For My Young Fiancée
-Like a puppy, Chouchou burrowed into Ervil’s arms, squirming with delight.
“I love this. So much I could die.”
“……”
Ervil simply patted Chouchou’s back, holding back any further show of emotion.
A corner of her heart felt lonely, thinking that if this young girl ever tasted the pleasures of a man, she might forget all about her.
“Chouchou, it’s because it’s you. My body and heart only react this way to you.”
“It’s the same for me, Ervil. No—Elle, I love you.”
Hearing her confession, Ervil felt a chill run down her spine and tears prick her eyes.
This was unthinkable.
Not confessing love was an unspoken vow, like a silent pact between lovers.
In the kingdom, there was a superstition that if you confessed your love—whether you were a woman with a secret lover despite having a husband, or a couple just starting out—misfortune would follow.
Without a word, Ervil picked up her cloak and wrapped it around Chouchou’s naked body, then held her close as they fell asleep together.
Cezare, having been rejected by the queen and cast out from Duke Ervil’s House, losing all support, happened to witness something truly precious.
It was a scene of Ervil and Princess Chevalier making love.
‘Heh, look at these two. If I play my cards right, I might be able to cash in big…’
He wondered who he should go to with this information.
Wearing a sly grin, the person who came to mind wasn’t Ervil, but Queen Izel.
Original Novel:
RIDI, MrBlue, BookCube
Official Translations:
English
