"Creet, you haven't even had a wedding yet."
"Yes."
The queen called out to me, and Creet nodded honestly, wondering what it would be. The royal palace of the country of Lucot is busy, but its lords, His Majesty and Queen, are laid-back people. Henry's personality resembles who the hell he is, and he's been bitterly laughed at around.
The meeting to explain the policies of the country currently under way to the King and Queen also included the Prime Minister and other Under-Secretaries. Although the explanator was Creet. Once the work had settled down, the Queen had spoken to Creet.
"I'm sorry. I guess I don't even have time to get ready for the wedding because I'm busy. I hear there are a lot of other kids who haven't had a wedding, not just you."
"Right......"
That was true, so when Creet admitted it, the queen sighed. On the side, the king also looks troubled.
"I'm sorry. I guess Henry is getting extra work. I have a feeling that we're letting Henry get a little too free."
"That's right. But since she's an important girl who made it late, it's really sweet for her..."
Creet laughed bitterly when she heard her mourning as a parent rather than a king. It was true that Henry was a long-awaited heir wanted all over the country, so his surroundings tended to spoil him from a small point on. However, while it is true that people are rough and there are strong points when going about things, Creet is impressed that Henry grew up pretty decent for being spoiled and raised that way.
It should have been a better environment to be a rotten prince from more sexual roots. Rather, in terms of ability, much higher than his father's current king and so forth, Creet had no anxiety whatsoever about Henry becoming the next king in itself. However, I don't know if I might be busier, but now that Priscia is here, that's not a big deal either.
I blame my son for the businessmanship of the Royal Palace, but the truth is that the King has to turn his attention, and Henry has often found it instead, and as for the Creet, I really mean to be told by the King. In the end, I guess Creet is a Henry.
"I'm worried about the situation where young kids can't have important weddings because of their work."
"I'm glad you care."
Speaking of which, the wedding was shelved, and when Creet saw the queen, she laughed nicely.
"So, I also talked to His Majesty, how about recruiting people who haven't had a ceremony yet and want to have a joint wedding?
"……?
"Everyone will be working really well for me. Money will help us, too. I don't think it's a good idea because it hasn't been glamorous lately. You should have a wedding there with Creet."
The queen is shining her eyes. She is about the same age as Fame, but compared to her mother, the queen tends to dream and look childish somewhere. You seem to be raucous about your thoughts. Creet was a little confused as to how to answer. But I don't think it's a bad idea. Creet herself is an emotionless person who doesn't care about the wedding, but when I thought about her men and Priscia, it wasn't as thin as saying "I don't care" either.
But I have a bad feeling about it.
"Creet, I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you could be in charge and move on."
There he is! and Creet exhaled a huge sigh inside. It should be Henry's mother who pushes such a big role in the habit of worrying about her busyness. The king next door looks sorry, but the king is vulnerable to his wife.
The prime ministers and undersecretaries on the scene pretend not to have heard either. That would be so. Nobody wants to do such a nasty job.
The void was stared at during the bundle and the mind was determined in seconds, though a thought creet.
"Okay. I'll take it responsibly."
"Well, thank you Creet! I thought you would say that. Looking forward to it!
"I'm sorry, Brody. Nice to meet you."
"Certainly."
The king and queen asked him, and Creet lowered her head.
It stinks a lot. It stinks a lot, but as a sensible creature, I made a ruthless calculation that if I were to prepare for my wedding anyway, I would save the royal palace more time preparing the others together.
Besides, I did care about my men. When I thought that I would clean up all the materials of concern, I wondered if it would be okay.
Most importantly, a joint wedding would not allow Fame to speak too strongly either. It's not a bad idea to be ready with your own extraction.
I wonder what Priscia thinks of the joint wedding, and Creet was just a little concerned there.
"That's a nice story."
Priscia smiled when she heard the story in bed at night. If the country takes the initiative and takes the head, there is no such good story. I'm sure quite a few couples will have a wedding. Priscia, one of them a group, also lightened her mind. Priscia doesn't want a grand wedding. It was more confusing with everyone and I don't know, and it was a pleasure to have a wedding with the people of the Royal Palace who took care of me.
