How To Win My Husband Over

Episode 21: Leah

"That's not possible. I'm just a little late because something came up. Who did the princess come with?"

"I'm here with my nanny. My mom doesn't come to places like this often."

I see. It was understandable. The Omerta siblings are the king's relatives, not the queen's.

In any case, considering that the young princess was present like this, the king seemed to be quite caring about the wicked personality of his nephew.

Next to Arien was another girl who looked about the same age.

She was a doll-like cute child with fine pale yellow wavy hair and sparkling bright green eyes.

As I was about to talk to her, the girl spoke first.

"The madam's husband is a Paladin."

"Yes, miss."

"My brother is also a paladin."

"Oh, I see. Perhaps I know him?"

"Maybe. My brother is also quite famous.  His face is worth looking at, but his mouth is so dirty. My mother said he bit a rag."

Well, what is this feeling of knowing who that man is right away? Come to think of it, the color of her hair and eyes are similar. And somehow, the way she talks…….

"Can we drink that too?"

"Oh, no, no. Instead, you can choose the juice here."

"A long time ago, your husband gave me a ride on his shoulder."

Really? That Isaac? Really? No way.

And if he was that kind of guy, why is Arien so scared of him?

My suspicious expression made the girl stick out her tongue cutely.

"My brother forced him to carry me though."

Oh, that's what it is. That's right. There's no way that such a cold-blooded man has such a kind bone in his body.

"But the princess told me that milady allowed her to touch your hair. Really?"

"Really, but not now. Not here."

"Why not now?"

"People are watching, Leah."

"I want to touch it now."

In contrast to the shy Arien, Sir Ivan's sister was a daring tomboy.

Is it just runs in the family or is it their upbringing? Anyway, they're both really cute. I hope they grow up well without any injuries.

"I don't mind you touching it now. How does it matter if others see?"

"That's right, how does it matter if others see you?"

As I sat down on the stairs, while they stood behind me, with a smile, Leah approached and reached out as if she had been waiting.

Arien also hesitated, but she quietly started to fiddle with my hair.

Fingers that twirled and braided the hair…….

"What are you doing?"

You really have a knack for bad timing and making others feel bad, you bastard.

I slowly tried to get up, but the two girls had caught on to my shoulders, so I just sat there and grinned.

"Where have you been?"

"Not important. I'm the host of this banquet."

What's this answer? Are you bragging? Or are you saying that I can't go anywhere because you're the main character?

I had a good time before. What a posh bastard you are.

My handsome husband stood proudly for a moment and was looking down at me, but soon shifted his gaze toward the two girls.

Don't stare at them with such distasteful eyes, you bastard. That's why the kids are afraid of you!

I can feel poor Arien trembling. It's all right, I understand how you feel.

"Oh, milady was playing with you. Leah, did you greet her properly?"

"I cursed about you a bit, brother."

"What?"

Sir Ivan with a rag as his mouth, who had followed after Isaac, had returned to a serious and pleasant appearance. There was no trace of what he had seen before.

But nonetheless. What does that mean?

"Hahaha, the princess and the young miss were playing with me."

"That's right."

"That's right."

Kids, can you please stop being so serious?

I was bullied by my husband for acknowledging that I was on the same mental level as the six-year-old princess.

I was slowly trying to get up, but Isaac suddenly held out a hand.

Do you want me to take it?

As expected, he must feel generous because it's his birthday. As soon as I grabbed it, my body stood up in an instant.

"Can you do it one more time?"

"……."

"I'm sorry. I won't bother you."

So please, just declare the end already. He stared at me again with his eyes shining somewhat sadly while I was smiling. Why are you staring at me like that?

I used to think Cesare was the hardest thing to please, but I was mistaken. It's the hardest thing to understand your twisted mind!

Wait. Is it because of that?

"Oh, I'll give you a birthday present."

I quickly rummaged through the silk bag I was holding, and he blinked as if waiting for it. What a snob man.

To be honest, after seeing the shiny pile of gifts on one side of the hall, I didn't feel like taking out my gift, but there was nothing I could do. What can I do about my situation?

