34 [32] Outside the Palace

The place to settle was that out-of-house.

Where I first met her at a young age.

Wanting to make her crying cousin princess laugh, Harold took her out to play. I thought the smiling face would surely be adorable.

"I miss you. Hey, Harold."

The snow that kept falling sparsely stains the garden of the outhouse. Marguerite stood alone in that view.

That's what I say and laugh at Harold. She was her when she had a tender smile.

The army surrounded it outside. The control of the conservative private soldiers who were in the palace has also been largely completed, and the mastermind, who was the Lord, has been captured.

Given the diplomatic aftermath, some aristocrats are ostensibly disposed of and hard.

Count Smurl and his clan were going to let the Otto clan's key figures "die in action" here in the skirmish as they were going to be captured alive for a show-off extreme sentence.

If we take him back alive, Otto's main house in other countries will turn their hands and get stuffy again.

The Otto Principal had also been tied up for the first time after being struck with rope in the outer palace earlier. He was being beaten and unconscious by a soldier when he saw Harold, as he began to rant unbearably about listening.

Only Marguerite, the righteous queen, could put a hand on its body as the spirited detached palace, built for the purpose of sheltering and quieting the royal family, became a rough place. If it comes to the conclusion that the queen was only kidnapped and accompanied, it would be more sinful to detain her.

It was like those around her were watching far away from home for her to leave in the garden alone and fluttering away.

When Harold arrived on the spot and found her in the garden, Marguerite was treading on the snow in light footsteps as if she were even taking a walk.

"Do you remember? I ran around with you in these woods. I was pissed off by the caregiver, but it was fun too."

Harold controls the movement of the escorts that surround him far-flung.

I took my time with her and thought this would be the last opportunity for us to talk alone.

"Marguerite. Do you understand the situation?

Ask calmly, taking care not to be dragged by her.

To Harold like that, Marguerite frowned a little.

"That's right. Adrianne got sick. We need to get back to the country as soon as possible to help her."

"There's no need for that. You can't go home."

"Why not? Harold, Adrianne is your..."

Harold wanted to see how insane she was.

The aristocrats who used Marguerite would have handled this look of her conveniently, but what about her personality at heart?

Is it really too late? Or not yet.

"Marguerite. Adrianne would be the lady you loved. Do you think it's all right if I don't open a petition from you about the sin I put on that samurai?

I remember Adrianne very well. Even in Harold's bedroom, that samurai called the name of Marguerite, her husband.

Nevertheless, Harold did not know if this handshake was effective against Marguerite.

It is natural for the surrounding human being to fu to herself, and she is a biological princess from the moment she was born.

"Adrianne will bear your child."

"The stage has passed where we can pretend not to see reality. If you respond to the discussion, I'll take care of it, and if you don't keep coming back, I'll take care of everything for you."

Harold kept staring at her.

Marguerite was beautiful throughout this period. Her face, a little reddish in the cold and well blooded, reminds me of the shadows she had when she was just a girl.

Just that gaze in the open ocean. Behind those eyes seeps the indescribable fatigue caused by age. The original girlfriend shows an unlike darkness.

"Please. Marguerite."

What can you end with her pretending to know nothing?

That's close to Harold's selfish wish. On the other hand, the identification of the person who had to remain surrounded by the royal family was also a necessary procedure.

Marguerite turned her gaze to the sparsely snowy garden and did so for a while and remained silent.

A small, squeezing voice trembles in her throat.

"... you're a terrible person. Harold."

Words that can be taken regardless.

Just Harold took this as her confession.

"What do you want me to do? What should I have done for you?"

Marguerite's narrative is calm, and that makes it extra, reminiscent of the length of her distress time.

"Hey, I don't want to see it. I don't want to see that kid grow up."

In the society of the Continental Centre, the duty of the noble woman is only one thing: to bear the trace of a house.

They repeat their pregnancy and childbirth with that, too blue blood imperfect body, and in an attempt to repeat how many miscarriages, only one healthy boy should remain. Sometimes even one loses one's life at the puerperium.

Marguerite's fate is no longer the same.

"I worked hard, a lot. I tried my best."

"I know. I know."

"... have you ever thought about what it would have been like if the children who died between me and you had grown up alive? I don't have a day to think about it."

That was close to a ban for years between Harold and Marguerite.

Harold shuts up. I didn't think I shared as much of a real feeling as my mother faced that misfortune.

"Yet you are. I couldn't even get the side chamber pregnant as one person, and yet I let her have that child, and I blasphemed our ancestors."

Shortly after Louis was born, she tried once to accept its existence.

But again, her madness probably began there, beaten by the blood of Louis, whom she had witnessed, by blood different from their own flowing in him.

"That brunette child will grow more and more like you! More and more horrible things are going to happen. All those precious memories of that child with you, they fill your own worth in black. Hey, do you have my place in such a royal palace?

She couldn't stand the fact that Louis was just one Harold direct line boy.

Maybe he did believe in the miserable, sweet fantasy that conservatives showed Marguerite like that at first.

"I've been happy ever since I first met you in this outhouse. But I shouldn't have come to this country.... like this, country. I don't care about everything anymore."

But to see how she is, it's not the wind that I just woke her up.

Perhaps in person, at some stage too, noticed the intent of the surrounding human being. I think of her mood on a winless farce after realizing it.

"Harold. You said you'd respond to the discussion."

