As the sound echoed beyond the door, Rashta hugged her large doll.
âA concubine is just a concubine...?â
The guards standing in front of the door exchanged awkward glances. Rashta bit her lip. She stared at the door with a tearful face, then turned her heel and returned to her room.
Viscount Roteschu was right. No matter how much Sovieshu loved her, Rashta was still a concubine. Her position was dependent on the fickle emotions of one man.
Rashta summoned Viscountess Verdi to ask her a question.
âLady Verdi.â
âYes, Miss Rashta.â
âAmong all the emperorsâ concubines...has anyone been loved by the emperor all her life?â
Normally, Rashta would have avoided exchanging words with Viscountess Verdi as much as possible. However, the viscountess seemed more familiar with these matters than the two other serving girls.
They way Viscountess Verdi averted her eyes with a troubled look gave Rashta the answer she needed.
âNo?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âItâs not unheard of.â
âBut not many, is it?â
â...Thatâs correct.â
â...â
As Rashta started to cry, Viscountess Verdi hurried to appease her.
âBut itâs alright, Miss Rashta. A long as you have a child, you will not be cut off from the Imperial Family even without the Emperorâs favor. The baby will be your strength.â
âRashtaâRashta wants a baby that she can love and care for! I donât want to use the baby that way!â
âI didnât mean it like that...â
There was a soft knock. Rashta closed her mouth, and the door to the parlor room opened and Cherily came in.
âMiss Rashta, Viscount Roteschu is here.â
Rashta dismissed Viscountess Verdi from the room and allowed Viscount Roteschu in. She was still upset, and seeing the viscount made her even more so, but she was unable to throw him out.
âWhy are you here this time?â
Rashta didnât bother hiding her contempt, but Viscount Roteschu seemed wholly unperturbed.
âIâm thinking of moving.â
She had heard he was looking for a house to live in the capital. She spoke through her clenched teeth.
âSo?â
âI need a house.â
âHow much do you need?â
Rashta remembered the money Duke Elgy lent her. Ten thousand krangs was a large sum. She didnât know how much a house cost, but...
âHmm. I think about half a million krangs.â
âHalf a million?â
Rashta jumped to her feet in alarm. She had never imagined Viscount Roteschu would demand such a sum.
âWhat kind of house is that expensive!â
âItâs a house with a garden. Actually, the house costs four hundred thousand krangs, but one hundred thousand goes to renovation.â
Rashtaâs hands shook by how casually he answered.
âThereâs no need to live in that big a mansion alone!â
âLive alone?â
Viscount Roteschuâs eyebrow lifted at her.
âI will bring my grandchild with me. Your child, Rashta.â
âYou will?!â
âWell, I canât leave the little one alone in the country, can I? What a heartless mother.â
Rashta trembled in bewilderment and rage.
âOh dear, Rashta. Do you think itâs wasteful to spend money on your own child?â
Viscount Roteschu looked at Rashta and smiled at her like a leech.
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No matter how hard I tried, I found it difficult to understand Sovieshu. He doesnât love me, so why on earth...
My head was dizzy and my chest tight. I started to feel sick to my stomach, so I finally left the palace and walked outside. I remembered that Prince Heinley had left in a hurry, and my steps automatically turned towards the southern palace.
âOh?â
However, as I walked through the southern palace, I saw Rashta in the corridor across the way. She didnât notice me in her hurry, and she looked quite pale.
âIs she not feeling well?â
She approached the door to someoneâs room, and a moment later it opened. It was Duke Elgy. Rashta entered the room first, but Duke Elgyâs eyes met mine, and he grinned before closing the door.
â...â
What did I care? I made my way towards where Prince Heinley stayed. Coincidentally, he was walking this way, and we stood opposite each other in the middle of the hallway.
â...Queen. â
He stared at me for a moment then gave a languid smile.
âWe came across each other just as I was going to see you.â
âDid you want to tell me something?â
âI have a lot to say, and Iâve come to say them.â
He pointed towards the garden.
âDo you mind if I walk with you for a while?â
I nodded, and we fell in step together. Small winter petals that bloomed above us in the trees rustled in the wind and drifted downwards.
I felt something heavy placed on my shoulders. It was Prince Heinleyâs coat.
âIâm fine.â
âIsnât it cold?â
âIf youâre cold, then why did you give me your coat...?â
âI thought you would be cold as well.â
âIâm not cold.â
âThank goodness.â
I smiled at his strange words, and when I looked into his purple eyes he returned a smile as well. I inhaled the scent of his coat. It smelled similar to Queen. He awkwardly adjusted the coat on me, then continued walking.
âYou may have guessed, but...â
It was silent for a moment, the only sound the rustling of our clothes as we walked. Prince Heinley slowly spoke.
âI think I have to go back to the Western Kingdom.â
â...I see.â
I was already prepared for this. Nevertheless, sadness rose in my heart. However, I could not reveal this to the person whose brother was on the edge of life and death.
The crunch of our footsteps on the fallen leaves sounded unusually loud. The wind suddenly got colder, and I clutched his coat more tightly around me.
Neither of us said a word. It wasnât until we walked a fair distance that Prince Heinley broke the silence again with a soft voice.
âCan we keep exchanging letters?â
âOf course.â
âThank goodness.â
I smiled and nodded. I may not be able to see Prince Heinley often anymore, but Queen will come. And even though the frequency of the visits would be reduced, we can still meet. I tried to uplift my heart with this knowledge, but somehow it wasnât good enough.
âQueen...Queen may be busy.â
Prince Heinley stopped walking. When I looked up at him, he heaved a small sigh.
âI may have to send another bird. Will that be alright?â
âWhy will Queen be busy?â
âThe bird is a symbol, in many ways.â
â...â
âIâll send the blue bird you saw before.â
I once thought he was just simply a good prince, but I suppose Iâve become very close to him and Queen. His goodbye made my footsteps feel as heavy as lead. My first parting with a friend was more frustrating and terrible than I thought.
I nodded, then turned and started walking again.