Chapter 132 – 13. Big Wedding (2)
A wedding, a sublime rite.
As a reward for the past, which was accompanied by hardships and trials, Rome was able to gain so many things. From his wife his Orianne, whom he could never have had in his previous life, to the love of his wife Lucienne, who was always cold to me, and the honor to be reborn as the progenitor of Baron Ardennes with his faithful maid Françoise.
Thanks to that, for the past few days, celebrities from all over the kingdom have been flocking to the Marquis of Lemoang. It was an amazing phenomenon when you count the remarried brides who had grown-up children as the king’s daughters-in-law and grooms who were born from a noble family.
“I really like that the Britannia fabric is good. Even without lighting, it has such a deep luster that it is perfect for a wedding dress. If you are comfortable wearing it, I would personally recommend this outfit, but what does the owner think?”
The ceremony to be held tomorrow will remain in the history of this frozen land for a long time. That’s why Rome, who can be called the lead role, was busy preparing thoroughly until the day before. He had to decorate himself every day before he could get used to the daily life in the Winter Mansion.
“I am a knight, Françoise.”
Rom, who checked his clothes his in front of a full-length mirror in the stylishly decorated room, added generously.
“I have never worn clothes more uncomfortable than armor in my life. Fit is not a consideration at all for me. So just tell me what you see. Rather than a man who has lived his entire life on the battlefield, the discerning lady-in-waiting of a prickly noble lady will be better.”
Françoise, who was picking out a few more outfits on his hanger her, glanced through the mirror and faced the baron. His hair was swept back neatly with balm full of fresh forest energy, and he was suddenly attractive.
The youthful anguish beyond the sunken eyes and the scars that stretched across the face he emphasized the beauty of virtuous decadence, and considering the cold northern weather, the bones with no sign of being hidden even with thickly padded fabric seemed like a mythical hero.
“As I said, I like the clothes you are wearing the most. It’s very cool to feel the dignity that is hard to be tolerated. The gentle and weighty pure black will also help prove your authority as the new baron in the frozen land.”
“Is it?”
“Yes, on top of that, if you keep in mind the taste of the madam, I think you’ll like it, saying you feel intimidated just by looking at it. Certainly, when I look at the grown-up owner up close, I realize that he must be a man who can never be defeated by force.”
Rome, who had buttoned up the cuffs of his coat his, looked at himself in the mirror. Although he had a face that clearly fell into the category of a handsome man, the advice of a maid who had a good knowledge of aesthetics was indeed perfect for him, who was not aware of it due to long scars.
“It’s pretty plausible. Even a guy like me is dressed nicely, so it’s not so bad that I can’t use it.”
“You are too modest. You would have to scrutinize the list of leading actors who work in the Royal Theater to meet a man who is more handsome than his master. You’re not the kind of person who would fall in love with a madam and a young lady just by looking at your appearance without a bare head, but your appearance must have played a significant role in realizing your sincere affection.”
Said Francoise, reaching a slender hand into Rome’s ear her, tidying up his hair around it. The gentle scent of her fresh grass wafted from the maid who smiled and whispered in a small voice.
“Isn’t that just what you see?”
“Well, I can’t say no. To be honest, the baron’s face is my taste. Even when I first saw it, I showed off to some extent. I really thought he was a perfect match for a lady or a mistress.”
After retracing her past her for a moment, she made a noise as if she was funny. The first meeting between the two happened at an unfortunate moment. Even if I could understand it now, at that time, I would have been seen as a bully who only believed in my face and harassed women.
“I was very disappointed. A knight who can only be seen in romantic novels is a man who enjoys promiscuous relationships.”
“Have you ever felt disillusioned? That’s not entirely wrong.”
“Of course not anymore. Because I know how much the owner devoted and sacrificed for the three of us. Only your manners are lewd, but you are still a noble knight. He was bold enough to lay down his own convictions and moral standing.”
Rom was fed up. Feeling a deep connection with Françoise in the middle of the futile conversation, he turned around. Then she blinked her pretty eyes, tilted her head involuntarily because she didn’t know what she was thinking, looked at the maid she was doing, and then opened her mouth.
“If it was normal, I would have attacked you dismissing it as nonsense. With such actions, he must have deliberately committed acts of perjury and concealed his embarrassing feelings of her. But unfortunately, I don’t think that’s possible today.”
“Yes? Why?”
“Wait a minute, there is a small box on the desk. Could you bring that first?”
