Chapter 39 – 3. You, the End of the Month (9)
The Marquis Marquis, who was soundly asleep, let out a small breathing sound. There was still time before the sun came up and everyone went to work, so it might be time to get some sleep. Rom, who was lying on the bed and staring at Oriane next to him, straightened the duvet.
To be honest, he still fell short.
Even if you stay up all night, it will be. For Romuald Dior, the meaning of Oriane Lemoant was life itself. She was faint like the twilight and dazzling like the dawn.
But on the other hand, the knight got his wife his anyway.
In the same bedroom where the beautiful young lady spent her first night at the border crossing, she was stained and stained with herself from head to toe, just like her previous life’s wish her. She was branded completely mine.
That alone was enough for now. Because the time given ahead is full and overflowing. Even if the grand first night fell short of my lust, I could happily accept it if I considered it as a process.
Crackling, the firewood in the fireplace that Oriane had been lighting burned while Oriane fell asleep. It gave off a soft light like a flickering candle in the corner. The sound was also a sound, but as I bathed in the warmth, my eyes closed.
Soon the knight fell asleep.
It was the deep sleep of a man who had not known rest for a long time. Even so, unlike ordinary people, they were sensitive to the things around them, but the bedroom for the margrave couple at Lemoang Fortress was truly quiet.
A peaceful darkness immediately permeated the knight. And he gave me another dream.
‘Welcome, Sir Dior.’
It was a rare experience for him. He nodded to himself and thought he was all over the place. That was certainly the case with the clear voice in the receding consciousness. It was quite embarrassing until I realized that its name was the past and my previous life.
‘Welcome to the Marquis of Lemoen.’
Banchu, from the moment I saw her for the first time, she was so beautiful that I could stare at her in awe. However, it was a status that a single article could not dare to surpass. So, as I recall, I think I bowed my head on her knees and quietly expressed my respect for her.
‘Greetings, Mrs. This is Dior’s Romuald.’
‘Wake up, I don’t like rudeness.’
At the time, Rom was a single player. She was a man who could not find the slightest hint of flexibility. She is like a knight drawn in a picture. Due to the persecution and humiliation she had received for a long time, she did not talk much and her social skills her were not good. It’s just that she has a rare dragon power in her lifetime.
‘As you may know, the reason I invited Sir Dior this time was to see if he could help our estate.’
‘I’ve heard that you’re having trouble with the snowfield immigrant issue.’
‘That’s not all. Dongto has been going downhill ever since her husband her died. So I wondered if the hero of Limousin could reverse this trend.’
‘I will do my best to live up to expectations.’
‘Thanks. We’ve prepared a place for Kyung to rest in the citadel, so it’s best to get rid of travel poisoning first. Enemies from outside won’t come in today or tomorrow. As we gradually adjust to life here, let’s see what we can do together.’
So was Oriane. She was a very sweet woman. Wasn’t she right from the fact that the influential person who ruled a province personally met a knight without even a title? Even if she had an escort, she would be surprised, but she showed up alone and she even talked to her without hesitation.
Rom was fed up. At the same time, I woke up from a brief dream and then went back to sleep.
‘At that time, I thought there was a person like this among the nobles.’
Then a lullaby sounded this time. In fact, it was closer to the hum of an elderly man. It was Alexandre Dior, the voice of my father. It was probably when she was five or six years old. She was once scolded by her nemesis after fighting with her older brother over a favorite toy.
She was severely beaten with a cane, leaving her whole body unharmed. My older sister, who always cared for me, secretly brought an ointment and applied it to me, but it was an unbearable pain at such a young age.
‘Romuald, did you get sick?’
His biological father, Alexandre, was more aristocratic than anyone else. Marriage at a young age was a political ploy, and after giving birth to his heir, the eldest son, he went outside. Even so, it seems that he slept with his wife several times to keep his relationship from getting too far apart, but after he gave birth to three more children, even that ceased.
And Rom was the son of a Cortizan he had met around that time. Naturally, it was like a thorn in the eye of his enemy his, and it was a daily routine to beat him to death when he was caught.
‘Inseok-ah, who wants to fight with hyung?’
The cunning patriarch never hid Rom in front of her wife. The more I did, the more I knew that it would backfire. Instead, he asked me indirectly through the butler and nanny I had attached to me, and he secretly visited me late at night to soothe me.
‘Okay, Dad bought me a better toy, so let’s have fun playing with it.’
Saying that, she held out the well-wrapped box, and tears welled up in her eyes. As he hummed and sang a lullaby for himself who couldn’t sleep, he forgot all about his hard work his and fell into dreamland.
