Chapter 37
Lionel said.
âThe chef said he put a lot of effort into baking the chiffon cake. Karl also said he found a tea to compliment the cake.â
Riv salivated as she recalled the simple yet neat desserts made by the Dukeâs cooks.
The chiffon cake made by the chef softly melted the moment she put it in her mouth. If it was such a tea time, of course she had to say yes. However,
âShould I really change my dress? Itâs too troublesome.â
âPrincess Marianne would change her dress six times a day. You should also get used to changing clothes. I like bright, revealing dresses rather than dull ones. Find something like that and try it on.â
Riv sighed and pretended to agree.
Riv was used to being Madame Katana, so she lacked the common sense of ordinary noble women.
âAfter an hour, come down to the parlor.â
The kindness from before disappeared in an instant. Lionel had turned professional again.
Riv left his office.
An hour was surprisingly short to be able to choose a new dress and change her clothes.
It was good to hurry. After entering her room, Riv asked her maids to find a dress, and then headed to her bathroom to wash. Riv Katana, reflected in the bathroomâs blurry mirror, looked as youthful as a girl on her first date.
Riv ended up wearing a modest-looking apricot dress. Of the few dresses she quickly pulled out, it was the most modest that fit her body.
The other dresses needed repairs because they had a large waist or a short hem.
âUgh.â
Her shoulders were slightly exposed, and the dress that spread down the waist was too much.
It was a dress that seemed more suitable for a tea party in a gorgeous garden than casual wear.
âIs this okay?â
She wanted to change into another dress, but didnât have time. Riv looked at herself once in the mirror.
She saw a white-skinned woman with dark, luscious hair.
A blush spread across her terribly pale face, and now she looked like a living person.
âMiss, you are beautiful.â
Riv felt awkward with everything her maids said.
She looked like a plausible lady to herself, but she wasnât sure how she looked in the eyes of others. A maid said as she came up to her.
âThe Duke is waiting for you.â
Riv turned her body in the mirror.
Looking at her dark, voluminous hair flowing down her back. The maids said.
âNext time, I will curl your hair with an iron and put it up nicely.â
Riv nodded her head and went downstairs with her.
This was just a play.
A play that had to look real. Even if it wasnât real, she and Lionel had to act like a proper couple in the future.
After Riv managed her expression, she went down to the drawing room on the ground floor.
Lionel, dressed in a suit, sat on the plush sofa and casually patted the seat next to him.
âCome sit here.â
âThere?â
Even though the living room was small, there were plenty of places to sit.
Even if it wasnât there, it was enough. Lionelâs eyes blazed as if he would eat her. He patted the seat next to him and emphasized.
âSit here next to me, my love.â
The servantsâ faces were engulfed in fear.
âMy love?â
Riv doubted her ears.
It seemed natural that the servants who had frozen and then melted for a short time pretended not to see and turned away from them.
âIs it really this embarrassing to act as an engaged couple?â
Riv, conscious of the maidsâ gazes, sat down next to Lionel.
She didnât want to face Lionel, and he was still too close. Her heart started pounding.
She felt like her heart was being strained.
âRiv looks nice in bright and colorful things.â
âOh, thank you.â
Lionelâs serious gaze seemed to rest on her white shoulders.
âHave I told you youâre pretty?â
At Lionelâs praise, Riv felt her heart tickle. Her face turned red involuntarily.
âL-Lionel looks great too.â
âIsnât this scar scary?â
Riv knew that at some point, Lionel was going to show her the right side of his face.
Coincidentally, the seat she was sitting on was also on his right.
âHow did that scar come about?â
âAbout five years ago, I got it from a battle.â
Lionel said nonchalantly, but refused to elaborate.
âI want to hear more.â
âThere was a minor battle on the Northern border.â
Recalling the memories of that time, Lionel seemed to have become extremely displeased.
The pain at that time seemed to come back to him.
âRiv, do I need to tell you more?â
âIf you donât want to, then you donât have to. But.â
âBut?â
âDoes Lionel have insecurity about the scar on his face?â
Without the scar, Lionelâs face would have been flawless.
However, for Riv, the scar was already part of Lionel.
âLionel, I am not afraid of your scar. Itâs pretty.â
âWhat? Pretty?â
For a moment, Lionelâs face went blank.
Riv traced the scar on his red face.
