Chapter 11
Political Marriage With a Friendly Enemy
Kwanach tapped his thigh with his hand.
âStep on it and get in.â
âBut why?â
âHurry up.â
Kwanach showed no signs of retreating. He looked at me as if saying he had already broken one rule of etiquette and would not let it go in vain.
I hesitated for a moment and then stepped on his thigh. I gently placed my hand on his hand that Kwanach held out to me and accepted his escort.
Kwanachâs thighs were as hard as stone. They didnât even budge when I put my weight on them. His big hands were rough with calluses, but they were warm.
Thanks to Kwanach, it was easy for me to get into the carriage.
Did Kwanach always have a high body temperature? The skin that came in contact with me was tingling like it was on fire.
It was the first time I had ever been escorted like this by a man. My life was spent busily shuttling between the royal palace and the borderlands. My heart throbbed with surprise at the unfamiliar experience.
Eventually, Kwanach with his big body came in and sat down across from me. Even though it was the widest carriage I had ever seen, it felt cramped when Kwanach walked in.
âLetâs go.â
At Kwanachâs order, the carriage began to move slowly.
I looked through the window at the people of the palace standing far away. I was not at peace leaving my sickly father and young brother behind.
The slowly rolling carriage was silent for a while. I tried to focus on the scenery from the window, ignoring the presence of the man who was now my husband, filling the carriage.
Then Kwanachâs low voice broke the silence.
âYou may be distraught right now, but you wonât regret this marriage.â
I turned my head slowly to meet Kwanachâs eyes.
âI donât regret it. Nor will I ever.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âOh, I was told that this dress was sent by you. Thank you.â
The dress was a mixture of yellow-green and green. It was a color that gave me comfort.
âIt suits you well.â
âDoes it? Itâs actually a little more colorful than what I usually wear.â
The hem of the skirt was inflated, and even a slight movement made the fabric rustle.
âBeautiful.â
I flinched at Kwanachâs short reply.
âThe dress?â
âAndâ¦.the dress.â
Kwanach spat out those few words and turned his head to the side.
I floundered for a moment, unable to fully comprehend his words.
âHe complimented me on my appearance, didnât he? Heâs not that scary.â
I bowed my head gently and thanked Kwanach.
âYouâre really kind for giving me such a compliment.â
âIâm not much of a talker and I canât give fancy rhetoric. Iâm sure youâve heard it hundreds, maybe thousands of times.â
âI have never heard it before.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âAnd not hundreds or thousands of times. Iâm not that great looking.â
Standing beside Kwanach, I would fade away. He shone as intensely as his other name, âThe Sun God,â but I find him somewhat brooding and quiet. I had that level of objectivity.
Kwanach turned his head to look at me again. He narrowed his brows.
âWho told you that?â
âHuh? What?â
âWho told you that you are not good looking?â
âOh, I just thinkâ¦â¦Kwanach, compared to you, I think Iâm a normal axis.â
Kwanach stared at me in silence for a moment. He had a seemingly expressionless face and also seemed to be angry at the same time.
The longer the silence lasted, the more strangely tense I felt. It wasnât until after a while that Kwanach spoke again.
âSo do you think Iâm handsome?â
As normal as the sun rises in the east, it is natural that Kwanach was handsome.
âYes.â
âThatâs a relief.â
Kwanachâs mouth curled up at an angle as he said,
âI was worried that you might run away from the bedroom.â
âWhat do you mean, ârun awayâ? I at least know my duty.â
âDuty.â
Kwanach furrowed his thick eyebrows and swept his black hair back several times. His thick lips casually opened.
âA born royal woman like you seems to have a very strong sense of duty. It looks like youâre already ready to mix with the man you first met today. I donât know because Iâm of humble birth.â
Kwanach leaned his large body toward me as he spoke. His bodyâs scent was so overpowering that I felt blank for a while.
âI want a true marriage.â
ââ¦â¦ What?â
âIf you mean that you donât want to be in a relationship because of a sense of duty, but try to pretend itâs good? Donât act like youâve been sold.â
âI didnât mean it like that. If I upset you, Iâm sorryâ¦â¦.â
âNo more apologies.â
Kwanachâs unpredictable reaction confused me for a while.
