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

"It has been decided to send one queen out of our house. Berta, will you go to the rear house?"

My father summoned me and told me to go straight in.

That was nothing more than a blue sky thunderbolt.

The story of whether a queen would finally be born from the Kasha clan had been out for several years, and the people of the clan, starting with my father, were more than willing to get on with it.

What surprised Berta was that it was herself who was nominated.

Compared to her half-sisters, Berta is at an unmarried age. I didn't suspect until today that I would remain in the realm and support the house until my younger brother, who was still young, began to inherit after my father.

"Why me?

"Well, don't say that. This is an official interview from His Majesty the King. I can't even say no in one place."

"That's not what I'm talking about. Younger and prettier sisters than me would be the right place to go if you were to get into the backyard. I don't think you're the right lady for me."

I think of the faces of my lovely half-sisters. I don't even think choosing Berta over those kids is an extraction of my father's creed for proper material.

"You're a pretty girl to me, too."

"Ha. Thank you, Father. But I'm talking objective."

Regardless of how many side rooms my father has, he exceptionally loves the First Lady, Berta's biological mother. So I also treat Berta, which is very similar to my biological mother, like a bead in my hand, but the Berta of Brunette, all tall and lean, with a strong habit, did not fit the conditions of the beauty of this country from anywhere.

When Berta recieved with self-infliction, his father changed his expression.

Apparently, it's a serious story.

"Objectively, I want you to go."

"You think it doesn't matter if you're young or beautiful to be a queen? Your father is the queen to be sent out of Kasha, do you not intend to grant His Majesty the King's petition?

Berta also stops loathing and listens back seriously.

It turned out to be a way of saying no more body or lid, but I can't care less about that. What you're about to decide now is an important part of your life.

"Exactly. I don't care who I send in the first place. The king wants to welcome the Queen of the Petra to the royal family politically."

The great aristocrats of the King's capital, including the royal family, abhor the emerging aristocrats like Kasha.

The Kasha clan is the great lord who holds down the city where the deal is based. It is believed that its substantial power extends even to the Duke's family. Still, according to the nobility of the Wang capital, Kasha and others are the rise of native merchants.

"How long has it been since our 'First Nations' grew? It's been a hundred years since Kasha was a merchant. It's already the limit for the remaining nobles to be prestigious. How can it not be royal to continue to ignore the Petra, who make up the majority of the people"

I'm getting a headache. Is Berta about to be sent to the royal palace, the capital of Wang, which is so ancient and so complex with a sense of discrimination that it is only listened to?

"The queen to be sent out of Kasha is determined by the coordination between the factions of the King's capital to receive the second queen after the righteous queen. For the first time in the history of this royal family, you are the bride who enters the royal family from the native Petra. Berta."

In other words, at this moment it was established that Berta would be a woman who would make a name for herself in history, whether she wanted it or not.

"This role is just too heavy for my daughters other than you"

"... it must be"

I'd say it's really too heavy for Berta, but the insistence that I've been raised as a clan maiden has made me think of it. Berta is self-reflecting that this kind of understatement is a loss of character.

"Don't be dramatic, you don't have to do anything. All you have to do is punch a fabric called you into the rear palace, and the power structure in the outer morning moves even if you don't like it. Just one queen will work for a hundred good diplomats."

"That 'do nothing' would be the hardest part. You know what I'm saying, Father. I tell you to be a bad girl who breaks into the midst of a completely heterogeneous, friendly king and his wife."

How hard it is to live a life that appears to be 'doing nothing' against the righteous nobleman's origins, His Majesty's mistresses, the King of color lovers.

This is too much of a responsibility to be borne solely by the women of the clan. The blood of a distant ancestral merchant, flowing in Berta, is making noise about plugging the negotiations.

"Father. I have one suggestion for the terms of accepting this story."

Berta had a personality that wouldn't happen for free if she fell.