To be honest, Harold didn't have anything in particular to think of a guy like that Oracio who was engaged to Berta.
If he hadn't come to the royal family, surely Berta would have married in this land and lived in that city with that man.
From what I have learned, it is obvious that such a day did not come, which means that another possible future for Harold was out of interest.
However, it was unusual how Berta looked, rarely visible and wolfish, and I felt I had a glimpse of her year-to-year daughterhood, and she was just kind of following me.
"Did you want to marry that man?
However, I realized that what I had heard at the outset of the conversation was overstated from the side of my mouth.
If they answer yes, there's nothing Harold can do for you to Berta.
Harold will take her back to the royal palace even if she can't hear her will and knows she won't stain her will. And will we be spending time together?
Come to think of it, Harold didn't know what he thought of Berta.
I was aware that she hated me and pulled me out because of one incident surrounding my son Louis, but Berta's response was always clerical and muscular. I have never recognized that personal sentiment of good or evil on her part.
As a husband, as one man, I feel like I can't get back on my feet if I'm physiologically disgusted. I know it's on my own to hear it from you here, but I don't want you to be too specific about it.
Berta leaned down with a slightly troubled bare gesture, changing from hitting him with a lot of mouth until earlier, while Harold dug the grave and began to rush on his own.
"I never thought directly about who I wanted to marry or who I didn't want to"
Her hands, behaved on her knees, moved and her fingers tangled between those hands.
"Marriage was what we would do for the duties that were born in Kasha's house. to fulfill their responsibilities by doing the work required of them ahead of their daughter-in-law. … and before, I believed that the responsibility I had to perform lay with this La Marta"
I mean, she herself, too, had accepted Oracio's engagement.
What about that man named Oracio? Would it be possible to deal with Berta from an early age and, like many people on this land, not like her?
"Even shortly after entering His Majesty's rear palace, to be honest, my heart was in my hometown. But I married the royal family and was given Louis without thought. If I hadn't left Kasha's house, I would never have had a baby."
By the birth of Louis, his father and mother changed their destiny greatly.
For Harold, it became his supreme proposition as king to let my son, who was only one mixed race, take over the throne of the next generation.
And Berta, in a way, was shut down on a path other than living as Louis' mother. Tied to an unprecedented chair called the Second Queen, and deprived of her options, she continues to take her feelings for my child to quality.
"Think about Louis, when you think about the future, it hurts like your chest is squeezed. But I'm sure I've never wished I didn't have that kid in my life. I am convinced of my life not to leave her alone in the royal palace."
Her voice was a little sumptuous.
Berta is trying to adapt flexibly to the environment for her biological home and my child. Harold knows how difficult it is for a person educated with political intent from birth to try to embrace change.
"Berta"
Harold's voice calling her has also become a sumptuous and small one.
"Yes."
"I want Louis to be the next king. Not a lonely king, but a stone stone, to the male king of a great power that does not set the sun. I love her. And I thank you for letting me meet her."
Never before have I made a call to those close to me against Berta. This makes me laugh because I pretend to be a couple.
"As a matter of fact, Kasha, how did you take the Tales of the Epic, and they said no"
Harold briefly spoke of his actions on this inspection.
Berta gave Harold one piece of advice after she finished listening to all of his stories.
"I don't know exactly what my father offered His Majesty, but I don't really need to take all of my father's stories. I'm basically a theatrical person, wrapped up in emotional language choices."
Harold faces the fact that that Lord Kasha's strong courtship will be if he makes his real daughter say so.
"It's easy to move my father. Sincerity is not so important. My father moves if he's profitable."
"Utility. Utility."
That's the hardest part, but in the end it is. I said I'm not willing to bet on a weak king and wear mud.
I mean, it's Harold's problem, and I don't need to give up directions just because I didn't get the desired results this time.
"Okay. Thanks."
"I'm not thankful."
"Still, what you tell me about Kasha will be to tighten your own neck"
If Kasha and the royal family are in a collaborative relationship, there is still, potentially, a bud of conflict. In Harold's relationship with the Lord, it seemed invaluable for her to provide advice in Harold's position.
"I am Kasha's daughter, but also the second queen of the royal family."
Berta had a subtle face that could take both a smile and a mockery.
The royal line did not make it back from La Marta and made its way back to the king's capital.
Berta, of course, spared a special farewell to Louis, the men of the Kasha clan's mansion. Louis was slightly adored because he stayed in Meseta all the time while his parents were on the move.
"See you, Father. We'll be free."
"Your Majesty, I wish you well on your way."
Berta and Kasha. Principal's parting words were surprisingly simple.
Speaking of which, Harold hardly ever sees a scene where their father and daughter are having a personal conversation, even from about Meseta.
Of course Harold just didn't know, and there would have been a mountain of things to discuss between the two of us, but the unique atmosphere flowing between them gave Harold an unequivocal taste for some reason.
On the way home, it was so calmer than going, there were no problems that seemed problematic.
If something were to happen, would there have been a day when bad weather persisted and the late autumn long rain kept me from reaching the planned town by night?
It was in the small countryside that we were to reveal that night abruptly.
The village chief offered his own hall to the king and his wife in firm awe, but not enough rooms, and soldiers for escort naturally do not enter. The soldiers supported the camp inside and outside the village as light rain continued.
Harold got out of hand while his squire was seriously testing his husband's bunk this evening. I couldn't even think of a conversation I would have with Berta, who accidentally met me, and, uh, I noticed that her hair, wet in the rain, was messed up and stuck to her neck.
"Do you want to sleep with me?
".................. Buh,! Don't be silly."
Apparently it took a while for the words Harold said without any concern to reach Berta's brain.
Berta set aside for a little while, raged out like a rapidly boiling can of medicine and rambled normally, disappearing into the next room set up for her and Louis.
It seemed that the nanny holding Louis was not sure how to act with her eyes blackened and white, but she was called to Berta right from the room, where she met Harold with a pepper and left.
Harold was the one who surprised me because I thought he was going to be more smugly hated or calmly turned down.
"Your Majesty, it's a bad taste."
A samurai, who apparently was finishing the bedroom test, novelled in front of the door, which was open. It's a heartfelt neighborhood the same age as Harold.
"Consider Her Royal Highness's position, until you return to the royal palace."
"I know."
In the end, the next morning the bad weather cleared up as a lie and the journey ahead went on schedule.
By the time I had returned to the royal palace after nearly two months of inspections, the Wang capital had already plugged in the early winter.
And the nobles of the royal palace were hanging up on one topic.
"It's..."
In the rear palace, the birth of one of the maids of the righteous queen had been discovered.