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

Around that time, naturally, the royal palace was shaken.

He disappeared from the royal palace with the maid possessed by the righteous queen.

Moreover, the story of the king offering a captive soldier to one of his factions, who himself pursued it, spread as if he had lit a fire the following morning.

His Majesty the King was taken out with soldiers. His Majesty himself will be cut off by the samurai who fled for any reason or by the conservatives who took part in the escape, or even by the righteous queen himself.

It was no longer an obvious phase that conservative authority would be greatly shredded, and it was Lady Kasha, the second queen, who was given the view that she had won completely within the noisy royal palace.

She had decided to silence herself without showing any reaction to the problems, but she finally raised her heavy back in the event of an emergency in which His Majesty would be absent due to the march.

She drove the conservative women left in the rear palace down to their own factions, partly in response to the position and rank of the living house, and partly into imprisonment in the name of prudential disposition.

It was an act with the intention of frustrating the counter-attack of the women's abandonment, but also to protect themselves from the women left behind and truncated by the conservatives within the royal palace, which, on the other hand, suffers the swing of power.

Because there were also emerging Petra women in the Back Palace who made conservatives recruit resentment, just as they did outside the morning.

They were in predicament because of Berta's pull and the aftermath of the great faction. While working its previous labors, Berta moderately countered their opponents to contain the outburst of dissatisfaction.

Those series of actions were all an impression of her rise.

Looking only at the results, Berta also seemed to have taken control of the rear palace with minimal effort and took control of the personnel on behalf of the authority of the fallen Queen.

Except in person.

"Oh well, you look terrible. Keep your hands on the seat at the top of the rear palace. It's a foul act on the boulder."

The belly-hearted maid who accompanied her husband from Kasha complained so bitterly.

Their princess, Berta's complexion has been terrible these days.

Barely waking herself up on the bedside, she was holding her head with one hand to see if she was even having a headache. He obviously has the face that he hasn't slept much.

Originally a troubled princess who didn't sleep well or wake up, but it was familiar to the ancient samurai to lose the energy to try to fall asleep when she had something troubled.

"At last, the princess is a queen of honor, so don't take the attitude she deserves."

The samurai still call her husband a princess, only in a very private space.

"I know. You're decent out there."

"It's a gift of our makeup technology, it just looks decent somehow."

"Thank you. Keep drilling."

She's a princess who's not cute enough to say it. I know that when she can't get this attitude and get her grumpy done, it's usually when she's sweet on the samurai.

The samurai pulled Berta's hand and grated it from the sleeping table, letting it sit in front of the mirror table, and began to put the cunt in with a gesture accustomed to her habitual hair, intricately entangled in her sleeping habits.

"Back from the south, the princess seems to be constantly unstable, so we actually secretly suspected her of being pregnant."

Berta turned her still sleepy eyes over the mirror to the samurai, with a subtle face.

There was nothing in the south.

"I've heard it from you, but sometimes it means you haven't figured it out. Even when Prince Louis was a prince, it was a real thing for us. At that time, I thought the princess had just arrived in a new environment and was distracted, and my discovery was long overdue. So it doesn't mean I care too much."

Even in the early days of being pregnant with Prince Louis, Berta still broke down physically and mentally.

But at the time, they had lost sight of what servants who were supposed to serve the bride of the newlyweds should care most about.

There are circumstances in which everyone involved in this fringe was out of consciousness, but it is still a reflection that the samurai was negligent in her duties.

"I don't, nothing. Ever, ever."

The samurai was lost in reaction to Berta saying that before she could tell if she was seriously upset or light-hearted.

"... until now, anyway, what about now"

There will be no reason for His Majesty not to reuse Berta, his eldest son's biological mother, in the rear palace, where the righteous queen, who had accompanied him since the beginning of his reign, disappears.

His Majesty was forced to recognize the dangers of the inheritance problem in this false gestational disturbance.

The small number of royalty in this country is an issue of medium urgency, but we can't let Prince Louis give birth in the right place more than His Majesty has the will to stand.

In due course, Prince Louis' half-brother is also desirable for the next boy in the royal family. At a time when conservatives, long nestled in domestic hubs, are weakening and the equilibrium in home affairs is about to collapse, direct line girls, who are a necessity of matrimonial policy, will also want enough to get their hands out of their throats.

The fact that the princess, who is not so physically and mentally sturdy, is pushed into a position where she bears that much responsibility is just dissatisfactory to the samurai who guide her, but she can't say the same.

Their princess married the royal family under such a fate.

