âRashta, my daughter.â Rashta shuddered as she compared her childhood father to the man before her.
The man was not a father like Sovieshu. He called Rashta sweetly, but he didnât love her, he didnât mistreat her, but he didnât take care of her either.
The man always had an excuse for Rashta. âBecause of our status, I canât take care of you.â
He was a very carefree man in that sense. He didnât even remember her birthday, and sometimes confused her name.
âYouâve grown up well. Youâve become a great person.â
âEven a stranger could say that.â
Rashta looked at the man coldly and asked,
âWhy have you come?â
The man put on a sad expression.
âWhy did I come? I came because I heard about my daughter, Rashta. I heard that my daughter was doing well, so naturally I wanted to find her.â
âWhy didnât you think to find your daughter when she was suffering?â
âOh.. youâre angry.â
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and approached with open arms.
Rashta turned to the side to avoid him. She felt nauseous. She wanted this man to take care of her before, but now she didnât even want him to touch her.
âGo away! Go away and donât appear in front of me again. For me you ceased to exist from the day you left me. Itâs better for me not to have you. Donât cling to my ankles and go away.â
Rashta glared at him. She didnât say it thinking that he would really leave. He had come to ask for something, he wouldnât obediently leave after being insulted.
Still, the reason she said this was in case he made a difficult request. She wanted to make him feel at least a little guilt for blackmailing his own daughter. If he felt guilty, he probably wouldnât come back.
The manâs eyes widened. He was taken aback that Rashta, who had always longed for affection, had coldly scorned him.
âAre you very angry with your father, my daughter?â
When Rashta was about to leave the drawing room without answering, the man hurriedly said,
âRashta. Do you know a man who is very tall and handsome?â
âThere are so many men like that.â
âHis hair is a mix of brown and blond. His eyes are green. He gives the impression of being very strong. Ah, he wore his coat over his shoulders.â
Immediately, the image of Duke Elgy came to Rashtaâs mind and frowned. âHe talks about Duke Elgy? If so, why is he suddenly mentioning Duke Elgy?â
The man smiled broadly.
âHe told me how to meet you.â
âWhat?â
âAlthough I accepted his help, he didnât seem to have good intentions. Iâm your father, your real father. I had to tell you.â
Rashta smiled forcedly. âWhat the hell is he saying?â
Duke Elgy cared for her better than her real father, who never gave her a bit of love.
âDid Duke Elgy give him any information? Still, didnât he come to blackmail the daughter he abandoned?â
Rashta didnât bother to refute him, just went into her bedroom and closed the door.
âRashta. Rashta.â
The man hurried after her and knocked on the door. After knocking several times on the bedroom door, Rashta came back out and looked at him with disdain.
âHavenât you left yet?â
âIâm sorry, Rashta. If itâs someone you like, I shouldnât have said anything.â
When one is in love it is natural to turn a blind eye.
The man realized that Rashta was in love with that nobleman. So no matter what he said, she wouldnât believe him.
As soon as he came to that conclusion, rather than speak ill of the terrifying nobleman, the man smiled and went to the point.
âRashta, actually⌠these days have been hard for your father. I hope my daughter can help me.â
The man cared more about profit than revenge. He would have liked his daughter to deal with that nobleman for him, but his true interests came first.
âWhat kind of help? Money?â
âYes. Uh⌠your father wants to set up a trade team.â
âHow much do you need?â
âGood things happen when one has a good child.â
The man smiled happily and said the amount.
While she was glad that the amount was less than she had expected, she was annoyed by her fatherâs false words. Rashta eventually realized something strange.
âHow? Trade team?â
Rashta had been a slave because her father had been. Her father had become a slave because he had committed a scam.
Normally, if one committed a crime punishable by life imprisonment as a commoner, one and oneâs family received the punishment of becoming slaves, and even if one did not commit a crime of such magnitude, one could become a slave for a term.
The âtermâ here was not a question of time, but of money.
In general, those who received this type of punishment the most were those who were convicted for money matters. Those sentenced to be slaves for a term, could only be released from slavery immediately if a certain amount of money was collected, one part was returned to the victims and the other part was paid as a fine to the state.
This was the case with Rashtaâs father. And as far as Rashta knew, slaves could not set up a trade team.
Rashtaâs father answered casually,
âYour father worked hard to raise the money to be freed from slavery.â
Rashta looked at the man in astonishment. How could he say that so calmly?
âAnd me? What about me?â
Rashta asked angrily.
âI became a slave because of you, but you abandoned me so you could be a commoner? How could you do that?â
Although she was now the empress, she still felt uncomfortable because of the slave certificate. If it were not for that certificate, her situation would have been much better.