"Oh."

I remember Marguerite's expression as spectacular as giving up everything, and Harold had a hunch ahead.

"Return me to my country. If you can't... kill me as a sinner here. with your hands."

Her doctrine prohibits suicide and divorce.

Not to mention for the queen and the woman who grew up as much as possible, the nullified marriage statement Harold was about to come out of, or perhaps a more harsh humiliation than death.

"As your wife, I want to die the right way."

From facing her, the price Harold kept turning away is too great.

But here, I couldn't accept her chosen answer.

"- It's a consultation I can't do either. Marguerite."

Sooner than Marguerite rounds her eyes and says something, Harold hangs on.

"Do you understand the gravity of the sins you have committed? I fomented unrest because of my personal feelings, and I was part of a plot that could shake the nation."

"Is that a heavier sin than my life?"

"It's not as light as human life trying to make that time of year for God to decide for himself!

Don't give her an excuse for legitimate death.

I can't forgive her for trying to commit a slow suicide.

"Hey, don't run away from me, Marguerite. You should not have tried to turn away from your life no matter how hard it was. [M] You've always been the queen of this country, and you were right."

Harold is overwhelmed by the impact of letting Marguerite "die accidentally" here. The way she came out of her native country was always inconsistent, depending on the mood of the example incompetent king, or on the policies of the prime minister, who at that time was shaping politics.

If you let him die, he may rebuke Harold for giving the queen a miserable death and stir up national sentiment. On the other hand, however, keeping Marguerite alive and in seclusion could trigger diplomatic problems until later.

"... stay alive. Marguerite, I want you to do your whole life without turning away from reality. Will you live in peace in a place where no one will harm you, free from the Queen's duty?"

It is difficult to fully predict the fate of the problems involving a huge number of human beings.

Harold wanted to prioritize his own will if he didn't know how to eventually fall no matter what he chose. Even if that's not what she wants most.

"It's hard to watch you change."

"I know. I'm not asking you to forgive me for putting you on a different path. I don't want anything more harsh from you."

"... I may one day try to kill your precious girl."

Marguerite also said so to shake Harold from the bottom of the dark.

"I am not a sweet king enough to forgive such a plot"

I don't let my emotions let me loose my surveillance hand. I was ready to continue to protect Marguerite from both within and outside, surrounded and cherished for a long time to come.

If she says it's punishment to live and keep looking at the fate of this country, Harold will punish her.

"Hey. You're not killing me, really"

Even as Marguerite's gaze moistened with tears twisted, Harold did not make it slight. That's how I waited for her to slowly accept the status quo.

"You're saying goodbye. Harold."

For Marguerite's sake, Harold was wearing nerves to make her convincing choice of words.

"You don't do what I want, you just push your own convenience to do this to me."

"Oh."

"... once in a while, will you come see me? Don't throw me away."

"For surveillance."

I knew that approaching her in the future in more ways than that would no longer be for me or for her. And the feeling will also be in Marguerite.

The honeymoon between the two is over.

It was a relationship that was supposed to last a lifetime with her. Harold didn't even think about it until a while ago when he was going to admit it was over here.

"I know. Harold, you take a new path. With people I don't understand."

Once again, Marguerite laughed like she was exhausted.

"I'll accept your point. Listen to everything you say.... so instead, just ask me one favor instead of me being alive"

"... say it"

What does she want over this period?

"Please forgive Adrianne. He's a sweet kid, he's a poor kid. It was all for me."

That was a demanding category.

In view of the situation, it is a reasonable way to commute the sentence by starting and ending the samurai as the main offender and taking Marguerite to the stream that she was being deceived by it.

I want to get some conservative pus out about this one, and if I forgive the samurai who cheated on my pregnancy and decide, for example, that my pregnancy was a fact, I won't be able to bring the conservative main culprit to justice.

"Please, Harold. If Adrianne dies because of me, that's not much. You are a kind man. If you don't do that, make me believe it."

Will helping Adrianne take that life take effect as a hostage against her?

Marguerite's sincerity could not be grasped and it was a painful discernment. Is there anything sincere about her in the first place? I don't even think I'm as completely sane as I once was in a floating, intense state of manic depression.

"... Stand up, I shall have lost my life in this outhouse"

"Harold!"

For the first time that day, she saw the color in her eyes like she had been saved.

"The maid named Adrianne is dead. Even if you change your name and put it by your side, if someone tries to exploit that fact or you sin yourself, this time I will definitely dispose of that maid first"

"Yeah, yeah."

I cannot stand out and forgive you. Keeping a person alive, supposedly dead, is dangerous, but when exploring the fallout of this one case, it was thought to be too much and acceptable.

Adrianne was restrained as the main culprit in the outhouse, but her former face was so snappy and thin that she could not see, and her faint abdomen was puffy and swollen in such an unnatural way that the calculation of her age was not appropriate. I'll have the doctor check it out later, but it's probably a form of imaginary pregnancy.

"Thanks"

If Marguerite's heart calms down enough to save the samurai and she can live in peace with her trustworthy side, that's fine. Harold also doesn't have to keep feeling strong guilt about her.

"Enough talking?

"Yes."

Harold signaled with one hand up against an escort who would refrain from surrounding him.

The escorts move out immediately, and now it's time to put their hands on Marguerite's body and capture him.

She accepted restraint, seemingly magically, at the end of a woman who was at the top of this country.