"Oh, I was worried about my men, too. I know it's going to be hard to prepare, but I thought it would be a good opportunity. If we have the same troublesome work at our wedding anyway, it would be more efficient to get the rest of them ready."
That's what I said. Creet looked at Priscia and smiled bitterly.
"Sorry. I took care of the wedding. It would be important to women. I'm often told that these places have no emotions."
"No, I'm glad this happened because the wedding was a little heavy for me too"
"Is that so?"
Creet, who looked a little worried that she hadn't damaged Priscia's mood, seemed relieved to hear that word from Priscia. Creet is never found in his wife's ass, and rather thinks he would be a selfish husband, but he thinks his life will end if this wife hates him.
"I have a lot to prepare for, and I'm planning on doing it in a year or so."
"Please be careful."
"There's nothing to worry about because you're here."
Creet presses her cheeks against Priscia's chest and mouths her soft skin from between her sleeping clothes. It was when Priscia held her husband's head in a hot act that was going to start now. Creet's movement stopped perfectly.
"Priscia"
I wonder what's wrong, Creet wakes up her body, frowns, and peeks into Priscia.
"When was the last time you had a moon obstacle?
"Eh?"
In return for Pocan and Creet, Priscia blinked her eyes after thinking a little about her husband's questioning. Speaking of which, it's been over a month. When I worked at the Royal Palace, the obstacles to the Priscia moon had become a little irregular due to so much busyness and changes in the environment that I completely forgot that I didn't attach much importance to that.
But when I wonder if it fits into this husband's brilliant head to his own cycle, I feel like I can't stay as Priscia. What about being pointed out to my husband first as a woman?
"I'll call a doctor tomorrow."
"Um…… but I've never had this kind of discrepancy……"
"I wouldn't have been doing so well lately."
"... yes..."
While Toad and Priscia were saying, did Creet stop doing the deed, put her full nightgown back in its original condition, and held Priscia in.
"Well, maybe not."
"Either way, it will be necessary to have a look at your body"
"Yes...... Um, but if I had a child, would Master Creet be happy?
Priscia's expression was a worrying color. Seeing that face, Creet smiles bitterly. Priscia has a verse where she thinks Creet doesn't want children. It is the responsibility of my husband, Creet, to make me think that way.
"To tell the truth, I don't really feel it. What worried me the most was whether your parents would expect you to be difficult. In that sense, I wish I could have a child and make your feelings easier. [M] But..."
Creet gently hands on Priscia's stomach. Maybe he's breathing, to his own fruit.
"When I was holding you, I thought if you always had my child. Of course, there's nothing wrong with this one being different. It's a waste of time for you to spoil me like this."
As Creet laughed, Priscia lowered her brow a little and smiled like she was in trouble. That's how I whispered "yes," and leaned back.
During his work, Creet, who was concerned about Priscia, got the job done earlier than usual. I'm going to work around tomorrow, but instead of doing it when I'm not focused, I decide to leave it all at once tomorrow, and I'm going home.
And just seeing Hans' face as he picked him up at the entrance, Creet figured out the results of the doctor's diagnosis.
Because it was a full smile.
"What about Priscia?
"I'll be in the bedroom."
"What about my father and mother?
"Quickly, go shopping for your child"
It would be too soon, and Creet turns to her bedroom in awe. I thought my emotional movements were calmer than I thought, and Creet also felt as soon as I saw Priscia sitting in bed, what a strange fever my heart was wrapped in.
"Dear Creet, welcome home"
"I'm home now."
Priscia also looks up at Creet with a strange look like she's smiling in trouble. Creet exhaled loudly once, bowing her body and embracing Priscia with the gentlest force she could.
"What about doctors?
"The second month and. It means it's going well."
"I see."
Creet narrows her eyes and peeks into Priscia. Sending her mouth gently, Priscia also closed her eyes.
"I got a little bit of a feeling."