"Well, it's nothing, but I worked hard to make it all night. I hope you like it."

"……."

"Happy birthday. I'm so glad you were born."

Happy or unhappy, I smiled broadly anyway, holding out his gift. I must look like a die-hard fan, all enthusiastic for this moment.

Isaac looked down at my hand. To be exact, he stared at the handkerchief embroidered with sunflowers and the finely folded letter.

My heart beat violently with anxiety.

Don't tear it, don't tear it, don't tear it. No, you can tear it, so just declared the destruction of us with it. [1]

Why does it feel like it's suddenly quiet everywhere?

Then he slowly raised his gaze again and met my eyes.

For some reason, it suddenly looked like he had a jumbled expression like the one I saw outside earlier.

Why does he look so tired? Don't tell me it was too hard to get a present like this?

I gulped down my dry mouth.

The smiling muscles in my mouth began to twitch, but I added without caring.

"I will never, ever make any trouble from now on."

"……."

"So please don't hate me."

Say something in return or accept it. My arm hurts.

Finally, he moved his hand.

Handkerchief and letter embroidered with painstakingly shriveled helplessly in his cauldron-like grip!

"This is…."

"Well, it's a heartfelt apology from me."

"……."

"Do you like it?"

I was going to say it was a sincere letter, but I thought it would be destroyed, so I said it was a letter of apology.

Fortunately, the letter I had written with great care turned out to be still in one piecer and there was no accident.

No, but why is he grabbing it so hard? The letter is going to crumple up.

"Listen."

"What?"

"I like it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

A pretty calm tone of voice, reached out toward my slowly falling hand.

A red gaze like a pool of blood fixed on my tattered fingers.

"……such stubborn thing."

It's obviously trivial, but why does it sound like he's in pain?

As if that no one had uttered that it was Isaac's birthday few days earlier, Earendil quickly turned grey and somber.

The gloomy climate unique to the north, which is hard to see a handful of sunlight until the next summer, has begun.

Being in a dark and eerie environment because of the foggy weather, I understand why there were so many crooked people in this place.

It's prone to depression, and you never know when or where a bloodthirsty monster will pop out.

The climate is likely to turn even the most naive philanthropist into a fierce and sensitive pessimist in less than a month.

In this situation, a person whose existence had been forgotten has returned.

The Duke of Omerta, Isaac's and Ellenia's father finally returned to Earendil.

"I'm sorry for the late greeting."

I vaugely imagine he Omerta sibling's father to be a sharp middle-aged man who would have retained the cruel beauty of his youth when he was somehow known as a dark knight in the north.

But my prediction was shattered again this time.

It was evident that it was the deceased Duchess who had passed on such beauty to her children.

His eyes, red as ruby, were similar to those of his children.

However, the combination of drooping eyes, sparse gray hair, an angled chin, and a troll-like rugged and gigantic physique made him look more like a wild and wild bandit boss than the head of a Britannia most noble family.

"I was worried if my son didn't treat you properly because he is so succulent."

"He's too kind to me."

When I smiled softly and replied sweet on my lips, the Duke tilted his head slightly to one side.

When he prepared to say something,  Ellenia, who sat silently, suddenly interrupted,

"You missed his birthday, dad."

"That's surprising. That cheap bastard would prefer the option where I missed it anyway."

"His majesty has expressed his regret. You missed the Holy marriage banquet."

"The work was not in a day or two, hmph. More than that, ma'am, did you visit the temple?"

Ellenia clenched her lips. I carefully put down the cup I was holding.

The question of whether I had visited the temple was not a question of whether I had taken political steps to visit the priests here as the pope's daughter.

The northern tradition of the newly married aristocrats visiting temples and making vows together in the sense that they have become a true couple after the first night.

The father was now asking me if I had finished it.

This was quite a surprise. To be honest, I never thought I'd be asked this question.

This was because the original Rudbeckia had never spent a night with Isaac for half a year before reaching that disasterous event, and no one had ever forced them to do their duty.

If I did it, it would be good ammunition to be attacked by both sides.

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[1] declaration she meant was them breaking apart, so him tearing the gift would mean that he no longer want to be with her.

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