Chapter 119 – 11. Frozen Land Can’t Dry (9)
Gently, the cool breeze of the Sabbath blew.
On the first road of the capital city, where the day is long, the warm sunlight hit all over the plaza under the shade of the lush trees. In particular, the temporary table in the corner covered with a nice tablecloth was not crowded and freed from attention, so it was a perfect place for the three women attending the festival to have a conversation.
“It feels like years have gone by.”
Henrietta spoke in a passing tone. Her dense, well-defined features beneath her red and purple hair made it impossible not to be interested. Even if she is the same woman, she is her word enough to be mesmerized by her beauty her.
“How soon will we see each other exactly?”
The soft silk clings to the skin of her, and the curves of her body of her were captivating enough to stimulate many men. A brooch hand-stitched by an artisan, a wedding ring with the only jewel on the continent, and a dress that went well with it were both antique and not too revealing.
“Not until a few years. It’s the first time I’ve seen you at Melanie’s sister-in-law’s wedding, so it seems like half a year has passed.”
Marguerite replied in a voice typical of a generous religious figure. Dark brown hair, a face with a surprisingly well-groomed off-white color that seemed modest at first glance, and a sixth sense that only those with good eyesight could recognize through a dress that felt like a habit that was just a little flashy.
What are all the spring stones in the east? The wise abbess of Gaul had a beauty that was unmatched even in front of the beauty that so many people praised. She was thin and graceful, and had a style that only a benevolent woman could exude.
“Thank you for coming then, Mrs. LeBlanc.”
So was Melanie. In terms of her age, she was the youngest and freshest among the three women gathered now. Mysterious silvery-white hair like the nickname “Summer Stone of the South,” Twinkling eyes like jade, and even the coolness of the body under a luxurious and bold evening dress.
“You’re welcome. Are you ready to live your newlywed life?”
“… Yes, very much.”
At first glance, the gentle and quiet feeling of her was similar to that of her sister-in-law, Marguerite. However, there was a crucial difference in the personalities of the two people as much as they were estranged, and it was their nature.
Marguerite Dior, the daughter of the duke, is certainly a benevolent and benevolent woman. However, her personality was the result of her prestigious environment her, her high-quality education, and her own hard work her. Her natural personality her was definitely different from her Melanie her, who had never expressed her true feelings her in her life her.
“I once heard of the impression the idyllic Eastern scene made on my dear brother. Much better than the cluttered central atmosphere. I think it would be ideal to live in a meadow with good water and good air rather than Lumière, which is often hit by people.”
“The words of the abbess have the power to move people every time. But living in the countryside is not always pleasant.”
“Yes, because everyone years for what I don’t have.”
Henrietta held her bitter smile and raised her glass. The two Sagye-seoks and a woman with an off-white color comparable to them were on friendly terms. For, despite the differences between the Dior family, which favored the royal family, and the Leblanc and Tarn families, which oppose it, they were, after all, a rare decent figure in this society full of guile-makers.
In any case, relatively.
Marguerite, who has lived an ascetic life, put clear, transparent water in her glass instead of wine with a spicy scent. Tilting her glass her with only her lips and throat lightly moistened, she was contemplating the reason why her noble Duchess had approached her first and added her words her.
‘It’s a person who doesn’t know just by looking at the outside.’
Henrietta, who had emptied her glass in one breath, put it down, repeating in her mind: Yes, Dior’s women are as refined as their beauty. But as far as she had ever seen her high society her, those who pretended to be perfect would always hide her ugly existence her behind that mask.
‘That’s right, Marguerite. It is no exaggeration to say that you are the most respected woman in this country. Even in that demanding royal family, she was chosen as a desirable queen candidate. But what are the odds that a beautiful and versatile person will even be virtuous?’
She was the woman who was said to have brought spring to the East. She once bore the name of Aquitaine. Henrietta is the only survivor among those women who fell miserably or had to flee without looking back because of the surname attached to their name her.
No, rather than that, would it be more appropriate to say that she is the only overcomer?
Of course, Ilshin’s capabilities and political skills were not comparable to those of ordinary people. And in the same vein, she quickly realized the meaning of the strange atmosphere between Marguerite and Melanie.
‘Is it jealousy? Incest isn’t that strange. Moreover, Romuald Dior was born in heaven. It’s common on this floor for half siblings to eat together. That’s why I think your secret, Marguerite, is adultery.’