"I envy Johanna"

Berta suddenly uttered the name of the prince's nanny.

"I envy that honest girl who jumped into a difficult marriage, the one who loves her husband as much as possible."

It was surprising that Berta thought so to that younger nanny who looked like potent weather.

But at the same time, I'm good at being a samurai. Johanna's husband and she were as old apart as their parents and children, and although it's not uncommon, it would have taken a lot of courage to get through marriage. It's not just a match, it's a matter of discretion.

For Johanna, the awareness may still be faint that it is a difficult choice. From Johanna, however, I occasionally feel an ambitious atmosphere that embraces everything, both the inability to age with my husband and the fact that separation comes sooner than a lined couple.

"I'm about to. I hope the princess will have a relationship with His Majesty."

Berta made a vain face when her emotions came up and she didn't want to cry.

"It's easier to give it all up and pretend not to see it. I don't want to jump into trouble.... I don't know when and how flawed His Majesty will trump me or Louis. I think of someone like that as a family. Or shouldn't I think of you as a family?

Two or more years have passed since the marriage and it hasn't even started yet. As soon as I thought of that complex heart, I didn't get the word to return it.

Originally, she was the perfect princess with no one missing in the south.

Raised to be a butterfly, a flower, as the Führer Princess of the largest clan of lords, she would eventually have been to be married from above, for who she married in the South.

Berta is a princess who cannot freely choose who she wants from, but people like her are educated to love a man who has been honored by his political marriage.

If she loved her husband as she was taught, she would surely have been loved by her husband and become a supportive couple. That's how the future of protecting her two trusted husbands, her home and her family, was a healthy marriage portrait for her.

It was supposed to be the end of a rough nation there, or a bone meat feud to wash blood with blood.

It may be difficult to see the Head of State, who may one day even trump his wife or real child depending on the political situation, just as her husband in her senses.

"But the Princess is on her way to jump in."

But the samurai could wonder in the direction her husband's heart was pointing.

"When I first came in here, there was always something about Kasha in the princess's chest, and she wanted to be home soon. But you're not anymore."

Little by little, the samurai was trying to listen to her monologue as if she were accepting the choices here.

"I didn't imagine a future other than marrying for Kasha and supporting my brother. I don't have the ability or the readiness to be queen."

"Readiness, etc. At a time when you are aware that you need to be prepared to be, be comfortable."

If that's what you mean, I doubt that the Queen was ever more prepared for that position than Berta.

If Marguerite, who just lived without question in that position because she was born a royalty, is supposedly the real deal, then Berta may indeed be a stubborn fake who has to jump in from different environments and redouble his efforts.

From now on, she will surely be compared to Marguerite at home and abroad, and will be treated like a drop from some. Still no choice at first. Not everyone has gained enough ability to hold that position from the outset.

"Do you want me to do my best as queen?

Berta turned her eyes round while she was over the mirror and looked strange.

"Are you crazy?

"You guys were wondering if I could just say I wanted to do that"

Say something sweet again.

"The princess herself has decided to be more positive because it is a development that she is not likely to return to Kasha already."

It cannot be said that this has been the case for quite some time, but also because of the precarious status of Second Lady, Berta was still resting on the royal family.

"... so is that."

But she looked as if she had just noticed.

"Speaking of which, I was prepared to stay here, like, for Louis. Though I wasn't even ready to be treated royally then."

Berta didn't have the option from the start to disconnect the fact that she was her mother, even if she was given up on becoming a wife.

"I just have to be here anyway, so it's decided I'd rather make an effort not to be unhappy than unhappy. In the end I just do what I have to do.... That's very normal. It doesn't matter if you're a king or a queen."

I don't know what it is, but I just know that Berta's mood has improved slightly.

"After all, we can just do whatever it takes for the princess to live well."

"Right. So I don't like being protected and enjoying the flavor, or just standing under the wind."

Was that what I was talking about? Until a little while ago, I felt like an emotional new wife who was unfamiliar with love and love.

No, maybe I'm going to show you out. That's also the sense of helplessness she's been feeling since she was pushed into the back palace, if you put a book on it.

In the end, she wants to be used well by someone, and she wants to make an active move, like she did when she was putting up the Führer Princess in the South. It's luck for Berta to even have Prince Louis, maybe not a spontaneous feat.

How wonderful it would be if, when Berta stood as queen, she trusted her husband wholeheartedly and for the royal family - pulling it off, she could demonstrate that ability for the nation without any stray.

When the shriveled flower gained water, the samurai imagined the day what she would bloom like in this royal palace.