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As Jacob's horse passed through the stands, all the noblewomen took a deep breath. The handsome smiling second prince with sapphire blue eyes and honey blonde hair. He Even he was single!
How nice it would be to receive your rose. As Jacob got closer and closer, the noblewomen trembled not knowing if the recipient would be any of them or not. On the other hand, Bianca's expression hardened terribly. She had an ominous premonition.
And such premonitions used to be quite accurate.
As expected, Jacob's horse stopped in front of Bianca. At first glance, it seemed holy enough to resemble a paladin, but Bianca knew the devil lurked in that armor. Bianca's tense body gripped the back of the chair.
Jacob handed Bianca the clean and spotless rose from his chest, not even paying attention to Bianca's discomfort.
“I'm sorry I couldn't show you my performance, still…. Will she still accept my rose, Countess of Arno?
The title Countess of Arno, felt sarcastic. The rose Jacob gave her was lighter and more beautiful than any rose Bianca had ever received, but Bianca's face showed disgust.
“Why is Jacob giving me a rose? What the hell is he planning…?”
Bianca hesitated, unable to extend her hand, and Jacob smiled.
"Countess, are you sure you want to refuse my rose?"
If Bianca didn't go along with it, she would be held in contempt of the royal family. Added to that was the scandal that she was playing with her honor as a knight. Her eyes around her were already sharp. Bianca distorted her face.
Bianca slowly reached out her hand. Reluctant even to touch Jacob, she grasped the chalice of the rose with trembling hands.
Although forced, Bianca received the rose.
Jacob smiled brightly. It was as if he thought he had won. The smile at the corner of her mouth that lifted as she drew an arc was as bright as summer sunlight, but from Bianca's point of view, it was only dark and terrifying, as if it had cast a shadow over her life. .
I shouldn't have pushed Yvonne. The words she had said to Yvonne, that she was anxious, reversed and hit Bianca in the back of her head. She shouldn't say things like do what you want. Bianca bit her lip and sullenly looked at the rose Jacob had given her.
The looks around them, which had been concealing until now, became more explicit after Jacob handed the rose to Bianca. It was a look he felt even though she didn't look back.
The women of the royal family also looked at Bianca with curious eyes. Was it Bianca's misunderstanding that Princess Odelli's eyes sparkled? Even Bianca could hear them whispering here and there.
"What is the relationship between Prince Jacob and the Countess?"
'The Arno family is Prince Gautier's closest associate. She has a bad relationship with Prince Jacob….
"Isn't that suspicious?" Is there really not something there?
—By the way, the Countess was in the royal garden…
-Sorry? Did that really happen?
-That's how it is. There are people who saw it first hand. Also….
“Oh my God, how can she be so cheeky….?
Whether intentional or coincidental, the comments were muffled and difficult to hear. However, it was something she could understand even if she didn't hear it. It would have been obvious what the content would be in a situation like this. It must be about his virtue. He knew in advance that rumors were circulating about her, so they were quick to judge the situation.
Yvonne's face flushed. Rather than out of embarrassment, she seemed like she was trying to contain her anger. Bianca clicked her tongue.
Had he known this would happen, he would have let Yvonne turn him down when he got her confession from Gaspard. It's a bit unfortunate to hear something that will ruin your day.
“I should hold on to my husband. It would be embarrassing if that woman stood next to her and seduced him.
“She's not even pretty… Her hair color is also a reddish-brown color similar to tree bark. It is incomparable to the blonde hair of the Sevran family. At least he's wearing expensive clothes, so it's worth checking out.
“The expensive clothes must have been bought with the money of her husband, Count Arno… she has no shame.
The gossip did not stop. She had been confined to her room ever since she arrived in the capital, but unbeknownst to her, Bianca seemed to have turned into a rice cake*.
(T/N: 떡밥이, is a metaphor to describe something that is popular, a hot topic.)
What the hell are they talking about? I should ask Yvonne. At this point, she didn't even realize they were talking about herself because of the gap in her.
