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

Ever since my father told me to go into the backhouse when I was fifteen. Nina is here all the time.

Spend five years in my life changing from a girl to an adult woman.

Nina was one of the daughters sent as a female official from what is commonly known as the Petra faction in the north to the rear palace fairly early on.

Side chamber candidate not to be looked upon by His Majesty the King.

A grown up daughter who doesn't even know what a noble society is.

It was said a lot, but life in the rear palace wasn't as hard for her initially.

Previously, the Queen Marguerite was completely indifferent to Petra women. The likes of Nina and the others did not appear in her noble eyes.

It's no big deal how noisy the outfield is if even the queen bee at heart doesn't stare at you.

The Petra women had only to live without an extra sense of merit while spoiling and accepting the dictatorship of the righteous queen and the women officers under her command.

For Nina, that wasn't anything difficult.

Rather than that, she was fifteen years old and welcomed something called a life where she didn't have to do anything.

(I'd rather leave here and be married to some country lord!

The majority of marriages of noble daughters in these days are political tactics. And there are surprisingly few marriages of the right age.

Not to mention the fact that once in the rear palace, conditions fall, such as where Nina will be given, who has been counted as a side-room candidate though. At least by the time I'm here, there's nothing I can do to prove Nina's innocence.

I don't care if you die getting daughter-in-law somewhere in one country, as much as your parents and children - or as old and old as your grandparents.

That's about it, I wanted to be in the rear palace of Wang Capital, close by with my family and friends.

I was disturbed by various aspects and not looked at by anyone, and still I am only a woman official, and there is no way that actual chores come down from above.

The position of window woman was simply a vocation for her.

(... I want to be here forever already)

Day after day, no one gets mad at me if I kill my time reading or embroidering and liking it. Growing up spoiled in an economically rich emerging Earl family, she was a multitaster, and it was a happy thing for her to immerse herself in her hobby and spend endless hours.

Even my father, who sent Nina here, didn't seem to expect a good fight as a sideroom candidate. I have hardly even met His Majesty the First King.

- I told you first, Nina is nothing but His Majesty's arrangements or anything.

Although I have lived in the rear palace for five years, I even thought it suspicious if His Majesty recognized me as an individual.

Until that day, when he was summoned the other morning and gave his word to His Majesty immediately.

Inside the rear palace, until recently, the feelings were dazzling.

Berta Kasha, the daughter of a nobody from the south.

I thought she had come in with a special treatment called the Second Lady, and she fitted into the heart of this rear palace during the welcome.

Although the same Petra people, Nina doesn't really understand the South.

So when Berta Kasha, unlike the women like Nina, fell into a position that could be called "Her Royal Highness," she was amazed by the southern authority that made the royal family make that concession.

She was the one who took the position of dual marriage and stood on Marguerite's axis of conflict directly from the front, but unexpectedly very adult at first.

Instead, she seems to have initially persisted in her indulgence in a position to discourage and deflect the grievances of the Petra faction, which is fuelled by the Second Lady's input.

However, Berta Kasha suddenly changed her attitude until then after having a child.

She began to behave in such a disgusting manner that she did not even hate the conflict at times with Marguerite, the righteous queen who was the absolute mistress of this rear palace.

Protected by the great nickname for the prince he gave birth to.

That's how you stirred up the conflict, and you never contaminated your own hands, and you waited for the suicide bombing of the Queen and the conservatives.

"She's a good prescriber,... what a cunning woman"

Nina's "colleagues," those of the side-room candidates, were visibly rubbing against the strong Berta Kasha and struggling to be surrounded.

I couldn't understand them. Nina has always been afraid of that woman.

More simply, I hated Berta Kasha.

From the moment we meet, oh, there are occasionally people who vaguely feel incompatible with this guy for the rest of their lives.

"but kind of, smart, stupid person"

What she does and says, who is the biological mother of Prince Louis and who proceeded to pawn and finally reigned as queen the other day, everything is affirmed within this closed rear palace.

Berta Kasha always has a face backed by a strong sense of purpose and purpose. I don't know what noble will is hidden in that head.

"Because of this, how can you imitate what you like and carry in from yourself while being born in a position where you don't need to do anything?

Women just have to be protected, and politics, money making, and rushing, let men do it to each other.

