Portrait of Queen Berta: I accidentally got pregnant with His Majesty’s child

At the time of Nina's marriage, Berta was originally worried that leaving Nina alone would be useless.

Nina is naturally not familiar with the culture of the south, nor are the servants who work for Leandro's family familiar with the culture of the central and northern nobles.

To make this marriage smooth, yet effective, Berta originally wanted Nina to know who she was working for.

But...

"Felipa?"

"... yeah"

However, it was an idea to assume that she was an old maid who was already married to people in the south, or at most a candidate per junior servant.

However, it was Felipa who strongly recommended it, knowing that Berta thought so.

"... my goodness."

Being volunteered, Berta was in trouble.

To be honest, I didn't expect Felipa to be assigned to this role.

Felipa was not bad by origin, a young maid, and unmarried.

The women who serve the royal palace from the special position of the queen's maid come to talk about nature.

Especially in the present day, when Belta's position is being weighted, it was about time that some of the leading aristocracy in the center who wanted to connect with Belta already petitioned for friendship with Belta's maid.

"... so what do we do?"

For now, Lisa is the maid around Berta who seems to be the earliest to get together with the leading house in the middle.Lisa is also Berta's cousin, and she often walks with her, so she sells her face to the nobles.

If Lisa's marriage to the Central Nobility were to come together, the course of the Bertha maids' affair would continue.

As a result, Felipa was in a pretty early position as Lisa's next choice.

"Nothing, because she wants to go with Nina, so there's no other way."

To be honest, it hurts to get Felipa out in the current situation.

However, since he has repeatedly understood the current situation of the royal palace, he has begun to ask for it, so it was unlikely that Berta would be able to force such a maid to remain.

Felipa is more eager to return to the southern cultural zone than to play the role that will be required of her in the centre.There is no point in forcing such a person to remain.

Belta looked around and called Felipa into her private room.

And she said that she agreed to accompany Nina as a maid, that she wanted Nina to be well supported in the future, and that she wanted Nina to assume the fine liaison role between the South and Berta, which she would not be able to bear alone.

Felipa remained silent for a while and nodded back, but she began to cry unbearably along the way.

Belta had no choice but to get up from her chair, take her hand and sit next to Felipa.

Don't cry.

Belta is also in trouble if she cries.

Because it painfully conveys why she is crying and how she feels.

Felipa and I have been together for many years as husband and maid, but she was also one of Berta's friends.Like the other maids of this palace.

The day I came out of the south to King's Landing with anxiety, and the time of my misfortune came together.

"... I can't do that anymore,"

"Don't apologize."

However, Felipa is trying to get away from the position of being close to Belta as she wishes.

I feel guilty about betraying you when I step down as a Belta token.

"Felipa, look, I know why you want to do this."

She certainly wasn't as good a maid as Emma and Lisa, Belta's most trusted.And she was smart and honest enough to realize the bottom of her abilities.

Beyond this, Berta's position will be weighted even more, and then, naturally, the role required of each of her beloved maids will be even heavier.

Then Felipa realized that one day her strength would be at its limit.

That's why she chose to leave the side of Belta before that happened.My own malaise didn't seriously hurt Belta.She was smart and learned nothing more than to draw.

"Belta, ma...."

"Wherever you are and wherever I am, we will remain close friends."

Her journey with Berta will certainly end here once and for all.

Belta had no intention of stopping her legs, nor did she intend to comfort Felipa with the little one about it.

But that didn't ruin everything that had ever existed.

After all, Berta, who was tired of gently forgiving Felipa, quickly decided to silence Felipa.

During the daytime, Berta brings alcohol to the discussion and crushes Felipa drunk.

However, Berta herself bore a considerable price to crush one woman from the south who was strong in land liquor.

That night. When Harold visited Berta's room, he saw Berta sinking in great disturbance of his health due to the influence of the alcoholic beverage during the day, and looked quite rare.

"I was drinking with one of the maids, and I went too far."

Belta added an excuse, holding her head in pain like a crack, thinking that this explanation alone would be too bad for the queen.

"I'm a maid named Felipa. Next time, let me go with Nina in her pocket.... that goodbye. "

Based on Berta's lack of words and the faces of the maids around him, Harold could only guess what was going on.

"I see. So, who won?"

"Of course, it's Mr. Berta."

"Felipa won't be used until the day after tomorrow."

"At the end, she was crying and drinking with Bertha."

The maids also felt that Berta had done this to "betray" Felipa, or softened her attitude visibly towards Felipa.

"I don't know. Felipa cried from the beginning."

Harold smiled bitterly and seemed to have forgiven Berta's childish brutality as a queen.

But when I think calmly, I also feel that the maids' handling is strange.

On a day like tonight, it would have been the right thing to do without Harold in the room for the right reason.

I wonder how long they've come to respond so appropriately to Harold.

"Good night."

"Excuse me."

A sudden headache hit Berta, but Harold seemed to have encouraged the maids to leave.

Belta suddenly stopped moving thinking about whether it was okay to go up next to Harold, who got up on the bed early and lay down in the back.I really want to lie down and rest as early as a second.

But now, really now, it's just a little cooler.I wondered if he was as stunned as he was about Berta tonight.

"I don't drink like this anymore."

A woman in the position of a queen should not lightly indulge in drinking.In that case, Harold remained in a light teasing tone towards Berta, who now realized the most obvious thing before thinking.

"That's what people who drink too much say."

"No... I'm really..."

As he was prompted by his gaze, he went up to his bedside and lay down on the edge as soon as possible, somehow ashamed of himself.He seemed to have been staring at Berta silently for a while.

"I know. Sometimes you need alcohol."

If you keep your heavy head deep in your pillow and just raise your gaze, you'll have a completely normal gentle face.

"Not to mention letting go of the maid I accompanied for a long time."

Only Harold's hand stretched out, wiping off the hair that had fallen in front of Berta's face.

"I envy having a heart that keeps my heart strong like this.You always see such a deep connection around you. [M]I'm sure you want a lot of people on your side because you're so affectionate and honest. "

Belta didn't know how to answer and leaned over to hide her face from him.Otherwise, it was going to quickly get too sentimental and cry.

Berta is not doing as well as he says.In fact, Felipa leaves feeling unable to learn about Berta's way and how to extract and distribute.

Faced with those useless parts of herself, she didn't want to alienate herself from them, and in the end, Berta just ran away to drink and broke up with her friends.

But he also affirms that about Berta, and he stays with me on the worst night of my life.

"Let's go to bed."

I can't answer that because if I try to say something now, I'm sure I'm going to swallow it.You know, Harold didn't ask Berta for an answer, he lay back and closed his eyes.

Belta tried to think about what she had gained in her life with him and the size of her heart, but sometime she fell asleep disturbed by a headache, hindered by her thoughts and feelings of regret.

What makes him so happy about being understood or affirmed is to think slowly in the morning.