"I'm not better yet"
With that said, Priscia puts her hand on her own stomach with a gentle face. Please, let her healing hand reach the child in her stomach even if it doesn't work for herself, Creet hoped. I wish I was born healthy. And I hope Priscia's okay. That's all I need.
"Your father would prefer a boy."
"Come on. He loved his sisters a lot more than I did, just to be quiet. Maybe the girls are actually happier."
Sitting beside Priscia, Creet laughed.
"Either way. Anyway, be careful with your body."
"Yes."
"Now, if it's the second month, don't be after the wedding is born. Let's just make it seem like a calming time."
"Such an important day for the country at my convenience……"
"I'll be ready, okay? That much privilege would be nice."
"It's a lot to look forward to," laughed Priscia as Creet ran out. As she mouthed Priscia's hair and temples, Priscia called her "Dear Creet".
Turning to her face, Priscia smiled and still stared at Creet with a firm voice, opening her mouth.
"Even if I have kids, my best is Dear Creet. It is my happiest thing that Master Creet will sleep peacefully in my hands. I belong to Master Creet. That's all you need to know."
A brown eye containing glow stares at the Creet. Soft hair is spilling to my chest. Creet looked back at his wife like that silently during the bundle, closing her eyes for the first time, then letting her mouth blow.
With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.
Creet's hands envelop Priscia's cheeks.
"Okay. Thanks."
Creet thought.
After all, the luckiest thing in my life is that I got her. Definitely. Should I thank God? No, no, I have someone in front of me to thank.
Thank you, Priscia.
Creet narrowed her eyes as she slowly embraced Priscia. My own best luck is in my arms.
That's how the season went round, and Priscia had a safe, healthy child. It was a boy. The Brody family was thrilled with their relatives. I'm an inner tired creet of seeing my father's martial arts training start again in the future, but it didn't matter if I saw Priscia smiling happily ever after. It is ultimately the child himself who decides his own path.
Will you be a martial arts officer as the house says, or will you be a civilian when you see your father, who will be a prime minister by the time the child is raised, take a completely different path again?
He laughs with a light baby in his arms, scared, wanting him to be a sweeter kid by inheriting Priscia's personality than he is if he could.
And a few months later, a royal joint wedding was held to give the country away. Creet gets emotional about the look on her face attending that wedding, but that's another story.
Priscia eventually gives birth to four children. The second one was a boy and the Brody family rejoiced again. When the third was also a boy, Creet didn't miss Duran's eyebrows dropped for a moment with joy.
When a girl was born that way in the fourth person, it was Duran who said "what a girl" but didn't quite turn over the baby to Priscia or Creet.
"You see, you're right. My father is cuter with girls."
As Creet sneaked whispering in Priscia's ear, Priscia leaned down and hid her grin. To the first girl, the three brothers are happily peering into its face.
Seeing that happy sight, Priscia touched the head of Creet sitting next to her. Just a little paralysis I feel. Creet, who became prime minister, has been violently busy. I can't even take up family time. Still, unless there's much more to it, even an hour returns to Priscia at night.
Priscia's hands are always Creet's. I love my children. But I've decided since the day I married Creet that Priscia's best was Creet.
You noticed such Priscia's tender eyes, Creet also stared back at Priscia and smiled.
The eldest and second son, who were already growing up, glanced at the unchanging friendliness of their parents.
From an early age, my mother belonged to my father. When my father returned, no matter how much we were, my mother went to my father. I thought it was something like that, but as I grew up, I knew we were special friends.
There have been times when I have felt rebellious against a father who barely sets up a child because of his busy work, but there is no way he can beat the father who is the prime minister of this country with his head or mouth, and his eldest and second sons have given up. But the three men who inherited my father's good head feel like a single scale, while still young, have a cut in the head that is not ordinary. It was the eldest and second son I would expect from three men to defeat my father.
In the meantime, I feel the days begin to take care of my sister, who will be greeted for the first time by her family, by everyone who has also included her grandfather and grandmother, and in the soothing air, several human beings begin to hold back with their gaze.
Knowing that such a peaceful battle was beginning, Creet and Priscia laughed peacefully at each other.