In her husband’s office, Ronan was waiting for her. Aie wasn’t there anymore. It seed that Ronan and Aie’s conversation was over.
"Tania called for lunch," Arielle said.
Ronan nodded, then invited Arielle to join him for lunch.
"So.... What did Aie say?" Arielle asked curiously.
"Hm... nothing important. Aie only said that she still liked Lazarus and felt guilty for not telling Kael her feelings beforehand. I advised her to talk about it to the two of them again, and Aie agreed. For the final decision on how Aie and Lazarus’s relationship, it depends on the outco of their discussion."
Ronan didn’t want to interfere in his friend’s affairs. However, he hoped that Aie could open up her feelings for Lazarus even more. He hoped that by learning to have a commitnt to Aie, Lazarus could be more mature and not act recklessly like before.
"Ronan... I want to ask you sothing."
"Yes, what did my wife want to ask?"
"Um... it’s nothing important. I’m just curious about a few things. The night we left the palace, I t a little girl who was selling roses."
"Ah... the night you bought all of her roses?"
Arielle nodded and put down her fork and knife for a mont to speak.
"Yes. I’m just curious. She said he was from a village near Mount Birwick. Is it far from here?"
Ronan chewed his steak first, then replied, "For a carriage, it can take two to three days by using public roads, but if you are brave enough to go through the forest and take the straight road, it only takes half a day. Do you rember the frozen lake near the forest where we released the deer I caught?"
"Yes. I rember."
"It’s a part of Mount Birwick. It’s one of the smallest hills. We need to go around the hill from the outside to reach the village," Ronan replied. "Why did you suddenly ask about that? Do you want to visit that village?"
Arielle shook her head. She was just curious. After a brief conversation with Archie earlier, it suddenly made Arielle curious to know a little information about Mount Birwick.
"I just finished talking about Mount Birwick with Archie and wanted to know a few things. The book I read said that the snow on Mount Birwick was much thicker. I’m a little curious as to how much it will take..." Arielle’s question suddenly stopped midway when she realized sothing.
"Ronan, is it possible that the coldest region in the north could have a flower garden like Priest Louise’s?" Arielle asked, feeling sothing was bothering her.
"Of course, it is possible, but it needs more priests because the weather there is more extre. The Birwick people, the people who inhabit the village near Mount Birwick, refused to be relocated since ancient tis. They are willing to spend more money to pay priests to preserve their ancestral land."
"Even since my grandfather’s ti, the Birwick people who have their mana flow open will be trained to beco priests in the cathedral. Then, after graduation, they will be sent back to where they ca from. Because we know that their needs are greater than in any other areas."
Arielle nodded in understanding. At that ti, the rose seller’s daughter said that her father had also originally co to the capital to call for an additional priest. Arielle tried to have positive thoughts. She shook her head to clear her anxiety.
She almost thought that the florist’s daughter was from the sa place as Lord Otis. It was from the side of Mount Birwick that had no snow. No matter how big Arielle’s efforts to break her anxiety, she was always overthinking about it.
Sue? Zoe? No way it was Zoe. Pries Elis once said that there was only one royal family na in the north. For northerners, there was a separate prohibition against using the na of the royal family as their na.
Besides the myth of the royal family being cursed, there was also a legend that the na of the royal family was the chosen na by the Moon Goddess. The stories that spread among the citizens were diverse enough that it beca their own belief.
So it was impossible for anyone to use the na Zoe. There was no way anyone would deliberately give that na to their child. The little girl’s na must be Sue. Arielle tried to convince herself that the na of the rose seller’s child was Sue. That was what she heard.
"Ronan, do you know the origin of why the royal family’s na should no longer be used by ordinary people?"
"Hmm?" Ronan looked at Arielle who didn’t eat her food anymore. He smiled at his wife who kept asking a lot of questions. He did not know what caused his wife to be so curious about things like this. Maybe when Arielle t Archie, his wife found a lot of new things she had just heard for the first ti.
"Actually, there is no definite reason. There’s not even a prohibition from the royal family to use our na again. It’s just that there are a lot of stories about it, making it spread widely. It has beco a myth of its own. Just like the story of the white-haired witch who cursed the royal family that you heard back then..."
"Ah, yes... I still rember it," Arielle replied.
"So, if soone out there goes by the na Ronan, Arielle or... um.. Irene, you don’t mind at all?" asked Arielle who was a little hesitant to ntion the na of Ronan’s younger sister.
"Absolutely not. They are free to use anyone’s na. Theodore, the first king or even Zoe, my mother’s na, I don’t care," Ronan replied very casually.
Ronan leaned over and then smirked at Arielle.
"Is there anything else my wife wants to ask?"
Arielle covered her mouth then shook her head. She forgot that they were having lunch together right now. Her head held too many things she didn’t understand. It made her forget Ronan’s presence in front of her.
Arielle cleared her throat to erase the awkward feeling she felt.
"I’m sorry. I didn’t an to interrupt our lunch ti."
Ronan took Arielle’s hand and held it gently.
"Arielle, I’m really happy to be able to answer all your questions. I like it when we talk like this, and I hope I can have a lot of ti for things like this," the man replied, then kissed his wife’s hand lovingly.
Arielle smiled at Ronan’s reply. The two of them continued their lunch again. After finishing his al, without looking at the work on his desk, Ronan escorted Arielle back to their room. He didn’t care about work. It was still on their honeymoon, so he had the right to leave his job.
As the two of them walked through the main hallway where there were many paintings of the previous kings and queens, Arielle stopped right in front of the painting of Ronan’s mother.
"Why stopping?" asked Ronan, who also looked at his mother’s painting.
"It’s nothing... it’s just.. her face reminds of soone."
An impatient Ronan carried Arielle to co with him.
"Just a hunch, love. Everyone said that I looked like my father and my sister looked like my mother, but those three had gone, so you don’t have to think about unnecessary things like that."
Ronan opened and closed their bedroom door violently using his leg and pressed Arielle against the wall. One by one his wife’s dress was stripped off, and the two of them shared a passionate kiss again.
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