In truth, I didnât care what it took as long as I could maintain my seat as empress, so I was going to tell Kwanach that he could have any lovers or concubines that he wanted. I was going to be an empress who was both present and absent, like a transparent presence. I did not want any kind of power.
I was content with my role in maintaining the peace agreement.
What was the point of pretending to be something I wasnât?
And a true marriage?
I didnât know what it was. But it would be easier for me to live as a mouse.
As a man who destroyed the dynasty with hundreds of years of history and caused upheaval on the continent, he was good at embarrassing people.
âAnd, uh, the consummation.â
Kwanach said in a low voice. The consummation. I heard those words through his mouth, and suddenly I felt numb below the waist.
Actually, I only knew that it was between a husband and wife, but I did not know the detailed process. Iâve never even tried to imagine it in detail.
âYou donât have to do it just because you feel obligated. Iâm not going to make you if youâre reluctant.â
âI thought you wanted a child with me.â
âYes, I do. But I donât want to do it like Iâm catching up on my work. Itâs an act of sharing love.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âIsnât it?
âYes, it isâ¦â
I didnât expect this from a wild man who had subjugated half the continent to his land. I expected him to be colder, to be drunk with blood and tears, and to have his way with women.
I felt a little unaccustomed to the normal, healthy way of thinking that came out of his mouth.
âUsphere, Iâll do the wedding night when youâre up for it.â
âWhat do you mean when I want to? Thatâsâ¦.â
âIâve heard that the North stresses chastity in its women, but Iâm not. Night love is meaningful only if you want to.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âI have no desire to force a woman to do something if she doesnât want to from the start. Just because I come from slavery doesnât mean Iâm a scoundrel. Just say it. Would you want to be held by a man you met for the first time today?â
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âYou can answer honestly.â
I hesitated and shook my head slightly.
The truth was, for me, the longer I delayed my night duty, the longer it would take him to discover my infertility.
It was good, but I was feeling rather bewildered. Nobles and royalty usually have political marriages. Often, like me, they saw their groom for the first time on their wedding day.
Thatâs how everyone spends their time. Thatâs how I was going to live my life. A loveless marriage is commonplace.
This man, however, was different. He wanted to spend our time together like it was not a strategic arrangement.
âI knew you didnât want to do it. Iâll be waiting for you, but I donât know how long I can wait.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âLetâs do them one by one. When we arrive at the Imperial Palace, I intend to perform the wedding properly. Today was just a procedure to obtain the legal relationship of husband and wife.â
âThank you for your consideration.â
âI just donât want you to end up like the old tradition of the royal or the nobles.â
I heard that the Kwanach had broken all the falsehoods and pretensions of the old days. However, wasnât this political marriage proposed by him first?
How could a conquering king create a new movement for people when he himself didnât follow the path he set? It was hard to understand him. What was he going to do with me?
I asked carefully.
âWhat exactly do you want from me?â
âDidnât I tell you?â
âIâm sorry, butâ¦â¦.â
âDonât use the word âsorryâ. Am I your boss?â
He wasnât my superior, but that didnât mean I should treat him casually. I gently bit the thin flesh at the back of my mouth before continuing with my words again.
ââ¦â¦ I was distant from female activity since I was a child. Iâve never had tea parties with women my age. I donât know how to treat my husband, and Iâm not a kind person.â
âIâm glad to hear that. Iâm not sure about those things myself. Iâve only been on the battlefield.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âYou asked me what I wanted. I donât want you to act like you do now. Donât be overly polite and donât treat me like Iâm in trouble.â
Kwanachâs lips twisted.
âYouâre born royalty, it must be a difficult request for you. I donât even want you to treat me kindly. Yes, I understand. You were forced and compelled to marry me.â
No, I really wanted to marry him. I had been waiting for this day with years of anxiety. Of course, it was for political purposes, not because I wanted the man Kwanach himselfâ¦â¦.
Wasnât it the same with Kwanach?
âI am also aware that a woman like you would never like me.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âBut at least pretend to love me. Iâll do the same.â