Chapter 4: In the carriage to the royal castle
“Claire, do you know who our trade partners are?”
“Yes, I do. I’m aware that southern silk is a rare commodity even in my home country, but it’s already being produced in the Baratonia kingdom, correct? They export grain to neighboring countries and directly sell the gold and silver mined from the nearby mountains to a distant country across the sea. Although it’s a small country, it’s renowned for its exceptional artisanal skills, so have you used your profits from selling the fine crafts to purchase silkworms and artisans?”
If you examine maps and the history of each country, you can gain a better understanding of the trade relationships. My father was curious about this, but it all comes down to location.
If the Faithnum Empire were located differently, there might be a country rich in mica, or another country across the sea with abundant pearls, and we could trade those resources for silk and crafts. Unfortunately, my home country is more focused on conquest than trade, and repeated invasions would only lead to the destruction of local cultures.
The Baratonia Kingdom is well-governed, and I believe their independence was a positive outcome.
The other subject nations are small and only consumed by the Faithnum Empire, and it would be a shame to see their unique qualities disappear.
The technology of the Faithnum Empire certainly has its advantages in terms of constructing roads, water systems, public baths, and providing jobs. However, there is a limit to the extent to which it can benefit from it.
Unfortunately, the limit is imposed by the Faithnum Empire itself, for better or for worse.
Oh no, I’ve been talking for too long and didn’t give him a chance to speak. How awkward and unladylike of me, just like my siblings often tease me about. I’m ashamed of myself.
I can feel myself shrinking, my back curving and head hanging low. How could I have acted so rudely towards the crown prince of a victorious nation?
“I’m so sorry…”
“What are you apologizing for?”
I raised my head at the sound of his voice.
He looked taken aback, his eyes wide and the color of a setting sun, but then his gaze softened and he smiled.
(Did he… actually listen to me?)
Did he really pay attention to what I said, despite my unladylike behavior? I was shocked and stared at him in disbelief.
“As I expected, I’m glad you came… We’ve arrived at the castle now. This is your country now, your home, and you are my wife. Let’s wait until you’re more comfortable and familiar with your surroundings before we hold the wedding ceremony.”
“Wow…!”
Beyond the carriage, a magnificent garden stretched out and beyond that stood a castle with multi-storied wings on either side. The ground floor consisted of an outdoor corridor, supported by sturdy stone pillars, intricately carved with elegant designs.
The carriage approached a secluded entrance and passed under the pillars, ensuring that even on a rainy day, one’s attire would remain unsullied.
“What a beautiful castle!” I exclaimed.
“Do you like it? I’ll be happy if you enjoy your room as well. Of course, it’s a separate room, so you can have some privacy.”
I was momentarily taken aback, and then it dawned on me — I had gotten married.
A flush of embarrassment washed over me. His Highness was in trouble… But my confusion was far from over.
