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

Outside, it was fine to be face-to-face in public during the day.

Berta was able to have a seat at his table every now and again.

Berta still remembers the day she first came to this royal palace when she would attend a discussion where her subordinates would gather at the royal palace on the table.

I met Harold face-to-face as Kasha's daughter from far down, and from the initial relationship I came here, I came a long way.

Most importantly, the venue had a rather easy-going taste, even among the same thrones, in a conference venue that apparently gathered only close proximity to kings like today.

Harold is beside Berta, with a cheek wand on his throne twisted and not particularly concerned about the human eye, in his thoughts. That was probably his everyday face on the table.

The agenda was about the next transition capital.

The big job of making massive moves from capital to capital is still at the meeting stage.

"I'm fine. The transitional capital itself is a story that has existed several times since the days of His Majesty the former King, and I do not disagree."

In addition to Berta, one other woman had been called to this conference on transitional capital.

Her Royal Highness the Queen Wang, who has lived in the Royal Palace for a long time and whose life is directly involved in the relocation of the Royal Palace.

In her usual mourning, she lays down her remarks unmindfully with the exact same smile as when attending a tea party between your ladies.

"Old-fashioned short body anyway. I don't care where you decide, but listen to the queen."

Queen Wang recently called Berta just a queen in public. Just that it would pass to be Berta when it comes to the contemporary queen.

"The Queen is going to spend a long time in her new capital. As the royal mistress and daughter of the southern powerful Kasha, great discretion should be granted."

"Now, Mother, I would like to ask you to speak to that effect in the context of Parliament, where the next transitional capital proposal will play out."

Harold agreed without even turning his gaze to the seat of Queen Wang in particular.

"Yes."

Berta hasn't figured it out from the spirit of today's side meeting in the first place, so she's been listening in silence.

She has a slight sense of alienation in the queen's seat as she attends the meeting with a degree of awareness that she just came because she was called.

But when I saw the atmosphere, which seemed easier than I had imagined, there was somewhat of a guess.

There doesn't seem to be any aristocrats meeting here who are conservative factions or emerging factions, and it's probably a more practical meeting of spectrum bills in the first place.

"While partly incorporating Berta's discretion, we basically proceed in the form of a request to the Queen to attend inspections and congresses on relocation"

"In form, it's not. I'm telling you to take the queen's decision too."

"Yeah. That's, of course"

Queen Wang still puts her shoulders in Berta, no different than when Berta was isolated in the royal palace.

Rather, since Berta began to hold what seemed to be power as a queen, the momentum for her addition seems to be increasing.

But if Berta's position asks me if I can raise my hands and welcome it, that was a delicate issue.

"What does the queen think?

Queen Wang seems a little irritated by Harold's careless reply. Suddenly he was told the story, and Berta was gibberish. I didn't want to join the story if I could.

Everyone in this royal palace knows, but Queen Wang and Harold are not actually blood-connected mothers and children.

(There's no mistake that you two are close.)

Still, Harold calls her Mother, and she actually treats her with all due respect. It would only be if it was a cheap relationship to be able to say pompous.

But Berta hasn't stepped on the number of places as a daughter-in-law, and she hasn't fully understood their relationship, enough to read the context out of the flow of conversation between mother and son.

In short, I don't want to get caught up in the parents' and children's arguments, and I don't know what position Queen Wang or Harold expect from Berta.

"There is no difference in attendance at Parliament or accompanying inspections"

Answering the inevitable, Berta finally complained to herself about the overwhelming lack of information in the first place.

"However, I would like you to explain to me the proposed cities and regions that are being lifted to Transition Capital, or give me some information later."

Regarding this, Harold, who apparently wanted to cut up the mouth from Queen Wang, called his side name early.

"Sergio"

"Ha, I will give you an overview as you cross the border."

In the end, he was to be briefed by Sergio on the cities and regions that were being held up as candidates for the new capital, their brief advantages, etc.

"Detailed materials will be delivered to Her Highness's Palace later."

I'll tell the lady to take it.

Sergio's decision to stop the explanations in moderation is correct, as we cannot stop the proceedings from proceeding for Berta alone on this occasion.

(To be honest, Your Majesty should turn this information around before you call me to this meeting place, right? I should have at least heard the spirit beforehand)

"Harold, to be honest, there should have been more explanation for her in advance than just getting the queen into a meeting like this."

Queen Wang spoke directly from the front of what Berta thought but didn't say, quieting the place back down.

"Until now, if Marguerite didn't show up in the political arena, or even if she did, just because I had to let her say 'yes' in a decorative vote,"

Her only voice sounds between the thrones like she has no intention of loathing anything.

"Be careful from next time. Tell me anything you don't understand, my queen."

The flow of conversation, led by Queen Wang Tai, could no longer be changed, and both Harold and Berta received her vaguely indicating their consent.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Since then, there have been several meetings on transitional capitals, and Berta was basically asked to attend.

When it came to talking about actual candidate sites and the dates of inspections, Queen Wang was no longer called to many meetings, so naturally only Berta was the female attendee.

Assuming Harold had sisters or royal women in close proximity to his immediate lineage, it might have been different again, but of course all the officials and nobles who support the practical aspects are men.

Nor was there at all a house for women to inherit the title in this day and age, but it is still limited to limited opportunities.

She was quite used to those surroundings.

From the time I was in the south, the head of the house was a man if not so much, and when Berta moved as Kasha's maiden, the majority of those in service were men.

Berta of course grasps that it is actually very rare for a woman to be in the field of practice in this day and age.

Berta, on the other hand, was in that rare position in many places in her life.

This was true when I spent time as the Führer Princess at home, and in the end I have been asked to behave as a member of one of the few royal families, almost fitting in as a full wife even before I was married.

So far, though I can't gauge how far the royal family intends to give Queen Berta practical authority.

At least Harold seemed passive about the development of his own wife intervening in politics.

Rather than that, Harold simply doesn't have that idea yet.

His previous wife, Marguerite, had not shown any interest in doing so. Harold is accustomed to such a "queen" attitude and seems to treat him as an asylum being.

(For some reason, Her Majesty is more angry with you than I am.)

Nevertheless, Berta is also unwilling to come together and make a blind eye to Harold's every move. Yeah, I feel like the way I cut in is a craftsman I can do it because I'm a mother and child for years.

First, Berta still hadn't grasped the inside of her fiancée enough to say front-cut to give her authority.