Chapter 12
Political Marriage With a Friendly Enemy
Pretend to love.
For a while, I stared at Kwanach in silence. In the previous life, his army had invaded and trampled this land. He was Achaiaâs sworn enemy.
But looking at him now, I didnât feel any great hatred or vengeance. Perhaps itâs because it hasnât happened yet in this life, and because I now have a more vivid object of hatred than Kwanach.
Diaquit Catatel. In effect, my brother was the culprit. My death and the war were all triggered by his dirty greed.
But that didnât mean I could pretend to love him easily.
Moreoverâ¦
What is love in the first place? I didnât know.
Kwanach stared at me with his lips tightly closed. His jaw was tightened and his body was rigid.
âWhy? You donât like it?â
Kwanach said in a voice that was at once crude and gentle, the opposite of what I wanted.
If I was a noblewoman dreaming of love, I probably would have been possessed by Kwanach. He was a rather rough but charming man. What woman could bear not to fall in love with him?
The problem was that I was an exceptional woman who did not fall into the âanyâ category. I didnât care about love, whether itâs before or after regression.
I was an unusual woman, a woman who had experienced death.
I never had love in mind. It was a very distant feeling from me. Usphere Catateladon and love doesnât go together like water and oil.
âUsphere.â
ââ¦â¦Yes.â
âI know you had to do the difficult thing that not only married a slave but now that slave demanded something else from you.â
I shook my shoulders and tried to deny it, but Kwanachâs words were faster.
âI canât help it if youâre unhappy. Weâre already married, and I intend to get along with you.â
âItâs not that Iâm unhappy. Youâre more than good enough for me. Itâs not your problem, itâs mine. Itâs just that I feel awkwardâ¦â¦.â
âThen youâll just have to get used to it.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âGive me your hand.â
Kwanach held out his callused hand to me. His hand was big enough to cover my entire hand. His fingers were long and thick with knots.
âWhat do you want to do with my handâ¦?â
âPlease.â
Kwanach grabbed my right hand with a snap as I hesitated. His hand was hot. So hot that I suspected it might be human body heat.
âLetâs go like this until the carriage stops.â
âDo you mean to keep holding hands?â
âCan I ?â
âThereâs nothing you canât doâ¦â¦â
It wasnât unusual for a husband and wife to hold hands. But it was embarrassing and uncomfortable. We wouldnât be able to move our hands probably and they would get sweaty. It was something that only children would do.
A burning sensation suddenly struck my face. Even though I thought this was strange for a 24 year old couple to do this, I was struck by a sense of deja vu.
My parents always held hands wherever they went. Their marriage also started out as a political marriage, but they became deeply in love with each other.
Did Kwanach want to have that kind of relationship? Why was it? Why would he want to do that with me?
I didnât understand. However, I understood that my father was in love with my mother. She was reputed to be the most beautiful princess in the North at the time.
I lost my mother when I was very young, and my memory was fuzzy, but the thought of her always warms my heart. She was gentle, laughed a lot, and soft. She was also very charming. She was just like a beautiful princess in a fairy tale.
Compared to her, how am I? I didnât want to speak ill of myself, but I was not the ideal princess.
I had a cold face and an awkward smile. I barely smiled. In my previous life, everyone said I was gloomy, but in this life, Iâve become more powerful and everyone has been hospitable to me.
Besides, I was also quite distant from the southern beauties. I was told that Southerners like women with sensual bodies, seductive and charming.
âItâs the sixth senseâ¦â¦â
I couldnât help but glance down at my chest and hastily turned my eyes over the carriage window.
âIf I were a man, I wouldnât like a woman like me.â
Kwanach held my hand silently. The rough, hot skin kept my hand completely wrapped around his.
It was tight and I wanted to wriggle with my fingers, but I ended up letting it go. I couldnât help but feel embarrassed and reluctant to stimulate Kwanachâs skin that was touching mine.
Kwanach stared at me as I turned my head and unexpectedly opened his mouth.
âYou have very small hands.â
âItâs because your hands are too big.â
âNo. You are too small and thin. Itâs not just your hands, but your whole body. Iâm afraid that if I grab you hard, you might break. Letâs go to the Imperial Palace and make healthy food. Youâll gain some weight.â
As expected, I looked unattractive in the eyes of a southern man.
In fact, I was sickly in my previous life. I never went out for a walk and stayed in my room, so it was only natural.
