107 [40] Winter Day

A few days later, the first snow of the year accumulated in the new king's capital.

Again this year, it was a very cold winter.

In the snowy Wawella, it was no longer a prerequisite for the spring ceremony.

Even so, there was one case of monks, and in the end, Sergio and several other officials received a light course called a salary reduction.

That noticeable way of doing things without snow would have had to be refrained from for a while.

According to later reports, the monks who sat down that day and gave up their abandonment were caught in the city and sentenced to prison.

Nevertheless, Harold set aside his disposition of the monks once.

Those monks are still in captivity, but the majority of them were of the opinion that the royal palace would have avoided a punishment that was too heavy for the time being.

It was said that they might keep him in prison as a precaution until the reclassification ceremony of Tachidao at the beginning of the year was over, but afterwards, there would be no particular problem and he would go to a minor department.

Isn't that reassuring? As long as you don't realize this and accidentally die in prison, you can calm down in the royal palace and prepare for spring.

"Mother! Yuki!"

Only Louis was in a very good mood in the royal palace, where some of the functions were suspended due to the snow.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

He runs cheerfully around the snow-capped courtyard with his dog.

"Yuki, yuki!"

"Prince, let's have a snowball match."

The snow players for the able-bodied children were left to the chilly ladies and Count Schulde.

Belta dresses herself in warm clothes and spends time watching Louis play through windows where she can see the courtyard.

The winter I spent in King's Landing in the first few years was as unfamiliar with the cold as ever.

"We'll get rid of the shrouding together!"

"Eh! It's me... okay, prince, if I hit a snowball, the prince will win."

Louis, who rolled around in the snow laughing loudly, often lacked the focus of the snowball battle and waved his hand toward the indoor belta.

Belta also turned her hand to Louis outside and rushed the hot water and blanket to warm up after Louis was satisfied with the snow play.

Eventually, the girls cut up Louis before he got tired of playing.

I can't wait for the prince to catch a cold.

"No, no, no! Much more."

I'll see you tomorrow.

"The weather is getting worse again."

Louis, who dyed his tiny cheeks brightly red, wasted them, but the maids were really handy dressing the cold snow-dyed chills and rattling hands and feet.

By the time Louis was completely wrapped in a blanket and placed a little in front of the fireplace, it was completely covered in snow.

The snow-covered sky was heavy, and it was as dark as the evening even though it was noon outside the window.

Someone may bring a light a little later.

The fireplace was burning with flames that lit the dark room orange.

It was Louis who was warming up with his hands and feet in front of the fireplace for a while, but he invited me to remember Berta.

"And your mother."

Louis squeezed Milco, a dog who was also warming up in front of the fireplace, and made a seat for Berta in front of the fireplace.

Mirko looks annoying and shakes his tail full and loosely.

"Is your mother on fire?"

I don't know what Louis came up with, but Belta sat quietly next to the dog, thinking he'd do exactly what he said.

As soon as Louis climbed onto her mother's lap and sat down, he lifted her hands and put them against the fireplace like he had done the other day.

"Mother is not good at sawing."

It is a good thing to take care of yourself, even though I am more wet and trembling in the snow.

Belta was somehow sexually attracted to love and hugged Louis from her back as she sat on her lap.

The fireplace that came into contact with my face was also warm, and the presence of toddlers who were moving around in their arms was warm.

Otherwise, it makes Belta feel special that the two of us stay together and spend such a cold day together.

"It was warmer where your mother grew up than here."

It's kind of troublesome to think about all sorts of things already, and I want to spend the whole time with Louis.

When it stopped snowing, Belta sank in such a lukewarm thought that she would have to run around with it again.

He now occupies most of Berta's heart, thanks to his small existence, which he did not have in the world just a few years ago.

Louis looked up at Berta's face directly above him and tilted his neck without knowing the feeling.

"Wasn't your mother here?"

That's right.

Phew

I brush and stroke Louis' hair, which has grown slightly recently.

"Did you come from Vegas?And your father? "

"Yes, your father was here."

Harold didn't grow up here in Vauela, but compared to the south, the old capital, Dalago, is just ahead of his eyes and nose.

Louis rounded his crushed eyes and punctuated his lips.

For him, it might have been a little hard to imagine that his father and mother had been born and raised in separate places and walked at different times.

"Mother grew up in a warmer place than here and came to King's Landing to marry her father."

Berta smiles bitterly.

Louis will not remember, but for about a year after he was born, Harold and their mother and child were completely immersed in negotiations.

The time spent with him seems long and short, but it's only natural for Louis to have both parents with him.

"Why did your mother hang out with your father?"

Louis also seemed to know the concept of marriage.

The pure question of the toddler troubled Berta.

Because my father told me, I'm not asking for an explanation about the power relationship between the south and the royal family.

... what kind of response do children expect from their parents at times like this?

He turned his gaze to Belta, who had unexpectedly and seriously made his eyes swim, and a dog lying on his side was stunned.

How are you?

Louis turned around and sat back on his lap facing Belta.

Even with his deep blue eyes and his increasingly rough face, I still feel unfamiliar with seeing him occasionally every day.

"Because it was fate."

He was the son of Berta and Harold.

Belta herself felt that there was no other answer.

"That's what God has decided."

God knows nothing, and he thinks so on his own.

The word fate gives a very convenient reason for a given event that cannot be moved by the power of an individual.

That Berta grew up as Kasha's wedded daughter.Harold is the monarch who stands behind the royal family in the age of confusion.And Louis lived in the world as those two children.

Such facts simply do not waver anymore.

That's why Berta feels calm even on such a winter day.

Whether you're talking to Harold a little bit, or you're confused by each other's values.Even if he doesn't listen to Berta sometimes.

Still, I will continue to live with him and Louis.Inspired by such familiar daily routines, it may not actually be more difficult than I had imagined.

So Berta knew that Harold was not in the royal palace right now and where he was going, but she decided not to say anything about it.

However, when I heard that, one of the reasons why he suddenly peeked at his temperamental face lately seemed strangely emotional.

It was about him and her that Berta didn't know and shouldn't have known.