Yasashī Shinjitsu to Seiryaku Kekkon Volume 1 Chapter 17

Yasashī s.h.i.+njitsu to Seiryaku Kekkon Vol I Chapter 17

He bathed the sleeping Matilda, and put her in her nightgown.

H

e touched everything but since she was exhausted and did not feel like getting up, she would not mind. She’s told him not to touch her when she wasn't conscious but if he told her and apologised, maybe she would not mind. He wondered if he was being over-confident.

He laid her in the freshly remade bed.

When he came in, he had in his hand a sword that he had had his maid servants keep. He doubted she even noticed it. The sword is not his favourite; as a royal he could not form any attachments to his sword because one usually ends up handing it to a va.s.sal as a promise.

There was a decorative pin; in the form of a pair of clumsily made apples hanging off a red thread from the hilt. He usually kept it safe, but he’d been trying to show it to her since she arrived.

 I bet she will not notice, he thought.

It had been a mid-winter campaign, they had camped in a place of powdered snow, when he met the Princess.

‘Even a warrior can’t be a warrior forever.’ She’d said to him.

‘In Ringoen Green and other farming villages in remote places, they are always looking for manpower. And you might even get a wife.’

‘I don’t think I can be cut out for something like that. Being a mercenary is easy, you don’t have to think too much.’

‘But it must be hard in winter. It’s more fun to be with friends and family, the warmth of skin-s.h.i.+p in the cold winter,’

‘But there is peace of mind and only oneself to worry about ...’

‘Show this apple pin to the Royal Gatekeeper of Icecoreta. And I will remember you, even if I am married!’

She had laughed so innocently.

- Even now he still remembered.

A fourteen year old girl who was trembling as she laughed really hard. In her father’s stead, she came to battlefield as a ceremonial Admiral.

But she did not rest on her laurels, she helped with distributing the rations, coming into contact with her country’s soldiers and the Barens.h.i.+aga mercenaries; treating them all with kindness.

The Icecoreta Mountain Border War was a long battle. Barens.h.i.+aga could not send regulars, so they sent their mercenaries. At the time, Leandroth was in the mercenary company, he was fifteen. At the time, he had not been so tall and his hair had not turned golden brown, it had been red.

Until he was crowned king at the age of twenty, he was forced to partic.i.p.ate as a mercenary in the Icecoreta border war which broke out several times. Every time she partic.i.p.ated as a general, though she didn't come to the battles, she served as an inspiration to them all. She didn't hold herself higher than the soldiers, and the soldiers regarded her as a friend.

When she talked to the soldiers, she was worried about their retirement.

She premised on retirement at old age without hurting anybody’s feelings.

He smiled as he watched her sleep. He had been happy when he got reports from the chief maid looking after her; she hadn’t changed.

With her hands wrapped in woollen mittens, she grasped the hands of a mercenary,

‘If you love Icecoreta, even in remote areas, I will not let you feel lonely, because when you return home, your neighbours would be noisy.’

‘There won’t be a lot of harvest or great reward, at least you won’t die lonely’ she continued, ‘Although it is cold here, there will always be someone to share their warmth.’ (Zuben: OMG! What is with j.a.pan and these extreme characters? There either extremely naïve or extremely cynical. No moderation. No in-betweens.)

Because he was going to get married, he had been discharged from the mercenary company.

If he told everyone that she had not changed, they’d all laugh.

The story of the strange princess of Icecoreta was famous in Barens.h.i.+aga mercenary companies.

He placed the sword near the bed.

Matilda was fast asleep, he caressed her head. She liked being hugged and her hair being stroked.

--- Exaggerated expressions of affection.

At first, he thought maybe he was doing too much. He could do it naturally if he tried. But it was not an effort with her.

He gently held her breast in his hand. It was a perfect fit.

That pendant had been here; in between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

In truth, visiting her that first night was to replace the contents of the poison with a fake. There had been an Icecoreta Princess in the past; the Princess brought the medicine along with her. And she chose to die because of a perceived insult.