After that, I decided to take care of my body, so I ate well and went for walks in the sunshine every day. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I was now in the healthiest moment of my life.
But it didnât seem so to Kwanachâs eyes. Perhaps itâs my advantage to pretend for a while that I was too weak to have children.
âYes. In fact, Iâve been sick since I was a childâ¦.â
My throat tingled as I tried to tell a lie.
âAs expected.â
Kwanachâs face wrinkled and exhaled roughly.
âI will instruct the Imperial Palace to take exceptional care of your health.â
I nodded and passed Kwanachâs gaze. A hot dampness rose in my hand.
I constantly checked the scenery of the road through the carriage window, trying not to be aware of it. And so I waited for the moment when I would approach the birch tree that I was a ghost for three years.
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âOhâ¦.â
We passed the place where I died without incident. I didnât even see a single stray cat passing by, let alone the assassination attempt.
A sense of relief and bitterness washed over me at the same time. This gave a little more strength to my assumption that Diaquit was the real killer of me in my previous life.
He killed me once. There was no guarantee that he wouldnât betray me again this time and forever.
Diaquit felt inferior to me and treated me like a pain in the neck. At any moment, he may change suddenly and turn on me.
As the clattering carriage passed by, I turned my gaze to the landscape. Now, a time Iâve never experienced was waiting for me. A time I couldnât enjoy in my previous life.
âWhatâs the matter? You look a little pale.â
My face seemed to stiffen involuntarily.
He pulled my hand toward him with all his strength. There was nothing I could do but lean my entire body against his.
âPlease roll up the veil.â
ââ¦â¦ No, Iâm fine.â
I was just indulging in useless sentimentality.
âHurry up.â
When Kwanach lowered his voice and said solemnly, I could not refuse. I hesitated, then surreptitiously removed my veil and placed it to the side.
Kwanach looked at my face with a boiling gaze.
âAre you in pain? We can stop the carriage and get some rest before continuing.â
âNo, Iâm just a little tired, thatâs all.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âI got up early this morning to get ready for the wedding.â
I forced myself to sneak a smile to show that I was really okay. The muscles around my mouth stiffened a little as I tried to make a smile on the smileless face.
I regretted it as soon as I smiled, because Kwanachâs expression hardened even more.
Was it possible that my awkward smile had the opposite effect?
âNo, thank you very much, butâ¦â¦.â
I mumbled in a small voice as I looked at his face.
Kwanach touched my forehead with his other hand and sighed heavily.
âI was not thinking clearly. I didnât think about your health. I should have made a schedule for you who are weak. But I was impatient.â
I had to pretend to be weak, so I couldnât blame him.
âGet some sleep. Lie down.â
âNo, Iâm not sleepy.â
Even though we were married, how could I lie down and sleep comfortably in front of a man I had never met before. It wasnât easy to be alone with Kwanach in such a small space.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIt would be better:to arrive early, rather than biding our time on the road trying to make slow progress. You mentioned that weâll have to transfer to a ship at the port.â
Kwanach frowned for a moment, but quickly nodded as if I was right. He pushed open the window and shouted out.
âGo faster!â
âYes, Your Majesty!
The carriage began to rattle forward as horseman shouted back.
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I looked out the window at the scenery. Dark blue seawater and big sailing ships.
After a full day, we arrived at a nearby border shore. It was after midnight. An imperial sailing ship was tied up in the harbor, waiting for us.
Kwanach, who got out of the carriage first, extended his hand toward me and said,
âCome.â
It wasnât so unfamiliar to hold that manâs hand now, because we held hands the whole time we were in the carriage.
I couldnât take it anymore, so I said,
âKwanach, I canât even remember the shape of my hand. Now that youâre familiar with it, can you please let go of my hand for a momentâ¦?â
Kwanach grumbled and let go of my hand. In a way, Kwanachâs attempt to âget me used to itâ was a resounding success.
I grabbed his stone-hard palm fairly well and stepped out of the carriage.
The damp soil peculiar to the vicinity of the port touched the soles of my shoes. The knights lit up the darkness of the night sea with their lamps.
I let go of Kwanachâs hand and tried to stand alone, but I felt dizzy in a flash.
âUghâ¦â
Suddenly everything spinned around me around and I felt nauseous. The motion sickness throughout the carriage seemed to have put a strain on my body.
When I stumbled, Kwanach was startled and grabbed my arm. My forearm fits completely in his large hand.
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