It was a strange atmosphere. However, Françoise, who had n’t thought much of it until then, found a nearby desk at the request of her owner her. There, he found a silk box woven with short, fine-textured hair and brought it back.
“Once upon a time, there was a man who was disappointed by the unrequited love of a woman and the negligence of her harsh wife. She seduced such a guy to the point that her voluptuous maid approached and offered her her body her. It is an order from the lady who served Amman, but it would be impossible if she did not sincerely sympathize with him.”
“Master, what the hell are you trying to say? …”
“One day something amazing happened to her man her. You can go back through the years and right your wrong choices and change the world. Changed beyond recognition, he now wants to exchange her maid’s sympathy for her for her pity for her for her affection for her.”
The chest with protective magic was no different from a precious treasure in itself. Rom, bent on one knee with her long-prepared box in her hand, looked up at her maid, who was startedled by the sight her, with a wide smile.
“Miss Françoise, a man who has treasured your compassion through the years has proposed to you.”
“… !”
“Will you be my Ardennes wife?”
With a click, the box opened. Françoise, who was unable to say anything because of her emotion her, just covered her mouth with her hands and wept. Even so, I eventually nodded when I saw the rom firmly entrenched as if I would not move from here until I gave an answer myself.
“Yeah, yes… !”
The ring in the box was made of pink gold. The center is decorated with diamonds crafted like a beautiful flower, showing off its elegance. On the inside, it was noticeable that the names of the two men and women and the writing that promised eternal love were also inscribed.
“Okay, so good… !”
“You are the first.”
Rome took out the ring and put it on the ring finger of Françoise’s left hand her. It was impressive that he had measured the diameter of his finger her in advance. She asked cautiously, wearing a bewildered expression as if she did n’t quite realize her reality as she left her dazzlingly luxurious wedding ring with her.
“But what about the madam? What about the young lady?”
“Oriane likes to be treated badly while pretending not to. I postponed it for the last time because she noticed that he wanted me to propose with an insulting meaning. She begged Lucienne’s pardon. Tomorrow’s wedding is for two mothers and daughters, so I’ll give priority to Françoise for today.”
“Then, are you okay?”
“Of course, every time. Even congratulations It’s not empty words, he said that he doesn’t want to be proposed to, but he wants to propose. When the time comes, you’ll get the ring the way I like it.”
“Really, like a madam and a lady.”
Totally agreed. Rom, who raised her body her, hugged the delighted Françoise, feeling her happiness her. She was voluptuous even with the thick maid uniform and wedding dress in between, so she boasted of her overwhelming size of her and muttered as she realized her breasts pressing down on her body of her.
“Because of this, dirty thoughts come to my mind.”
“No, I’m in the mood right now, but I want to do whatever the owner wants.”
So does the groom and the bride. There shouldn’t be anything wrong with the Daerye. The maid, who shook her head resolutely, instead raised her tiptoes to meet her her eye level her. She was slender and showed off her affection by coveting the baron’s lips, which even her full height she could not reach.
Side.
Then he bashfully smiled at her eyes and blushed her cheeks in embarrassment. It was a shame because he endured it with superhuman patience, but it was an act that stimulated Rom more. Thanks to that, he barely held back his seething lust, and since he was low, he let out a voice of resentment.
“It’s like a cheeky concubine.”
“Still, Master, I am a concubine who only looks at you.”
“I can’t help it. Should I wait one more day?”
“If you are going to propose to my wife, hurry up. I heard from the head maid earlier that the guests from the center started passing Saint Bourse. At night, you might be distracted from going to the eve or welcoming guests.”
It made sense. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the wedding of the century, because suitable guests are bound to visit. Moreover, Rome too had invited Margaret, her only dear half-sister her.
“Do you know there is a secret hidden in that ring?”
“… Is it naughty?”
“It is a masterpiece created by artists in each field with great care. I don’t carelessly print gifts for my concubine. Wait while imagining what kind of magic is hidden. After I put it on Oriane and Lucienne, I’ll torment them all together for three days and three nights.”
Françoise trembled with a chill. Even she, who had no particular experience with men, could tell that her baron’s triumphant declaration her was no bravado. Not only did she actually go through it, but his eyes caught me in sight.
“Yes, I will.”
The gleaming eyes of her husband her, Romu Ald Arden, predicted the future and happy days to come.
“… West, my beloved master.”
Françoise Ardenne’s happiness had only just begun.
