry. If a mediocre maid owned something she couldn’t have even if she worked all her life, it had to be one of two things.
Stolen or gifted.
The reason why the daughter of a famous family was able to rise to the position of head of an abbey was not because of her background her, but because of her pure ability her. In an era when marrying into a good family is a virtue, even if it is a girl from a prestigious family, Marguerite has indeed steadfastly followed the path she has chosen.
‘I don’t think I stole it anywhere. If that was the case, I wouldn’t be wearing it like that.’
The secret to her successful attempt of hers, which could have been reckless, was her ability to observe meticulously, never missing even the smallest detail. And it was also thanks to my thinking ability, which opened up many possibilities based on what I found out.
‘Are you Romuald? However, that child is not in the mood to cheat…’
The reason why her beautiful stepsister cared for and loved her youngest sister so much was because she was such a pitiful and innocent child. Romuald Dior, who at least remained in her memory, was not a man enough to mess around with a maid ahead of her marriage.
‘If she had she had this maid’s ring, assuming she had been gifted by the boy, what she really wanted to be with was that she here could have been Françoise. Even though it was an unwanted marriage, if it was a pact or a pact as a comrade who shared the same will…’
Biting his lip gently, Marguerite took a moment to organize her complicated thoughts of her. In any case, the last name of the younger brother who left the family was Arden, not Dior. Furthermore, Oriane of Lemoang is the lord who rules the northern Marquis, and is one of the powerful families who divide the kingdom into four parts.
It wasn’t a good marriage to make a fight without justification.
So the abbess of the abbey calmly set an example her as her guest her, even though she was not one or two displeased. Unaware of the fact that Lady Baek, the Marquis, who had a clear look into her mind her, was starting to feel interested, she followed Françoise’s guidance her to the drawing room.
‘Look at this sister, is n’t that a little too much for her attention her to her average little brother her?’
Lucienne Lemoin’s eyes sparkled. Even though she was the youngest, her sharp eyes caught her secret desire her without fail. She secretly smiled as she foreboded that the day would come when she would be able to use that which she was not even aware of.
‘My mother, me, Bijou, and the cheeky Aunt Henrietta and the pretty sister of the abbess?’
It wasn’t a bad combination. Stepping through the wide open parlor door, the young lady barely suppressed the corner of her mouth that looked like it was about to rise at any moment. Then, in a well-decorated room, he approached a gentleman and her lady, who were even more attractively dressed, and said,
“Mother? Romuald? Look who’s here.”
“Sister Henrietta!”
The first thing she reacted to was a woman exuding her maturity. She was the Marquis of the Marquis, with her golden-slicked hair curled up to reveal the smooth nape of her neck. She was Auriane Le Moin in a rippling chemise dress.
“How are you, Orian?”
“I miss you. Thank you for coming.”
“Thank you, my brother is getting married, so of course you should come.”
Jumping out like a little girl, she hugged her half-sister and was delighted. No matter how much she is a sister, as long as her stomach is different, there is always a sense of distance between her and her her, but she was very affectionate, probably because she went through many ordeals together as the king’s daughter-in-law.
After all, the two of them were sisters and also cousins.
“Sister Marguerite, you have worked hard to come this far.”
“It’s been a while, Rom.”
“Did you have any inconveniences during the journey?”
“That’s fine, more than that, I’ve brought people you’ll be happy with.”
The next person who enjoyed the reunion was a man with a tough physique and a gentle attitude despite his ferocious scars. It was the baron, whose thick hair was neatly brushed back. It was Romuald Ardenne, neatly dressed in wedding attire with an elegant sheen like ebony.
“Nanny Anais and Uncle Leonard?”
“How have you been, young master?”
“You’ve grown up without realizing it.”
Anais and Leonard bowed their heads. They didn’t give birth to me, but there were two people in front of me who were like parents who raised me. Rom, deeply moved by the unexpected encounter, hugged and welcomed the two back home.
“Do you know how desperately I’ve been looking for you two?”
“Ah, Lady Marguerite has been taking care of us all along.”
“Thanks to that, I spent a leisurely life traveling the world until recently.”
“I was worried that my older brother, Arsene, would harm me, so I kept it a complete secret. I thought it would be better for me to consider living abroad until I had a decent place to settle down. Then, when you delivered the news through the 10th chief here a while ago, I called you back to the mansion. I have that much power now.”
They were Anais and Leonard, who were unjustly kicked out of their family just because they cared for their child, who was a natural and illegitimate child. At that time, Marguerite as well as Rom had no strength to do so, so they had to endure it, but not anymore.
“Chief, thank you in many ways.”
“It is difficult to accept.”
“If you’re not tired, let’s have dinner together.”
Rome, who tapped Antoine on the shoulder, examined his intentions. Seeing her nodded face as if she could n’t help it, she was finally satisfied, and at the same time as tomorrow’s bride, Orianne, she introduced her precious person and refreshed her face.
“My name is Henrietta LeBlanc. It is an honor for her to meet the invincible knight of Lumiere. As you may remember, the Fontaine Gun helped my family as well.”
“This is Romuald Arden. As rumor has it, you are indeed a person who is as fresh as the spring of the East. If it was a commotion in the past, it was what I should have done as a knight. Please don’t mind.”
The Duchess, who is somehow harsh, and the chivalry that passes it over without hesitation.
“Are you the head abbess? She is called Orianer Le Moin. Thank you for visiting my estate.”
“This is Marguerite Dior. Thank you for your warm welcome. I know it’s rude, but if I dare to say it, I wonder if my daughter, Lady Lucienne, had sisters. You are really beautiful.”
Marquis Marquis, who welcomed him with a fresh expression, and the abbess who responded honestly and honestly without prejudice.
It was time for her to unravel her anger.