There were still traces of his natural skin texture on the scar.
The traces were like cracks on glass.
âRiv, arenât you afraid of me?â
Riv chose what to say.
âI think itâs human.â
âHuman?â
âWouldnât you have been too perfect without the scars? You must have been so handsome that you looked like a sculpture?â
At Rivâs words, Lionel was expressionless.
But somehow he seemed happy.
âRiv, youâre amazing. All the other servants are watching.â
âWhat?â
When Riv turned around, the servants and maids averted their gazes.
She could feel a lot of eyes spying on them from the doorway. Lionel looked at them and waved his hand in annoyance.
âLeave.â
âDuke.â
âGet out.â
âWe will leave the cake and tea.â
ââ¦â¦â
The maids set the cake and tea down.
The brightly colored black tea was poured from the teapot.
The cakes looked pretty and tasty, but Riv didnât pay them any attention.
âL-Lionel.â
Lionel hugged Rivâs waist. Their knees touched and his thighs rubbed against hers. His muscular legs could be felt through the skirt of her thick dress. Lionel was deliberately making them touch.
âIsnât this too close?â
As Riv whispered to him, Lionel laughed.
âYou have to act properly.â
Who the hell did they have to act in front of?
Arenât you trying to touch me under the guise of acting?
Riv felt embarrassed. She didnât want to reveal that she was attracted to him.
The cake that she had wanted to eat was right there, but it didnât catch her eye. Her appetite was long gone.
âI, I.â
âAh, we have to do tea time properly as well.â
Lionel grabbed a plate with cake, breaking a piece off with a fork. He brought the fork up to her mouth..
âEat.â
Riv hesitated and opened her mouth.
Lionel put the piece of cake into Rivâs mouth.
Rivâs eyes widened at his bold behavior.
Surprised and startled, she barely chewed the piece of cake, and swallowed it immediately.
She felt like she was going to get indigestion from the discomfort. Lionel looked at her with such a caring face. One of his hands was still wrapped around her waist.
âYou donât look good. Where does it hurt? Are you not fully recovered?â
âI-Itâs uncomfortable.â
Riv struggled to keep her face from turning red.
âTake one more bite to show your sincerity.â
Riv couldnât taste the cake. It must have been a romantic scene, but why didnât it feel romantic?
Lionel looked the same as he usually did.
A hard face, and a brutal appearance that seemed to spit out black energy.
A face smiling towards Riv.
For some reason, it gave her the feeling of seeing a terrifying villain. She wasnât scared, but still, she felt strange.
âWhat?â
âJust.â
âLetâs have dinner together later.â
Riv just turned her head away, more embarrassed by the situation, where they were so close together. Lionel said casually, grabbing Rivâs hand and holding it.
They were in a loving pose, but his voice was indifferent.
âRiv, I donât think I mentioned the wedding date earlier.â
âWhen is it?â
âItâs in three days.â
Rivâs eyes almost popped out. She didnât know it would be this soon.
Lionel added.
âTomorrow the seamstresses will come and mend the wedding dress.â
âYou really are in a hurry.â
âI want to do it today or tomorrow, but it would seem to be difficult with the Bishopâs circumstances.â
âYes.â
Riv, who was admiring Lionelâs momentum, asked.
âDoesnât a wedding need the permission of the royal family or the bishopsâ church?â
âI need approval from both of them. So, I urged the Cardinals to get us married, ignoring the royal family. He will host our wedding.â
âThe proud Cardinal, His Eminence?â
The Cardinal who refused to meet the king carelessly?
Lionel casually told a story that shocked Riv.
âYour wedding dress is the only problem because the schedule is tight. We didnât have time to order a dress, so Claudel said sheâd look at my motherâs wedding dress.â
âThe dress of the former Duchess?â
âDo you not like it because it was my motherâs dress?â
Riv hesitated.
âItâs not that, but will it fit me? I am taller than most women.â
âMy mother wasnât quite as tall as you, but she was tall, so it will only need light mending.â
âYour mother was also tall?â
âMy father and my mother were both tall. Probably just like you and me.â
Lionel muttered involuntarily.
âOh, is that why youâre my ideal type?â
Riv tried to understand what he was saying, but as he wrapped himself around her, he couldnât continue his words.
âHey, Lionel, please get away from me.â