It is a memory.
So old, but so nostalgic sometimes.
Now that I think about it, he wasn’t a good father. For illegitimate children and out-of-wedlock children, parents are all the same. If I had been a really great person in the first place, I would have put me on the family register.
However, Alexandre did not. Even as she watched me being severely beaten by her wife her, she pretended not to know where she was. I understand that it’s my own strategy and behavior of her, but it was n’t a problem that could be viewed favorably.
It was a complicated feeling.
Still, life, like two sides of a coin, had good and bad sides, and it would fit Rom’s memories too. The lullaby that his father used to sing and his thoughts about him became an opportunity for a certain knight and wife to confirm their feelings for each other.
Didn’t that start a trick like an exchange diary, reading only for the two of them?
‘Surely it was…’
Rom opened his eyes again. Again, it was a short dream. It felt like time had passed, but in reality less than an hour had passed. He stood up, tossing and turning, glancing at Oriane and staring at the ceiling.
Then, as if possessed by something, he hummed a calming song.
“Ugh, Sir Dior… ?”
And before long, the Margrave’s wife rustled. She rubbed her eyes in a drowsy voice, looking for the man next to her. I thought that I would never wake up after fainting after suffering so much, but I was wrong.
“Get some more sleep, ma’am.”
Said Rome calmly. The titles of both of them had changed to those of the day before they knew it.
“Is it wastewater?”
“Well?”
“This is the song you just hummed.”
“Ah yes.”
Oriane, who had been dozing off for a while, smiled briskly. The song her knight sang was a memory of her own. Perhaps she has no choice but to do so. It’s a folk song that was once very popular in the capital.
“When Marion was young, she often listened to her…”
“It won’t be as good as her wife called.”
“Hmm, have you called Sir Dior before? … ?”
“I don’t have one right now.”
Rom sighed meaningfully. Oriane didn’t even have time to ponder what that meant, and she fell asleep without lifting her heavy eyelids.
“It used to be.”
She liked the appearance of a well-groomed Marquis, but it was not as loose as this. She was cute and cute, and it made me feel like I was being trusted. Humans don’t get confused in front of people I can’t trust.
“So, this time I’m going to repay you.”
Thus, the cradle song continued in a low knight’s voice that she was pleasing to hear. Unexpectedly, Rom has a deep knowledge of singing, and the melody he hums in harmony with his sweet voice his was more enjoyable than I imagined.
‘Sir Dior, you look very tired.’
‘Ah…’
‘I’d better get some sleep.’
‘Sorry for bothering you. It’s nothing.’
‘No, I can see that he is getting emaciated day by day.’
The knight who struggled for days and nights was like that. It was the story of the time when my wife, who was suffering from work all day, was worried about my pale complexion of her, leaving my fatigue behind. In the end, she gave me a chair in the office and ordered me to rest.
He sang a certain lullaby for me who couldn’t sleep at all.
A beautiful song about the moon hiding and the flowers being ashamed.
Rom sang the folk song in a small whisper. Just like the precious memories left for me by my love-hate father, today’s Oriane hummed in hopes that it would be the same. He spit out the lyrics in sync with the quiet, regular sound of his breathing her.
The shadow of a gently swaying candle.
Firewood in a silently burning fireplace.
The snowy wind from the frozen ground is heard outside the window.
Only after all of those things are put together is the silence that finally settles down.
“Oriane, my Madame Lemoyn.”
After finishing the song, Rom looked at his sleeping wife and said quietly. He had a thin smile on his lips. The atmosphere seemed generous at first glance, but there was clearly a sense of ambition. I was determined that I would never miss a precious opportunity in my life so absurdly again.
“Please sleep in peace.”
It’s different this time.
“Because only a bright tomorrow awaits in the future of Marquis Baekryeong.”
The knight was no longer an idiot obsessed with illusory honor. The wife was no longer the answer to obsess over her loyalty her to her husband her. The second chance given by an unknown opportunity changed the fate of the two people and improved their relationship more closely.
“All of me will be there for you.”
How about those with eyes burning with lust? It may not be chivalrous to satisfy a sense of conquest by seeing your wife as a female and trying to dominate. It would be so if it were twofold: being devoted during the day and showing a surprisingly reserved attitude at night.
“So…”
But Rom got Oriane. The lofty noble lady’s capture and obedience were obtained. But what’s the regret? He was just following his oath her. With that heart that I want to put her and everything her in my hands here at least once.
To put it bluntly, I didn’t feel sorry for Chuho.
The reason was simple.
“I wish you well in the future.”
Tonight, my wife is mine.
