Portrait of Queen Berta: I accidentally got pregnant with His Majesty's child

"Kasha is in Berta, our daughter. His Majesty the King will see you first."

I can barely remember what conversation I had with the king who became my husband the first time.

I'm sure we haven't had much of a conversation. He was welcomed as Second Lady in the national interest. A wife who is nothing more or less.

I knew it, but it was made a little easier for the King's gaze to bare Berta.

She had moved to the rear palace of the king's capital before the season changed from the day Berta agreed to marry her.

The rear palace was given a second seat after the newly established position of the righteous queen, and the palace was also a majestic palace.

Sometimes the daughters and women of rural adult gold were treated by legitimate ministers and women who also did not put them under the status accorded to them by the guide.

A residence palace set up without threads on gold, based on luxurious funds obtained from the transaction.

The key Queen Berta herself, surrounded by laborious works of art, could not be deceived, but the appearance of the Queen herself did not do much harm to the meaning of this marriage.

This marriage was certainly unexpected, but Berta has been educated more than she was, in anticipation of all future possibilities.

In the royal capital of Baihua blossoming, I am sure that the king will never love me.

But I still didn't think it would matter. It's more important than anything that Berta be here as the daughter of the Kasha clan.

Even the royal family would not take the house of Berta or Kasha lightly when they were placed in a position worthy of a second queen.

Predictions generally met.

The king gave Berta three nights, counting from the day he entered the palace. It was an old-fashioned way of getting married, that is to say, letting Kasha's daughter into the backyard with the same procedure that welcomed her to her wife, and letting the public know in that act.

That greatly satisfied Kasha's father, and was an action that weighed the very meaning of marriage.

But the other thing that was expected was that there was nothing but political intent in the King's actions. Berta got tired as she continued to be passed three days after the first night, apparently in a way she didn't feel comfortable.

After the first three nights, contacts from the king stopped with Patali.

The samurai who brought them from the birth house seemed sorry, but Berta himself was sorry because he had already had so much to lose.

From now on, I thought the king would never come across again, and made my entourage around me stop putting the bedroom dedicated to it.

Then, the king, occasionally seen from afar within the rear palace, seemed to be surrounded by someone to samurai a beautiful woman.

It was often the righteous queen, but all the women that were placed beside her were daughters of nobility, unblemished by the blood of the local people, and everyone was beautiful. I find it a world that has not much to do with Berta.

Not to mention in the court of the table, it was known in the rear court that the king no longer passed under the Lady of Kasha, but it was not caused to be far-fetched.

Because there were many untouched Petra daughters in the rear palace.

Many of them are left to serve at the convenience of their homes, especially without meeting the King. Berta had no choice but to take the form of a formal marriage due to circumstances where her parents' authority was too great, but, well, the position is similar.

Your friend was able to do it immediately. Many women expected asylum from Berta, Kasha's daughter and second queen.

That's how, as he behaved unnaturally, he created a faction whose surroundings revolved around Berta, and his position became a cornerstone.

While it would be useful enough to give it back to the family in law, the rest is likely to be at ease until His Majesty is given the rear palace sorted out.

Berta herself decides how to shake herself after she leaves the rear palace, and my father and I talk before we go in.

Berta was going to go back to her home and work in territorial management on the inherited land after she had remarried appropriately looking around the second son of the branch.

By then, my younger brother would still be an adult as well. It is unfortunate that we can no longer see the growth of our lovely brothers and sisters nearby, but there were many excellent tutors and relatives to look after even without Berta there.

Starting with the First Lady of Kasha, Berta's biological mother, there are a lot of my father's side chambers.

Berta herself was not particularly uncomfortable with polygamy because she grew up familiar with the Petra culture on the border.

It is normal for men of status and power to have more than one wife, and wives should work together to protect their homes. I understood more than anyone in this royal palace how to form that marriage.

That is why it emerges from her eyes that kings and royal palace nobles would have welcomed Berta without any attempt to understand the meaning of the existence of the Second Queen.

They royal aristocrats have long recognized only one wife to one husband, ever since the beginning of his reign. Though it was formally contrary to that national religion, people's thoughts are not so easily changed.

In other words, for the King, Berta is not one of his wives, she is just a servant's daughter who leaves her in the royal palace unhindered.

All the more so for the righteous queen, I guess Berta is just like a disaster that interrupts with her husband.

"Though I was a daughter-in-law to adjust Kasha's faction, I was also somewhat willing to work for the royal family. If His Majesty were to use me, he would have acted as a queen and made me obligatory to the Crown. Not like this."

From the standpoint, I knew it would never be accepted in favor of the Queen, but from Berta's side I was also prepared to show respect for the Queen and, if necessary, frame her and be physically "treated".

But if you open the lid, the Lady Dowager keeps refusing to meet with Berta formally in the first place. It was the hateful words of the lady over there that made it clear that the relationship building was hopeless as to why the lady on the side would try to get out in front of the righteous queen with dignity.

"His Majesty heard rumors that he was a famous man, so I figured somewhere in his heart he was expecting a little. But being famous to the royals and nobles over there and being famous from our point of view isn't necessarily the same"

All I have in the palace is Kasha's breathtaking samurai. Berta was poisoning the intimate maids as she relaxed like her parents in the corner of the rear palace rather than needles if she stepped outside.

"You're the one on the left. You don't have to worry about the princess."

"I don't have a brother-in-law who breaks your heart for His Majesty, who doesn't care about the princess. Since the Princess is not looking for a job as the Queen, I know it would be nice if the princess didn't motivate herself badly and enjoyed her hiding life here."

Like my husband, I had no samurai to say, no body, no lid.

"Ah. I'd like to get out of the backyard soon."

"Thank you for your patience. Right, about five to ten more years."

"Then I will live freely in my own territory. I also took the word of inheritance from my father. I'll give you or your husbands a key position by my castle."

The samurai laughed dullly.

"Oh, my lord, it's a dark man to privatize your status."

"That's good enough. I need to reward you for your loyalty in working for me in this cave."

The Lord, who had begun to familiarize himself early with the unusual life of the rear palace, was feeling bored with his thoughts on the cramped and idle days that were about to begin.