(From Blue's Perspective)
"Your Highness is helping too much," Ruby said.
"I am not doing anything for free," I said.
"It's just one of Your Highness's plans so my father cannot refuse. You are not taking any profit either. You are just taking what you have given and it's just perfectly calculated. I have no idea how long Your Highness has been planning this."
"I don't need any profit. I am the Queen, so I have a lot of money. Or did you think I am a beggar?"
"I am not saying that..."
"Then let's not talk about it anymore. I am doing what I want to," I said, ending the conversation for good. "Let's just relax. Ah, what am I saying? The carriage ride is really sothing... My waist is breaking apart..."
"Should I open the curtains a bit?" Perita asked. "At least, Your Highness can look outside a bit."
"Yeah, do so."
Perita opened the curtains and the mont I looked outside, I saw a strange figure. "Wait! Stop the carriage!"
"Your Highness?"
The carriage was stopped. I looked out very carefully. He was still there. He was wearing a blue cloak and a mask that covered his whole face. It was the sa man from my dream who called his daughter. But one thing surprised .
His eye color was baby blue, just like mine while in the dream, his eye color was dark brown. Dem ntioned that mages could change their eye color if they wanted to.
"What's wrong, Your Highness?"
"That man over there...," I mumbled, pointing towards him with my finger.
"Who is there?" Perita asked. "The one wearing that green suit?"
"No, the one in a blue cloak. He is wearing a mask," I said.
"What...?"
"What's wrong, Your Highness?" Abel asked, opening the carriage door.
"Sir Abel..."
"Please call Abel."
"Yes, Abel. That man, can you bring him here for ? He is wearing a blue cloak and a mask."
"Who?"
"Look behind you. He is right beside that beggar..."
"But, Your Highness...," Perita started.
"There is no one like that there. There is no one next to the beggar," Abel said.
"What...? What are you saying? He is looking at !" I said loudly.
"Your Highness, there is really no one there," Abel said calmly. "Perhaps you are too tired."
"Ruby can't see it too?" I asked, glancing at Ruby who shook her head. I sighed. "... Start the carriage."
I wanted to see that man and talk to him. But I did not get down the carriage. It seed only I could see him. There was no guarantee if he had a good intention or not. What if he hard or tried to take away?
As the carriage passed by, he kept his eyes on . His eyes were so similar to mine that it was like looking at my eyes in the mirror.
"Your Highness, take a rest. You can rest your head on my shoulder," Ruby said. "I will wake you up when we reach the palace."
"Hmm... Give so of the cakes to Abel. He did not enter with us," I said.
"Yes, I will. Please rest," Perita said.
I did not know when I fell asleep or when we reached the palace. I woke up a bit when I felt a strong pair of arms carrying .
"Hm? Detrius?"
"Dem, not Detrius," he said.
"Ah, right... Dem... When...?"
"You were sleeping. I could not bring myself to wake you up," he said.
"You should have... It's alright, you can put down," I said.
He did not say anything and did not put down. He was holding very tightly. Since he did not have any intention of putting down, I wrapped my arm around his nape and rested my head against his firm chest.
"Today's eting was about you. The people who did not agree with you being the Queen, I had to shut them down and that's what today's eting was about. I could not delay it in any way," he said.
And I was wondering why he did not go with . He usually left everything if I wanted him to do sothing for or be with . So, I always refrained from asking him for sothing when he had work in hand. Since it was a eting that was about , he could not co with . He was always like that- prioritizing above everything else.
"I wish I could go with you. But it's alright now. You are back."
'Were you worried that I won't co back? I don't even have the energy to argue about it anymore. I have tried my best to tell you that I am not leaving you, but you just don't believe ... I am tired now.'
"Have you had lunch?" I asked.
"No."
"Were you waiting for ?"
"No, I was busy," he said.
"I told you not to wait for ," I said.
"I told you I was not waiting. The work was just too much," he said.
"Have your food in ti. You work too hard every day. You need energy," I said.
"I was not waiting for you."
"Yeah, yeah... I will wash up later. I am hungry as well. Let's have our lunch first."
"Do you want to have lunch in the dining room? Or in our room?"
"Let's go to our room," I said.
Dem carried to our bedroom and placed on the couch. I still had not fully gotten used to how big our bedroom was.
"Aren't you going to ask how it went?" I asked.
"I am not interested in things regarding other people," he shrugged. "Bring our lunch here."
"... Are you interested in only?"
"Yes," he replied without waiting. "I told you. It's just you."
"Are you okay with this? Because it's not normal..."
"Yeah, I am fine with the way things are," he said. "Wine?"
"Just one glass."
If he did not want to know, then it was not my job to force him to listen to . I thought he would want to know more about it since it was the first ti, I was doing things alone. I just thought that he was worried that I would do things wrong and ruin both his and my reputation. But he did not seem to care about any of that and trusted .
"After lunch, I want to et the designer who designed my office," I said.
"Why?"
"I need her to do sothing for ," I said.
"et her in the evening," he said. "It's not that urgent, right?"
"It's kinda urgent. But why in the evening? I am free after this. I will have to work in the evening," I said.
"Haa, alright," he sighed.
"Dem, what's wrong? You are saying anything clearly. Do you want to stay with you after lunch?"
"Will you do so if I ask you to?"
"Well, it's not like I have too many works. So, I guess I will be spending ti with you instead. Are you sure you are free?"
"Of course. I do my work very quickly, my darling wife."
I was worried about Dem's health. He was working a lot. I was worried that he was stressing himself out. I was helping him as much as I could since I had started learning as well. Because of my mory, it was easy to learn things.
Dem did not have any assistants because he did not trust anyone. He would rather do everything alone even though it was too much. That was one of the reasons I was working hard so I could help him as much as I could. Since it was just the two of us, the work was just too much to handle. Perhaps having an assistant was not a bad idea.
"Want to have lunch on the balcony? We never had our lunch there," Dem said.
"We had dinner there," I said.
"It's not the sa thing. Are you going to refuse?"
"I didn't say that," I chuckled. "Let's do it."
I thought Dem just wanted to talk to after lunch. That was why he did not want to let go. But I should have known that my husband was not soone who would stop just to talk.
It did not matter if it was nightti or dayti. He just never seed to get enough of . Well, I could not bla him. I could never get enough of him either. Perhaps it was the power of love that just knew no bound.
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