So when he’d heard the report of the maid he had a.s.signed to her, he panicked. He quickly made a liquid of similar colour and went to replace it.

Alas, he could not hold himself back. He undressed her and could not help but touch her, who could? But, he had gotten overly eager.

He had thought his heart would stop when he saw her the next day.

But he had a good poker face, he did not mention his visit or anything he’d done. Maybe, it would have been best to have shown his affection from the outset, like a dog that loved his owner.

But he wanted to win her over slowly.

He’d thought that he wanted to make her a little jealous. But the schedule became messed up, because he had been over eager, but all in all, changing the poison was the right answer.

However, he did regret his actions. He did not mean to cause her heartache, because she did not understand gender subtleties, or the tacit understanding between men and women. 

(Zuben: We won’t think about it too much)

Do not speak in a roundabout way, but directly.

She did not have preconceptions about what was good or bad…

Even there was some candlelight, she does not seem to notice, it made him rather happy to see her body clearly without hindrance.

For most people, the lighting may not be bright enough, but he had really good night vision, something that had been trained since childhood.

She was straight forward to the core; she would even answer obscene questions honestly. She dutifully does what is required of her. Even without asking, she would imitate what he does. (Zuben: Wait what…?)

Because she is the Imperial Princess, she can be touched by no other man except him (Zuben: And…?) Unless, Barens.h.i.+aga lose the war and something happens to him.

Would it be okay to lose?

He would face down his enemies with a smile.

He wanted to have and maintain a peaceful empire.

‘You really are the saviour of the Barens.h.i.+aga people,’ he whispered in sleeping Matilda’s ear.

His younger brother had declared; if Leandroth ran away from his duties as Emperor, he would also run off. Troublesome.

He had planned to abdicate if Matilda had not agreed to marry him. He could not invade a neighbouring country as an Emperor just because he was heart-broken, so it was better to escape, and then do it.

He had the power to hold onto whatever he wanted.

He did not need to be ruler of a country.

He would kidnap her and tie her to him forever.

But being, tied to a kidnapper or being tied to an Emperor, which would make her happy?

He chuckled evilly.

The answer was clear.

As Empress, she can meet her beloved father, exchange letters etc, therefore, the emperor is the answer. It was decided.

For her, it is probably the only difference between an emperor and a kidnapper.

Sometime soon, he would tell her about his time as a mercenary and how they met all those years ago; otherwise, it would be a bit worrying that he was so in love with her when they had only officially met a few weeks ago.

She had fluffy walnut brown hair. Her eyes were blue like flax flowers. Her skin was pure white. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were full, pert and round like apples. She had a small waist and lovely wide hips; she would give birth well.

Regarding her face objectively, not many people were as beautiful as she was, but her own evaluation of her beauty is quite low.

It was probably because many ladies around her were blessed with blonde hair and blue eyes, with silver hair and black eyes and so on…

To him, she was rather cute especially with her modest countenance.

He took his hand off her breast and caressed her cheek, to him, Matilda was perfect, she was cute and there was no other choice though there are many differences between subjectivity and objectivity.

She usually wore light make-up.

Anyone would look beautiful if they wore expertly applied make-up.

She was lovely as she was, but she did not have much confidence in herself.

Matilda said she liked chess; he had liked chess since he was a child.

Only with her, he would not take the king. But eventually he would defeat the king’s piece and grab her heart totally; he was not going to declare defeat.

He’d finally go out the word ‘Like.’

Next is, ‘I love you.’

He closed his eyes. The struggle did not make him unhappy. It was better to get closer slowly.

She was being watched by a weird man.
How pitiful.

Alas, the feelings that have begun are accelerating; there was no sign of it slowing down.

For now, there was tomorrow.

Looking forward to tomorrow, Leandroth took a deep breath and fell asleep.

Zuben:

Leandroth is a man obsessed, is all I got from this. Hope it makes more sense to y’all than it does to me. From now we are back on the Yasas.h.i.+ train. Still have some library books to get through, so it will take a while longer than usual between drops.

Stay frosty, people x.