The Duke’s Daughter Is the Knight Captain’s (62) Young Wife

Since I fell in love with Master Wilhelm, I have come to read love stories very carefully.

The stories vary, and all of them depict happy endings. That story was all that makes me happy to read. Especially if you give me a gentle hug or a gentle kiss, as the lady of the main character is being done, or if Wilhelm makes me do something like that, I bulge in one bed.

My father often makes fun of me for saying, "I can't believe you read love stories, Carol," but I swell my cheeks at it. I'm nine years old now. She's a fine lady.

But I'm only dissatisfied with one love story.

All, it is the prince, the skinny prince, who is bound to the lady of the main character.

No matter how much I looked, I never talked about being tied to my husband forty-six years older. I asked the bookkeeper in and out and they told me there was no such story.

I wanted to read stories like that and lay them on my own, if I could, but I'm sorry.

Love always achieves.

I didn't stop believing that. I must have been stupid.

- Oh, no, one day.

For me, a story arrived that would change the world.

I was climbing with my father to the royal palace.

My father just took me, and I didn't know what that was about. But I'm only asking about the important story.

And in the deepest part of it - next to the throne room, in a small room like the reception room, it was the woman who showed up first.

"Oh, Lord Ambrose. Welcome."

"On invitation, I'm here"

I have seen this woman at a night club I was also allowed to attend. I'm the queen of this country.

I always thought you were young and beautiful.

Behind you is Master Wilhelm, who still has a stern face today, who usually holds the Kingsguard knights together at the Royal Palace. Perhaps they will be there as escorts to the queen.

I wanted to say hello, but don't act unsolicited in front of the queen.

When you manage to contain your impulse and look behind the queen.

There, one boy was sitting in a chair.

"Say hello, Carol"

Is the boy's first impression a "wow, looks great" word? A glance that stares at this one in such a grumpy face that it still seems to punch me in the tongue. Overall, it must be a beauty shape, but you don't really want to be your friend, which is the truth.

You won't be that old with me, you seem like a lot more of a child than I am.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Carol Ambrose"

But because Father told me to say hello, I picked up the edge of my skirt and introduced myself.

To my greeting like that, but the boy in front of me turned away, um...

Was there something I should have done?

"Rayford, that's not a good attitude."

"... Mother"

Disgruntled, the boy who says so and looks at me. That's all I know about this boy.

Me and my aristocratic daughter. Exactly, I am listening to His Majesty the King's one son. His name is His Highness Rayford. I've never seen you before, but I didn't think I'd see you in a place like this.

But why is it the top of the Buddha that still seems to tongue?

"... it's Rayford El Freakista"

"I'll see you first, Your Highness."

"... hmm"

Ha.

Did I do something to make you hate me? I don't remember myself at all, but it won't be about me and His Highness getting involved or anything, and well, that's fine.

So, Pong, my father's hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Delight, Carol"

"Yes?"

"Lord Rayford and Carol are getting engaged. The ties between the Duke of Ambrose and the royal family will now be stronger"

... Huh?

To the unexpected word of my father, I accidentally lost my word.

I am, Your Highness, your fiancée?

"As I was asking, you're a wonderful daughter. Gilliam, Wilhelm"

"It's an honor to compliment you. I haven't had enough this year, and I've always blushed my cheeks when I read love stories."

"Let me assure you of Miss Carroll's good instrumentality. Even though we are still young, we know how to be properly courteous. I thought it would be appropriate for His Highness's fiancée."

"I knew girls grew up fast. Rayford's the same age as Carol, but he's still a kid."

"Ha, I guess the boys are. My son, he's all in trouble. They're going to have to carry the Ambrose in the future."

"No, having kids is a good thing. I'm very jealous of a solo like me."

"It's not because you're turning down all the fringe, Wilhelm. Marry me and His Majesty."

While I was losing my word, Father and Queen and my beloved Wilhelm spoke that way with much excitement.

What I admire is nothing more than Master Wilhelm. Never, I admire His Highness Rayford.

In addition to that, such an attitude, as hated from the beginning.

Why should I be engaged to Your Highness?

That too, in the sight of Master Wilhelm.

"Look, Rayford. Carol will be your daughter-in-law."

"... Mother, I am"

"With you and Carol getting married, the kingdom will come together deeper. As the next king, you know the responsibility."

"... Yes"

Mutsu, with a clearly unconvinced look, but nodding, Your Highness.

It would be rude to say no to the engagement of the royal family and the Duke's - from me, the Duke's family. If you can, I want you to say no from Your Highness.

But apparently, with all the dissatisfaction, Your Highness was convinced.

Your Highness - Prince.

An ideal opponent, with love stories, where various girls are bound.

I guess I have to be happy that I'm happy because I can be engaged to someone like that.

"Carol."

"Yes."

"As queen of the future, you will support His Highness Rayford. The kingdom will be more rocky. Just say hello today as the formal engagement ritual will take place at a later date."

"... Yes"

No matter how much you escape reality, reality relentlessly hunts me down.

I understand. I'm also convinced.

It's what I was originally prepared for.

My name is Carol Ambrose, the Duke of Ambrose family's maid. There can be no such thing as my freedom in that marriage.

I knew that no matter how much I admired Master Wilhelm, this thought would never come true.

Although.

"His Highness Rayford."

Dear Wilhelm.

"I'm a bummer, thank you"

If I can, I admire you in front of you.

In this way, I didn't want to be seen being someone else's.

I, Carol Ambrose, nine years old.

I knew there was no god in this world.