The Discarded Bride’s RemarriageーThe Icy Margrave Swears His Loveー – Chapter 6

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔: 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧

Upon arriving at the castle of Margrave HeyerdahlーーTheodore-sama, I received hospitality like I had never experienced in my life before.

I healed my travel-weary body in a medicinal bath, my hair, coated with fragrant oil, was dried with wind created by a magic stone, and all my clothes were newly prepared.

I slept soundly in a private room with a clean bed, and in the morning, there was even a new dress prepared for me.

“Um, I brought my own dress. . .”

To my confusion, an elderly maid smiled warmly.

Her name was Nowariya. She was probably about the same age as Simon.

“The climate here is different from the capital. We won’t force you, but the master has ordered us to prepare clothes suitable for the climate.”

“Theodore-sama. . .?”

“Yes. Why don’t you try it on for today?”

“Well. . . if I may indulge. . .”

With a bright and easy-to-understand smile, Nowariya cheerfully helped me dress.

The traditional Heyerdahl blouse, skirt, vest, stole, and decorative apron were all different from the dresses that tightly fit the body with stiff fabric. There was hardly any tightness in Heyerdahl’s clothes. Yet, my face reflected in the mirror looked smaller, and my waist looked slimmer. Was it the effect of the vivid embroidery, or the color?

“It suits you very well. It brings out the color of your chestnut hair and your soft blue eyes.”

She then beautifully braided my hair.

It was a style where a complex braid was loosely hung to the side.

After breakfast, I was to meet with Theodore-sama in the drawing room.

When I arrived, Theodore-sama was already sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed. The morning light streaming in from the window made his silver hair and long eyelashes shine. His beauty was so stunning that I couldn’t help but admire him.

Theodore-sama looked at me and smiled faintly.

“Beautiful. It looks like you’ve been wearing it for a long time.”

Being praised so directly for the first time, my cheeks grew hot. I wanted to ask if it wasn’t too flashy, but I could only swallow in front of his straightforward words.

“Um. . . I’m just a tutor, and I’m grateful for all this.”

“You are Lord Maclouge’s precious daughter, no amount of courtesy would be enough. Even if that weren’t the case. . . Seeing a beautiful woman like you dressed up is dazzling and pleasing to my eyes.”

“. . .Really. . .”

Even when he spoke such flippant words, he was dignified and not at all insincere.

(If my ex-husband said the same thing, it would probably sound trivial)

Shaking off the unpleasant face that came to mind, I sat on the sofa facing him.

“Now, what should I talk to you about firstーー.”

While savoring the sweet tea, Theodore-sama explained to me about the Margrave Heyerdahl territory and about himself, breaking it down carefully.

ーーMargrave Theodore Heyerdahl is 25 years old this year. At 18, he inherited the title from his father, the previous Margrave, and has since been protecting the Margrave’s territory with the vassals he inherited from his predecessor.

His connection with my father dates back seven years, to when we were invaded by a neighboring country.

“It was right after I became the new lord, seven years ago. We were invaded at the border, taking advantage of the death of my predecessor, my father. They probably thought they could expect some territorial expansion against a greenhorn lord. As they expected, I had a hard time getting my house in order. . . But the one who helped me then was Lord Maclouge.”

He looked into the distance, his eyes falling on the surface of his tea.

His eyes were filled with nostalgic respect.

“Your fatherーーCount Maclouge, as a lord who owned the same magic stone mine, pleaded for the importance of the Margrave Heyerdahl territory, which was being underestimated at the royal palace at the time. I heard that he even crawled before His Majesty the King to explain the necessity of helping us.”

“My father. . . did such a thing. . .”

Seven years ago, my father was already being eaten away by illness. It must have been very hard for him to even go to the royal palace.

“At that time, I was still a child who had never left the territory. My father was not the type to bring work matters into the mansion. . . That’s why I didn’t know about the connection with my father.”

“Yes. So if the situation had been different, . . .”

Just as he was about to say something, the voices of children could be heard from the other side of the corridor.

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