Beth warmly welcomed Lucia into the Queenâs Palace. They briefly greeted each other then Lucia asked about Princess Selena, the new princess.
Princess Selena was to be turning one year old in a couple of days. It was widely known that the King would be holding a huge party in celebration of her first birthday.
Unlike the moderate display of affection he showed to his sons, the King coddled his only daughter. Everybody knew how much he cherished his daughter.
âThe princess is already getting into trouble, unlike a girl, it makes me worried.â
âYouâre worrying too much. I heard that when they are a child, they have to cause a little trouble to grow up healthy. I was quite the tomboy when I was a child.â
âOh my, you, Duchess? It doesnât seem like that at all. But I feel slightly relieved after hearing what you said, Duchess.â
The dishes were placed on the table one by one. Braised rabbit liver in wine was served as an appetizer.
Lucia put a piece of the meat in her mouth, chewed, and her back broke out in cold sweat. The aroma of wine and rabbit liver mixed with the distinct smell of blood made her stomach churn.
Even though it was not a dish that she would usually enjoy eating, it wasnât something that she couldnât eat. She forced herself to eat a bite and rinsed her mouth with juice.
The sweet juice that she usually liked felt too sweet to her. She wanted to drink something sourer. She thought to herself that when she got home she would have a glass of lemon juice. Upon recalling the sour lemon flavor, her appetite returned.
She took a spoonful of the soup that was served after and knit her brows. The smell of onions, unique to onion soup, was nauseating. It had been several days since she ate onion soup because she had asked her servants not to serve it to her as of late.
It wasnât to extent that she couldnât force herself to eat but Lucia could only manage to take three to four more scoops before she placed down her spoon. She picked up the juice, gulping it down to wash away the onion taste in her mouth.
The main course was steak covered with truffles. It seemed that the Queen had paid a lot of attention to the dishes since fine cuisine that Lucia didnât normally eat were served.
Even without putting it in her mouth, the unique smell of the truffles made her feel sick to her stomach.
Lucia endured and ate the steak while drinking juice again. Her hand was busy from start to finish, hurriedly filling up her empty glass of juice. After drinking three glasses of juice, Lucia drank water.
Beth, who was watching Lucia carefully, asked a handmaid to bring some soft bread. Lucia looked at Beth as the maid brought the white bread to her side.
She expressed her thanks to Beth, who was smiling, then she took the bread and bit into it. Thankfully enough, she was able to eat it without any irritation.
After the meal, simple snacks and tea were brought in. It wasnât flower tea which had a strong smell, but a delicate and crispy tea made by boiling the roasted grains.
Lucia took a sip of the tea and felt her stomach calming down.
âI enjoy drinking this tea when my stomach feels uncomfortable. I donât know if it suits Duchessâ tastes as well.â
âIt is very delicious.â
Lucia hesitated for a moment then she asked.
âMay I know how to make this tea?â
Beth laughed.
âOf course. I will tell you how to make it and bring some prepared ones for you to take back home with you. That said, it seems Duchess has good news.â
âPardon?â
âIn the early stage of pregnancy, the smell of food you usually have no problem eating arenât the most pleasant. I suffered a lot because my symptoms were more on the unusual side. I survived on only bread and tea for a while.â
When she saw Lucia staring at her in a expression that said she didnât understand, Beth exclaimed in surprised.
âOh my goodness, you donât seem to know yet. Well, it makes sense. Duchess is young, and it is your first child, so you might not know.â
Lucia finally understood what the Queen was talking about. And at the same time, she felt perplexed.
âNo. Thatâs not possible.â
âDid the doctor say youâre not pregnant?â
âNo butâŠâ
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âDonât change the topic. If I get treated and you keep coming into my bedroom, what would you do if I get pregnant? Thatâs what I want to know.â
âIf so, it wouldnât be my child.â
He spat out those words without hesitation and then realized his mistake after the fact.