When Bianca's mood deteriorated, Fernand sneaked up on Bianca. Should she threaten to hit him? Bianca's mood deteriorated further. She couldn't see him for a while, so she thought she was gone and erased him from her memory, but seeing him sneak up on her was like a nightmare.
“I have heard of Prince Jacob's fame, but seeing him in person is truly admirable… Even the handsome prince seems to be in love with the lady.
—……..
Fernand's words were soft, as if he had greased his tongue. Even as he spoke, Fernand's head was spinning.
A bee cannot get nectar from a single flower. After Bianca left, Fernand wandered around looking for other prey. And it wasn't long before he found a noblewoman. Although she was a baroness, she seemed to have a lot of money and, above all, she was a bold woman.
Fernand, who was gloating at her side, finally stepped out of the public eye and had a powerful exchange with the woman.
The baroness, who was very satisfied, gave Fernand an enamored look. And Fernand heard an auditory hallucination of coins slipping into his bag...
The baroness went back to the bedroom to fix her clothes and Fernand went to the stands to look for another prey. While you are young and strong, you have to make the most of it.
Just as Fernand was about to climb onto the bleachers while fixing his pants, he saw Jacob handing Bianca a rose. And he widened his eyes.
"Do you mean that woman has a relationship with the second prince?"
Jacob was a man handsome enough to surpass even Fernand, who was proud of his appearance. If that woman had such a relationship with Jacob, it was obvious that she wouldn't even be fazed by Fernand's face.
"It's strange…. He obviously knows that Prince Jacob doesn't date anyone…”
Jacob was not the kind of person who would hide even if his partner was a married woman. Puzzled Fernand, he heard the voices of the noblewomen speaking next to him. The point was that Bianca's family was very rich, she was used to indulging in luxuries with her husband's money, and she had several men after her.
"I don't know what kind of family it is, but if you like men that much, it might be worth a try!"
Fernand approached Bianca with a smile on his face. Due to the sharp gazes surrounding her, he thought that as long as she was hers, her conversation partner could warmly penetrate her heart. There was nothing wrong with receiving some money in return.
Fernand, who couldn't figure out which men Bianca received roses from because he was focused on the baroness, studied how to please Bianca and said carefully.
“It's understandable. What is the beauty of the lady? Excuse me, but can I sing a song that praises her beauty? Of course, she wouldn't be able to express even one thousandth of the lady's elegance, but...
Of course, Fernand's cautious comments didn't work out very well. To Bianca's ears, it was just a series of meaningless words. The retort for her to stop was choked in Bianca's throat.
It was like a fly, buzzing and fluttering at her side. It was unpleasant and annoying.
Fernand's seduction, 21 years old, was insignificant for Bianca.
It was really unpleasant that he clung to her despite knowing she was married.
Come to think of it, even in his previous life, even though he knew she had a husband, he flirted with her. At that moment, he thought that Fernand's attitude was the innocence of a man who fell in love with her and he didn't know what to do. It was fun even thinking about it.
No matter who was behind Fernand, Bianca didn't want to talk to him anymore.
She could dig up information by pretending to accept his flirtatious attitude, but every time she looked at him, her will disappeared. She was like a fly entangled in rotten meat.
Bianca spilled out a lot of bad words inside and scolded Fernand angrily.
"Soon it will be my husband's turn, he is distracting me." I'm not very interested in his songs, so go with someone who interests you.
“If your husband is participating in the tournament, you must be very worried. Her trembling heart, won't she calm down a bit if she spends time with me? Please join me in praying for her husband's victory.
Despite the cold words, Fernand stood his ground. Fernand smiled softly and took a step closer to Bianca. The smell of her disgusting perfume wafted through Bianca's nose. Just as Bianca was about to reject Fernand again, the tournament spokesperson announced.
“Thank you all for waiting. Finally the last match of the tournament! With you the hero of Sevran, the Count Iron Blood, the Wolf of the battlefield, Count Zachary of Arno!
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