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

On that day, when he saw Berta, fully armed as the "queen," Louis pulled in hiding in the shadow of his nanny's dress.

"Prince, it's your mother."

"Ya!"

"Don't you see?"

"Though it is true that your makeup is different from usual"

I can't help it. I don't think my mother would look familiar to Louis today. Anyway, even Berta herself looked in the mirror and thought so.

That's why it's subtly scratchy to be reacted to like when you show the face of the exorcism that came across from the colony.

"Louis. Would you look at me?

Berta tries to poke Louis. The mouth that grinned at Louis, as usual, might have looked snoring because of the lipstick I gave him thick.

Louis looked back in horror, then immediately pulled his neck in like a turtle and bumped into trying to climb the nanny.

"Mmm! Ya Ah no."

"Oh. Don't you like it?"

"Thank you for leaving today, Prince."

The surrounding women are not hiding the fact that they want to amuse the situation while keeping the prince alive and warm.

"Hey, maybe the makeup is too thick after all"

"I don't mind. The people see Her Majesty the Queen from afar, so I know it would be better to wear glamorous makeup than usual."

Sounds like a big disapproval to Louis, but to see how the ladies around us react, at least we're happy with our work.

"Besides, vibrant makeup is better suited to the colour flavors of today's costumes"

"Originally, Berta looks better in clear colors. There were a lot of bright colored costumes in the south, but after they entered the rear palace, they didn't want to stand out, so they called in all the lighter colors."

"Especially Scarlet, Marguerite did not hesitate to use part of it."

What Berta wears today is a costume only allowed to the queen in public.

A beautiful furry cloak dyed in deep red on a waking scarlet dress, darker than blood.

Scarlet is a precious color that was only allowed by royalty in old times.

Nowadays, when times have come down and cheaper dyes have been developed than in the past, they are no longer as special as color schemes. But even today, in official venues and other places, traditionally, the nobler the noble the more to show respect for the royal family.

No one knows what it means for the daughter of the Kasha clan, who has so far been seldom in line for official events and who was spoiled for the status of "Second Lady", to finally be in public in his presence.

"I don't know what Marguerite looked like last year because this festival period was drawn to the rear house. But I'm sure you were beautiful."

It was around the beginning of winter that Marguerite was transferred to an outhouse on the outskirts of Wangdu because of a "mental and physical illness" following the incident.

I think the royal family of this country that makes it corresponds only to the way that one king has one queen. What Berta is wearing was a slight rework of the costumes Marguerite was wearing until last year.

The season shifted and it was time to spring completely, but orders for furs and other big guys naturally didn't make it. As a result, formally it was only from Marguerite, who is still the other "queen", that it took up the costume.

Though I don't feel any newer and guiltier about taking over the position that drove her down now.

"It doesn't mean I got your costume, Marguerite. The fur cloak is what the queen of history has been wearing."

I hear that these expensive costumes are not rebuilt many times in the first place for generations, and that Marguerite's wardrobe as queen inherited itself, mostly from the queen of her predecessors, Queen Wang.

Still, Berta wanted it all rebuilt if time allowed.

"Marguerite, I'm not comfortable with you. It's just a little too unfavourable to wear the same clothes as her and be compared directly from the front.... do you think I have the compelling power to replace it with the righteous queen, who looked good, as I did in pairs alongside His Majesty?

Beauty is sometimes violent justice.

Berta has always gained a certain popularity from the people as the first queen to enter the present royal family from the south and as the biological mother of the prince.

But it's also a faint trust that we have gained from our position alone. It probably also includes sympathy for Berta, who entered from a weak position and was spoiled for a side-room-like position while raising the boy.

To stand next to the king as queen, what would the nobles, the people, think, in fact?

Berta sees the fact that she is still inferior compared to her predecessor, which is clearly her faults rather than her inferiority.

Such a concern of her husband, her maid remains a satisfied expression.

"Don't worry about anything. Berta, as the queen of dark hair, stand with dignity."

After she said that, she spilled a stinging grin to soothe the place.

"If you're worried, check on Mr. Johanna."

……

I ignored it because if I touched it earlier, it would seem troublesome, but Nanny Johanna keeps sending a much more enthusiastic gaze to Berta as she hugs Louis.

"Beautiful, Master Berta. Oh! How lovely is Berta's parade across the crowd! I'm sorry to leave you."

"You can't guess Johanna."

In retrospect, Johanna has strangely liked Berta's colour since she first met him. She's actually supposed to be calm looking floating, the depression she occasionally shows.

"Let me guess! Berta, your appearance is at least an advantage that we don't have. Berta will simply lean in, and the people will have a clear understanding of His Majesty's will. The majority of the people are Petra people who share the source with the people of the south like Berta. No one is unhappy to be taken advantage of their own origins."

"That kind of thing?

Aside from the content of the story, I'm surprised at the intensity of her relaxation.

"That's what it is. Now that the power of conservatives has been greatly shredded, no actor deserves it more than the brunette queen, who looks good in scarlet, as a symbol of reconciliation between the local people and the royal family. Regardless of the nobles, the common people see Her Majesty with those eyes."