Henrietta glared at Melanie with her narrow eyes. It is not easy to notice her eyes her sent by her seasoned greetings her, just like her her in a place where she is usually conscious of her gaze her. Thanks to that, she studied the countess, who was reputed to be as noble as the abbess next to her, for a long time.
‘Melanie Tarn, your husband, Charles, has a reputation for being hot-tempered and quick-tempered. The fact that a young couple has been married for several months and there is still no news of conception makes me wonder if the rumors were actually true.’
Amid the stillness and silence, the bustle of the festivities, the three women were silent all the way to her table. Like the harbinger of a storm that is about to blow. Even though they looked calm on the outside, they were rolling their heads on the inside.
‘If it’s true that he’s a pretty twisted pervert, or a trash who enjoys sodomy, anyway, he’s incorrigible, then you can guess. Coupled with rumors that flashed briefly in the past, the man Melanie Tarn wanted to marry was originally Romuald Dior.’
Henrietta’s head her nodded. If so, the awkwardness between the two must have originated from the conflict between Romuald. Perhaps Marguerite could not stand the fact that her beloved brother her was weighed.
‘In short, Marguerite, who is known for her integrity, has some sort of relationship with my half-sister.’
And Melanie Tarn, who was estimating her husband her over a knight and earl with whom she had a connection with her southern summer seat her, fell out of favor with her sister-in-law her.
Henrietta, who came to a quick conclusion, opened her mouth again. Right or wrong, she had a rough idea of her tendencies of her, so all that was left was to act. Even on the socialite stage, like a real battlefield, the one who moves quickly wins.
“Have you two heard of any rumors that have started to circulate recently?”
Marguerite and Melanie each looked at each other curiously. One opened his mouth and directly asked what he meant, while the other silently tilted his head and waited for the conversation to continue.
“If it’s a rumor, what is it?”
“It is about the northern frozen land. I don’t know if you know, but there’s also a younger brother I cherish, so I always keep my eyes and ears open. But I heard an unexpectedly embarrassing story.”
In the Marquis of Lemoang, northern Gaul, frozen soil means only that place. As expected of Henrietta, Marguerite began to noticeably show interest. And Melanie, who was watching from the sidelines even though it was hidden from the outside, also listened subtly.
“Could you elaborate a bit more?”
“I am willing. Perhaps the abbess would be interested too.”
With her slick her, her head shaking slightly, the Duchess, her purple hair her let loose, recited rumors in her sly manner. From the beginning, she unintentionally touched the wrong side with the purpose of provoking her opponent. So she tested her inner reaction to her.
“Marquis, do you know about the Lemoang family?”
“Of course. Right now, my brother is entrusting himself there.”
“You seem to have a deep friendship. Unfortunately, scandals about him and my brother seem to be going up and down among the rich. Maybe it’s because His Majesty allowed a rare rise in status in recent years, so I wonder if there are many authors who envy him.”
Marguerite blinked his eyes and replied casually.
“If it’s a rumor that our Rom is going to marry your wife’s niece, Miss Lucienne, I think I’ve heard it at first glance…”
It was not only Henrietta who was good at the stage of socializing and the fight in euphemism. The abbess of the Kingdom of Gaul had no intention of being kind to a woman who talked about scandals or scandals about her precious sister her.
“It’s not like that. It is a false rumor that a high-ranking baron will marry her baron her, who was born only a short time ago. Even if our country’s ghost marriage is not that strict, this is not very good.”
“No way! I know this is very rude, but to Madame Le Moin, wasn’t she older than me?”
It is a fact that many people do not know, but Marguerite was also a person who knew how to get angry at injustice and injustice. Moreover, to the extent that he would not show even the slightest bit of mercy to those who risked his precious half-brother his.
“Rom is a good kid. He is not a vicious man who carelessly embraces an older woman in pursuit of his authority over her.”
So this invisible battle of gears began.
“Whose daughter was my niece Lucienne, called Winterstone of the North? The beauty of Oriane is unspeakable. Moreover, she is in her 30s, like that child and me.”
“Yes. It would be nice to think that at that age, she can’t face reality and her self is in her prime her.”
Covertly and fiercely.
‘Marguerite, are you trying to do it with me?’
‘Henrietta, how dare you insult that child in front of me?’