If she were in as good a position as she is, she would just be loved by Her Majesty to have children and raise them, and those who descend would live in peace without even being in her sight, as Marguerite the Queen did.

I suspect that Nina's fate, which she wanted to rot in the rear palace like this, was suddenly suspicious of the clouds because of that woman, in fact. of her hating waste.

- I don't want to! No. I want to be here the whole time. Please, let me stay in the backyard like this!

Nina was somewhat aware.

Being familiar with closed rear palace living from the girl's hour and being poisoned without knowing the common sense of the outside world.

That I have a sweeter idea than my daughters of the same age and can't get out of the muddy temporary euthanasia.

But who made Nina such a daughter?

Father who made him minister without giving him the education he deserved as daughter of the Count family and left him alone until he was this age.

At the time, there was no such thing as the right to refuse orders from my father.

I tell myself that I had no choice but to be an incompetent daughter as my father told me, and now I tell myself to do my duty, which I was born into a noble house.

If nothing was done, Nina, in haste and confusion, abandoned herself in a predicament that could have driven her out of this rear palace to her father, to Her Majesty.

She chooses the means closest to the worst of all nuisances: running directly to Berta Kasha, as she specializes in the center of the enemy formation.

Anything was good. I just wanted to pay off one arrow against the irrationality around me.

It was impatient to be treated like a pawn who was just being flushed and unwilling.

Nothing, she has a secret love affair with His Majesty the King. It's not that kind of nasty assumption.

However, I was interested in the strength of the position of the King's sideroom.

If we can get to the strong position of side chamber, we may be able to maintain a casual life in the tame unrealistic rear palace.

It was like the only, sweet, fun delusion for Nina.

In an inspection of a town called Vawela, Nina has not been concerned since she was stuffed by Berta Kasha on the first day.

No more on the boulder, no more if she notices me for work.

Somehow Berta Kasha's intoxicating eye spill has held her first as a samurai, but if she cares about it, she will be twisted with one hand, such as Nina.

Nina, who thought so, did her job as a queen's companion with great diligence.

In the end, however, Berta Kasha did not take any action with regard to Nina while in Vauera.

She had a busy enough schedule to give you just watching, and probably not where Nina's opponents are, she usually forgets.

(What is it? I lost my job.)

Pretending to be unable to do anything until now, I was throwing my approximate job at a samurai like that Isalia who makes me breeze seniors, but this inspection also left Isalia out of the M.O.

I may be more isolated in Berta Kasha's palace than I am now when I return.

In the carriage back to Wangdu.

All the maids with queens packed in one carriage were silent.

I'm sure if there wasn't a leftover like Nina, they'd enjoy going home, even with a casual chat. Nina made an expression that she didn't care and hid her uncomfortable with her gaze only out the window.

To Nina like that, all of a sudden Isalia has spoken without even touching on it.

"Berta will take Nina on the next visit to Mesaro."

Surprised by what has been spoken to itself, and the content is slightly depressing, nodding back a little late.

"Ah, yes. Really?"

"I'll leave a message next time. Berta is angry because it didn't work out for you. I'm sorry to bother you."

The name came up and Nina made her shoulder bounce off reflexively.

Is it true? Berta Kasha is tough, but is she going to count the extent of this to Isalia's lapse?

"... it's not Isalia's fault."

When I reluctantly comforted myself, wondering what to say, Isalia looked reluctant to suffer from eclampsia.

"Isn't that obvious? Do you think that's your dialogue?

"No, I'm sorry"

(You're so angry...)

Nina looked up at Isalia's complexion as she grew smaller. She looked like she was angry or nothing, but she didn't do anything like ask the other servants on board to consent to that anger, or join together and blame Nina.

"Hmm. My next caregiver will be tougher than me and others. Be prepared."

She threw up a throwaway dialogue that borrowed someone's authority in great seriousness, then turned around and looked serious.

"... so do as much work as you can on your own, as you did properly in Vawela"

When Nina is having trouble responding, her other colleagues look the same as Isalia.

"That's right, Mr. Nina. Because if you work hard, no one will blame you."

"It is Berta's intention to accept you favourably, so don't leave me alone."

The same face they have. Nina is unfamiliar with something like one common sense of purpose.

They do their utmost to make sure that Nina can't be rubbed by any human being, rather than by what Nina does.

The unity even felt like some sort of intoxication.