Just as Berta tried to open her mouth, the clerk's housekeeper came to the palace to pick her up. Harold's schedule is complete, and he'll be the official who dropped by to see how things are going.

"It's time to go"

Berta hung up there because even as we talked about it any more, we wanted to stop by and it was going to be just a chat to brave Berta.

"Well, I'll do it. I'll make sure the queen gets here."

"Welcome aboard"

"We look forward to your return"

"Have fun."

Louis ended up clutching to Johanna's chest without ever raising her face to me and it was tightly rounded. Berta gently stroked its back and left the palace.

Today is the most important festival day of all religions for the people of this country.

A festival to commemorate the resurrection of their God and to survive the visit of spring.

The resurrection was a religious event, as well as a symbol of primitive prayer, wishing for this year's abundance in the sprouts of young leaves.

In fact, even in the south, a long time after religious significance had been lost as a result of pagan incursions, there had been a number of major indigenous festivals during this period.

The festivals in the southern homeland are rough and cluttered, and even make noises that make it impossible to tell if it is a festival or a riot inside, but neither were the people of the Wang capital defeated by enthusiasm at this time. The city is surrounded by an atmosphere that is not always there.

The spring festival in Wang Du is regarded as a religious event and lasts seven days and seven nights.

They make sense on each day for seven days, but Berta hasn't figured it out until its religious meaning. On days one eats a certain number of confections, and on days one goes around a number of a certain number of churches, and people offer their prayers to their God.

And today, the last day of the festival, the enthusiasm of the people reaches its culmination. People pack it in the cathedral, which is also a symbol of the faith of the king's capital, or in the great square in front of it. The parade to the Cathedral, which will take place on the last day, was also attended by His Majesty the King, and it was one of the few opportunities for ordinary people to see the King up close.

The fact that the King has changed the sect of the State, and consequently the name of the Cathedral, as well as sectarian rivalries with continental countries, has not in fact had any effect on the lives and beliefs of the people.

No matter what happens to the country or the royal family, people's lives do not change quickly. Again this year, they celebrate spring, sing and make noise and express their faith, as they have done for a long time.

"Don't look good after all"

"Again, is it?

When Berta arrived during the refrain, Harold had already finished his discipline.

His Majesty the King, dressed in a costume and apparently wearing a little makeup today, says so looking at Berta's entire body even though he is so beautiful.

"It was originally the dynasty before the infidel invasion that monopolized scarlet as precious. I draw the blood of that genealogy, but the nobility of the continental centre is darker. The kings and queens of the previous dynasty must have looked more like you or Louis than I did."

I was never aware of that, but if you ask me, I am. It was a little surprising in itself that Harold cared about it.

Berta imagined the future a little. The figure of his son Louis, who grows up like Harold today and stands as king. Louis, who has grown a little bigger and has a solid nose, often resembles Harold, but strongly reflects Petra elements in his skeleton and pigments.

So, Berta, you deserve that outfit.

"Your Majesty looks good too. As a royal contemporary who has been ruled over this country for a long time and has worn scarlet clothes only in those years"

He also just laughed with a rare look, as Berta's words seemed a little unexpected.

From now on, he and I will stand before the people.

It's almost the first time I've stood completely as a couple, no matter what I've lined up for in official events as Louis' biological mother.

The exaltations before the festival and the clandestine tensions dominated the venue. It's like wanting to leave quickly, on the other hand, we need to have a little more conversation. If you're lost, Harold opens his mouth again.

"... Berta. You're the queen of this country from now on."

"Yes, Your Majesty"

"As my queen, will you see the same view as me from now on?"

"Come on, it's"

Turns out he's arranging words as analogy stories, but Berta thought about the meaning of the words.

Even if Harold and I became husband and wife, she is neither the princess of the prestigious nobility of the continental centre nor the queen of this country. A southern daughter, a queen, and most importantly, Berta.

"You're a different person, so let's also see a different view. I don't know if I need to see the exact same thing because I'm going to be a couple."

"Is that what this is all about?

We need to discuss ourselves, and as he said the other night, he listens closely to Berta.

"The world from my eyes will surely also be of service to His Majesty. I am solely responsible for what I am, in my capacity as queen."

"It's Her Royal Highness the Tough Hand. What would you do if there was a conflict between me and the interests of what you carry?

"It's my job to do everything I can to make sure it doesn't happen."

Berta still doesn't know what it means to live together. I can't give up being really able to tell with him before I know it, so I'll also say something close to the real deal.

"I see."

Berta's response would not have been much what he intended, but Harold nodded eyes to eyes.

"I'll run out of hands, too. For you and Louis. And most importantly, for this country."

What does a man, king and husband of Berta, want from her in the future?

I want him to be what he wants, and at the same time, I want him to, like, change what Berta wants. Berta no longer doubted that we would be irreplaceable, influencing each other's lives.

"Well, shall I come with you?"

Berta did not hesitate to take the hand he extended.