Chapter 32 – 3. You, the End of the Month (2)
The moon has risen.
The white, gray, or off-white full moon alternately adorned the sky with the sun that had set earlier. It was night after all. The night sky shining quietly outside the window caught the attention of Marquis Marquis Orianne, who returned from a light meal.
No, it was a female now.
It was a hallway where cold air lingered. And it was a yard that no one was watching. Even so, Oriane blushed and headed to her room for her dressing up. It was a room not too far from where her daughter was staying. After the loss of her husband her, she left the couple’s bedroom and used a small room separately.
‘Is that child already sleeping…’
Dior’s invincible knight is a talent that everyone covets. If the winter stone of the north had wings like that, Oriane might not worry about her future. So, if possible, she hoped that Rome and Lucienne would be married.
Paradoxically, contrary to such wishes, my body was serving the man I marked as my daughter’s spouse as a male.
‘Lucienne, why are you so twisted…’
For the wife of the Marquis of Northern Gaul, what was as worrisome as the continuation of the frozen land was her daughter her. It was because she was very concerned that she was engrossed in her unknown studies while living in seclusion for a long time.
‘Phew, mom doesn’t even know anymore…’
Oriane let out a deep sigh. She, on the other hand, was scornful of her daughter, who had no regard for her future affairs compared to herself, who was working so hard. It wasn’t even that difficult a spell for her to bond with Gerard through loyalty rather than love, as she did.
Click.
In the small chest of drawers next to her bed her, Mrs. Baek, who had a telephone receiver, called her maid’s cabinet. She hesitated, wondering if she might be too nauseous, but then she decided that she could trust her, and she made a sound.
“Marion, will you come to my room?”
I was able to do quite a few decorations and outfits by myself. However, braiding her hair or listening to opinions from different perspectives were only possible when someone was by her side of her. In Britannia, the existence of exclusive maids called ladies’ maids also originated in that context.
“Did you call me, miss?”
It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Marion knocked on her door. Carefully pulling on the doorknob, Chang, the maid of Baekryeong, lifted her face with a thin smile.
“Yeah, there is something I want to ask you.”
Orianne Lemoyn was a benevolent lord. Although she was a deputy, unlike other aristocrats, she did not carelessly deal with her subordinates her, and after leaving her office, she did not call anyone carelessly.
“Yes, how can I help you?”
What is the reason she is looking for me so late at night? Even in a room that is not an office. Daejeo’s maid must have her insight. Moreover, Marion had been her nanny since she was an infant.
I was able to infer that my wife’s expression her, hesitant and unsure of what to do, was harboring love.
“I was wondering if I could style my hair.”
“Like Francoise did it without my knowledge last time?”
Marion asked teasingly. Oriane watched her sneakily. It was an attitude she would never exhibit if she were an arrogant aristocratic woman. The relationship between the two was as close and deep as that of a mother and daughter. So, I was able to share things that I seldom open to others.
“Well, he sure has good dexterity.”
“Are you upset?”
“It can’t be. This old man is a body that can only do his old brain his.”
“You’re right to be pissed off.”
The horse Matana Françoise was the most dexterous woman in her castle. She was exceptional in her ability to decorate and assist women to the extent that she entrusted them with her daughter’s exclusive lady-in-waiting. She was to the extent that she liked the strict Lucienne.
“I was sorry to ask.”
But that wasn’t the reason Oriane from before had chosen her. She just didn’t want Marion, who was like her mother her to me, her beloved old nanny, to find out about her relationship her with the knight.
Now, the situation has changed as much as I have developed feelings for him and have decided to seek his advice.
“It’s a joke, so it’s okay.”
“I don’t think so?”
“Huh, I was a little embarrassed. But I know you must have had your own reasons. More than anything, just calling me like this is enough.”
Marion smiled and approached. She went further, but the maid, whose persimmon had not yet died, began to help her dress up as Oriane wished. She took off all the clothes she had been wearing throughout her work, including her underwear, and after receiving hot water in her bathroom bathtub, everything from soap mixed with scented oil to lotion was lined up.
“Is the person to meet, after all, that knight?”
“… Right.”
“I thought it would be her mistress ‘taste her. You’ve longed for such a straight man since the old days.”
“It’s because I have something to discuss about politics.”
“Even after ablution?”
Her silky, shiny hair was wet and untied in warm water. Marion, who helped moisturize her with familiar hand movements, massaged Orianne’s body lightly. She didn’t forget to apply lotion to make her soft and fair skin even softer.
“Don’t make fun of me, you know I’ve singled out Sir Dior as Lucienne’s opponent.”
“Of course you know. And yet the sweet thing that the mistress holds him in her heart her.”
“Oh hey, Marion!”
“Love is a good medicine for life. As much as that, I sometimes write. Be honest with yourself sometimes. Let’s put aside for a moment the position of being the ruler of the Marquis and acting as the lord.”
