Chapter 2: The Queen is not me, but my sister (1)
Caesar so far had never criticized her in public. This was because if his fiance seemed to be lacking, he also seemed to be lacking. However, ever since he became Regent. He had become more and more impatient with words and actions, and he had no hesitation in expressing his displeasure whether there were people or not.
“Don’t be offended, Ariadne. Behave yourself.”
Caesar indeed couldn’t restrain the volume of his voice this time. His complaining voice instantly filled the entire parlor. In the meantime, it was not the capital aristocrats’ personality to miss a chance in front of them. Realizing that Caesar had no intention of defending his woman, the Countess quickly grabbed the opportunity and added another word.
“My Lord Regent, I hope you take care of your fiancee thoroughly.”
The Countess glanced up and down at Ariadne, whose hair was disheveled with contempt.
“Bring out hand first and run wild, I thought it was a wolf dog that was raised on the ranch, let alone a noble lady.”
The countess and her fine ladies agreed enthusiastically and poured vigorous attack.
“The quality is….”
“Doesn’t that tangled head look like a shepherd’s dog?”
Ariadne’s hand went up to her head. With her fingers, she combed her tangled hair awkwardly in front of San Carlo’s noble ladies, who used their tongues to stab her.
“If the Regent wants the support of the social world and the central aristocracy to run smoothly, please manage your fiance well.”
The noble ladies, including the countess, looked up and down at Ariadne, who stood alone quietly.
“Or why don’t you just change your marriage? I’m afraid I’ll have a hard time with this woman.”
–’you’re not part of high society.’
Their innermost thoughts felt filling the palace.
“I think it’s time for us to leave. After the Queen Sun has passed away and the owner of the inner palace has changed, I can’t even enter the palace without taking a risk of getting hit. Uncultured, huh!”
The Countess headed out of the parlor first, then the rest of the noble ladies stared up and down at Ariadne, then began to walk out altogether. Ariadne’s hair was sticky with sugar from jumping over the table, and her dress was messed up. The tea party was empty, and her friends were nonexistent. She saw the man that she loved stared at her with eyes full of contempt. It was miserable.
Since then, no one had openly argued about Caesar’s birth, but Ariadne had instead gained much notoriety, including the wolf-dog woman, the Moorish’s slave, and the farm maid. She was a low-born woman, she resembled her mother, she was an old maid who couldn’t get married, of course, all of these insults followed.
Ariadne kept asking Caesar repeatedly why they couldn’t just marry to make the high-society could be managed smoothly, but he refused at a glance.
“How could I make you the regent princess if you can’t even manage your reputation like this. I can’t be with a flawed woman.”
His order was particular.
“You must study harder than what you are doing right now, learn how to play lute and to appreciate paintings, be good at latin. Be a talented and wise lady, and is not an embarrassment when being introduced in front of others. Then I’ll make you the regent princess.”
Therefore, those were what Ariadne thought would be all she needed to do.
Regent Caesar took a long time to become King Caesar 1, but it was only a matter of time. Both military and the gold coins were in his grasp. However, there was only one thing he lacked; it was legitimacy. For that, it was time to be precise. The opportunity that came with time would heal the matter.
Ariadne still remembered when Caesar ascended the throne. To be exact, it was the day before the coronation. It was the year she turned 30, and he was 36 years old. Whenever she thought of that day, she couldn’t hold back her laughter.
“I am a generous king, I would embrace the power of the deceased crown prince.”
Caesar sat on Ariadne’s bed and buried his lips on the nape of her neck.
Caesar’s lustful breath was brutal. Ariadne tried to back out, but Caesar grabbed her two wrists with one hand simultaneously, pressed her down, and laid them on the bed.
“You have to be quiet.”
Caesar indulged her neck with his lips. Ariadne’s greatest strength was her alluring charms. She had beautiful features, but not in an innocent way. She was tall and had a nice fat on her chest and butt, which was really attractive. Not forgetting, the alluring charms played a big part in her beauty. It was a type of woman that men preferred to call beautiful than women. The 30 years old Ariadne was a blooming flower. She gave off bewitching charms even when she didn’t mean to, and it was the only part of her where Caesar, who had many demands of her, was consistently giving compliments.
Caesar’s strange voice flew into Ariadne’s ear, who was dazed by the warmth that touched her skin.
“So, Isabella would be enthroned as the queen.”