13 gossip: who's the villain

I can still remember the day I first met him like I did yesterday.

I left my fatherland's parents when I was a girl who didn't even go at the end of the year and traveled to this country.

He was engaged to Harold because of his decision to become the future Crown Princess.

I was anxious.

At that time the king was Marguerite's maternal uncle, and his husband, Prince Wang, was his cousin of the same age, but still never met him.

I was afraid of strange lands, and I was told that the country Marguerite was to marry was a savage country closer to the brink of war than her homeland.

From the southern seas, different peoples attacked, and there was war until the days of my grandparents.

A people named Petra in the South lost a lot of their lives in a dispute between the royal family and different peoples, so the Petra still resent the royal family.

Since Marguerite's engagement was decided, the story of that country, told by her mother, who was opposed to that engagement, had planted a strong fear in her young heart.

My mother objected to the engagement until the end, and cursed nasty about Harold with her mistress's son, never once admitting she was her own nephew.

"Why should I let my daughter, who is so beautiful and defenceless, be daughter-in-law to the common-law style my brother made his mistress give birth to? Poor Marguerite, forgive my helpless mother. '

To not see my mother again, to not be able to return to my country, to finally be abandoned by my mother. Everything was sad, and Marguerite cried every day in the carriage of travel.

"You're Marguerite? We're cousins, but we don't look alike."

Harold had visited the royal palace near the border with only a modest offering with patience.

And Marguerite's mood was approximated, and he was at the bottom of the line that he was allowed to go away.

'Hey, you're going to be my playmate! What do you like? Tree climbing or chess?

At the time he was still a boy with long hair, luxurious body lines and just confused with a beautiful girl. Not similar, he seemed to feel, but probably looked like Marguerite and the sisters if he looked around.

As is often the case at that age, Marguerite developed better even at the same age when we met. Marguerite doesn't have a sister, but she felt as though she was being nostalgic and drawn to her by her active sister.

'... not much tree climbing. Oh, but chess would have learned that.'

'Really? Then let's fish! You can catch beautiful fish in the lake behind the palace. "

He was a child who wouldn't listen to people at all.

In the end, the first day Marguerite arrived in this country was accompanied by Harold's play all day. By the time I returned to the outhouse at sunset, my skin had become reddened by the sun, and the samurai screamed.

Harold and I were angry alongside each other, looking softly at each other and thinking about what we'd do and play tomorrow.

For growing up cherished as only one prince in the royal palace, Harold seemed to be causing dissatisfaction with a slightly cramped thought at the time.

For him, the fact that his fiancée's cousin was coming to the royal palace seemed to have the feeling that he could be the closest playmate.

Sorrow gradually faded into Marguerite's mind as she was being taken around with Harold, who enjoyed a small trip of patience.

On the day they first entered the king's capital, all the people of the king's capital packed along the boulevard to see Marguerite, the future king's princess.

Marguerite switched to a carriage without a roof with Harold, dressed in her favorite dress and waved to the folks.

"Look, look! He's the one who will be the queen of the prince!

"How adorable!

"When you two line up, it's like a pair of dolls. I'm sure you'll make a good couple. '

"Our Marguerite! Welcome to our country!

Marguerite had stood before the people as a princess in her own country, but her welcome as the future lady master of the nation was entirely separate.

There is no way that Prince Wang, so liked by the people, is as bad a man as his mother said. Marguerite was so sure.

'Welcome aboard. My niece. Hey, kid, didn't you cause any trouble on the road?

His Majesty the King, his uncle, treated Marguerite as cute as a real daughter, too.

'Yes, Your Majesty. Thanks to you, Harold, we had a great time.'

'That was good. You two are going to be a couple, so you should get along and be with them all the time. Regards about Harold, Marguerite'

Six years after we met, Marguerite and he formally entered into a marriage and became a lifelong companion.

I was happy.

Harold, who was as cute as his sister, grew more and more youthful, gained thoughts, and watched the change closer than anyone else eventually becoming an adult man.

He loved Marguerite first and foremost at every stage of his life, as he pulled Marguerite's hand on the day he first met her. The way she tried to distract herself at all times seemed like a pretty little brother to her.

Clumsy, almost crushed from time to time by the weight of a position to succeed the throne, I lovingly thought of Harold as trying to fulfill his own destiny.

I swore I would cherish the happiness of walking with him as his wife, and beyond.

though. The couple was struck by only one decisive misfortune.

'... why?

Marguerite couldn't play the role she was supposed to play. Every time she repeated abortion and stillbirth, Harold comforted Marguerite with a painful face.

But his kindness was unnecessary, tormenting Marguerite with a loss that could not make him the perfect monarch.

Harold's only flaw loved by the people and so serious about the nation. That only meant his blood was thin.

Marguerite was supposed to make up for what he lacked. If Marguerite gave birth to his son, he also deserves the next throne. If I don't get scolded by neighboring countries just because I'm a commoner anymore, civil strife under the water in the country will surely settle down.

In Marguerite's sense, royalty was what was worshipped by his subordinates and the people. So she had no doubt that some of the local bloody nobles would not worship and fu the king or Marguerite.

I'm sure that's because Harold's not the perfect pedigree. If the blood of the royal family returns thick, surely the local people and the people of the border who still plague the king will also return to me and submit.

"Why? Let me die, Harold, so you can also marry a queen who can have children this time."

'Don't be ridiculous. Please, Marguerite. Swear you'll never do this again! If you die, I will never welcome anyone to my wife again. You're the only mate I've ever had in my life. "

Marguerite, who suddenly tried to fumble and commit suicide, he pulled me off with a whole body of spirits. From doctrine, I did things that would never be tolerated, such as throwing out my own life.

I felt a little distance between Marguerite and Harold for doing that, but still Marguerite didn't give up.

To my beloved Harold, she offered herself a maid. As Queen Wang once did to the former king. The act of being frowned upon by neighbouring countries, but no longer had any other means.

My own maids. Together we chose a daughter who was brought from the northern fatherland, as close to Marguerite's characteristics as possible. You can have as little blood as possible, and you can marry Harold's bastard, a royal daughter of pure blood like Marguerite.

Harold held the samurai as he said, and even when he came to do so, he stayed closest to Marguerite.

He labored Marguerite's body, which he no longer wanted his child to, and less to touch, but when he met him, he always caressed his hair gently and kissed me.

But her God was more cruel than Marguerite thought.

Her samurai finally couldn't have a healthy child, only the moon passed, and when she realized it, Harold raised Petra's daughter by her side.

It also takes the form of a double marriage, such as a second queen.

Marguerite couldn't have admitted it either. I couldn't watch Harold make any more contraindications.

"Why, Harold?"

The black-haired prince born thrust Marguerite into despair.

He can't be recognized as the son of a royal family, what's such a child worth? Still, I want you to love me because I'm your child.

"Oh, poor thing. You're Harold's kid even if you were born like that. How many generations will it take for this child's blood to wash away?"

Though Harold says that he was never a pathetic child when he was born as a common son.

No, Harold. That sin is not your fault.