By the time I came out of the bathroom attached to my room, the steam of hot water was rising. Covering her body her with her long towel and wiping her dry, Oriane stood in front of her full-length mirror. At Marion’s recommendation of her, she put on a bustier, then a corset and garter belt to complete the perfect lingerie set.
“From my point of view, the person who suits Lord Dior is not Lady Lucienne, but Lady Orianne.”
“Even if it’s not…”
“Anyway. It’s not common for her mother and daughter to compete for the same man, but if that’s rare then it isn’t. So please do as you please.”
Employees who accompany high-ranking nobles up close see their true face, which is not revealed outside. Marion, as befits her mother-in-law’s nanny, had served a few noble ladies before Orianne, and, influenced by them, she was quite tolerant of her notion of deviation.
“Okay, I’ll do my hair now.”
Her beautifully wet hair her met the towel and spit it out. Her wrinkled hand her picked up a brush comb made from buffalo horn. It was the same off-white color as it was then and now. Marion worked on her for quite some time.
Her hair was braided and raised in a refined yet antique style, and pearls were pierced into the ivory headdress, and accessories embroidered with white embroidery were inserted.
“How are you?”
“Yes, it is very pretty.”
“Even this nanny doesn’t give a damn about kids these days.”
It was enough to finish the texture with a comb made by carving birch.
“You can choose clothes that suit you according to the color. Between pure white and provocative black.”
Marion, who had taken out two sets of clothes from her closet her, asked Orianne’s intentions her. She found out later, but the outfit she chose for her was exactly the same as the one she had made for her first night with her late husband her, Gerard.
“Marion, by the way, maybe these…”
“Even the most decent man has his own desires inside him.”
“Ooh, we’re not like that… !”
“Don’t think of fooling me. You should try your best not to regret it against the person you like. Forget about the grown-ups and enjoy her youth her. You whisper in the sonorous voice of her mistress her. She recreated exactly what she was wearing on her first night with him. She will not be able to withstand any stoic knight without coming over.”
The advice that came from the official history was indeed scary. Oriane purred her lips without making a sound, then lowered her head and pointed at her white dress her. He thought that if he was going to seduce her in that way, it would be better for her to emphasize her chastity her rather than provocative attire her.
“A great choice.”
Marion laughed and helped her get dressed. Eventually, Oriane’s reflection in her mirror showed off a beauty that no one in the world could match. In the past, she was an overly immature girl, so she evoked a desire for protection rather than lust, but now she is a flower that has matured and fully bloomed.
“Look, if you let go of such an ecstatic cream color, you will use it.”
“Too many compliments…”
“It is not excessive. I am proud to be your nanny. How did you grow up so pretty?”
Oriane hesitated. Even to myself, my current appearance was beautiful. To the point where the self-confidence I hadn’t had so far has risen again. Contrary to how she once said in front of Rom that she was a woman who had only a few days left to die, she also had an expectation that if she did this, she would still be seen as a decent opponent.
“I’ll tell the kids below to put some decent drinks and snacks. Because it’s important to replenish your stamina in between to make love…”
“Marion is really mean. Why do you keep talking about that?”
“No matter what anyone says, you are my mistress. She thinks it can’t be, but even if it’s not today, it will be a great help to set the mood. So you should have a good time.”
Shortly thereafter, the head coaching was over. Marion thought that the Marquis’ cheeks, red as blush, were very cute, and she withdrew. The other maids will be leaving work soon, so she added that she should move comfortably after a while.
“I always support you, Miss.”
“… Thank you.”
“Hehe, see you tomorrow.”
Soon the sound of her steps her faded away. Even the traces of the maids who occasionally passed through the corridors and laughed disappeared. Oriane, feeling that the time has finally come, rose from her seat her. Thinking that she should do a final check, she glanced in the mirror, and then put on her high-heeled shoes, stepping back and forth to show off her already graceful legs on her.
Blue night outside the window.
The sound of shoes clattering down the stairs.
And himself excited about the meeting that will follow.
Realizing all of that, I reached the front of the room reserved for his knight. After swallowing his spittle, he clenched his fist lightly and tapped it lightly. Soon after, he radiated warm light and met the gaze of the open man beyond.
“Are you here?”
Rom Dior, Knight by Day and Master by Night.
“I’ve been waiting for you, ma’am.”
“Sir Dior…”
He brought Oriane indoors and handed her the bouquet he was holding in her hand her. It’s clichéd, but that’s why he whispered sweetly in words that made it even better.
“There is a beauty here that even flowers in full bloom would be ashamed of.”
“I am manly.”
“I’m fine though.”
That I’ve been waiting all day
“Isn’t that right, Orian?”
“… Rom.”
Finally tonight, you will be held by me.