Of course, Rashta could have been officially freed when she became a concubine, but then everyone would have found out that she had been a slave, so Sovieshu chose to create a false image of her, despite not having destroyed the slave certificate.
Had she been freed from slavery before she became a concubine, none of this would have bothered her.
âHow could he do that? Did he raise the money to free himself from slavery alone?â
âAh, obviously I also thought of freeing you.â
Her father smiled awkwardly and made up what happened,
âBut when I went to see you, I found out you were dating Viscount Roteschuâs son and I assumed you had a good life, so I thought he would set you free. He certainly had a lot more money than I did.â
âAre you serious?â
âReally. I went to see you. I left when I heard you were well.â
âDonât lie! Did you leave when you knew I was well? No! You left because of a selfish decision.â
Rashta staggered as she screamed angrily. She almost fell over, but her real father didnât help her. He merely clicked his tongue instead.
âJeez, why do you have to yell.â
Rashta leaned back to regain her balance. After taking a deep breath in that state, She stared at her father and said firmly,
âI wonât give you a penny! If you really want to set up a trade team, thatâs your business! âRashta doesnât care!â
Her real father looked at Rashta with an expression of disbelief. Then he frowned and asked sternly,
âGosh, youâre a bad daughter. Is that the way to treat your father who saw you born and raised?â
âHow about you? Do you want to take money from your own daughter who was a slave because of you?â
âItâs all thanks to me that you became the Empress. You owe me that pretty face of yours. You donât know what reciprocity means⌠How ungrateful!â
Rashta was shocked to the point that she found it hard to breathe. How could such a person exist?
After speaking angrily, the man suddenly smiled and said,
âRashta, do you think Iâll stay calm if you throw me out like this? Iâm your father and itâs your duty to take care of me. If you abandon me, Iâll have no choice but to tell everyone what an ungrateful and bad daughter you are.â
***
As I cocked my head to the side, I could feel a burning gaze behind me. Ah, Heinley caught me digging into his past!
âMcKenna?â
âTake me with you!â I swallowed these last words.
âI forgot something.â
Then I tried to follow McKenna with quick steps as I strove to maintain the empressâ dignity.
âWhere are you going, My Queen?â
However, I was immediately stopped.
When I turned around awkwardly, Heinley looked at me with a mocking expression.
âI just remembered that I forgot something.â
At my excuse, Heinleyâs eyes widened, he reached over and stretched my cheeks.
âDonât be bold.â
I purposely tried to sound cold, but Heinley smiled casually.
âI learned something new about My Queen. You know what it is? When you are in an awkward position you are more cold and dignified.â
How did he notice that? It was a secret method I used to hide it.
Because I was in an awkward position, I showed a more determined expression. Heinley put his hands on my cheeks, kissed the tip of my nose three times and smiled.
âHow lovely. How beautiful. I love every time My Queen acts like this.â
When I avoided his gaze, he moved his body to make eye contact with me and when I lowered my gaze, he leaned in to look me in the eye.
Stop!
In that posture, Heinley quietly asked with a broad smile,
âMy Queen, what were you talking about with McKenna?â
âI just⌠wanted to know about your childhood.â
I confessed sincerely. Although I kept the intention behind it hidden.
No, he had heard it all, so why was he pretending not?
âI want to know more about you.â
When I answered again without revealing my intentions, Heinley smiled with even more narrowed eyes. He seemed to be in a good mood.
âYou lie.â
â!â
âMy Queen, you donât lose your elegance even by lying.â
Heinley pulled his hands away from my cheeks and straightened his back. Then, I looked him in the eyes. Could he be angry?
âAre you angry?â
When I asked carefully, Heinley shook his head.
âNo, itâs not that. Itâs just that Iâm embarrassed.â
âWhat embarrasses you?â
âI was a little naughty as a child. I didnât want My Queen to know about it.â
âIâll also tell you about my childhood. What do you think?â
âMy Queen seems to have grown up without causing any trouble, right?â
ââŚâ
âI knew it.â
Heinley chuckled as he rubbed his forehead against mine. Then he picked up a small portrait McKenna had left behind.
Heinley held up the portrait of himself with puffy cheeks as a child and looked at it with a smile.
In a way, he looked lovely. Heinleyâs motherâŚHeinleyâs mother, who ordered a portrait to be made of him whenever he caused trouble, probably thought the same.
Maybe thatâs why each of the portraits had been kept despite being a punishment?
As soon as I thought about this, I realized that I had worried unnecessarily until now. Whether it was a naughty child, or a quiet child, I would love my child. It made no sense to fear at this point.
âI think it would be nice to have twins.â
I muttered naturally.
Heinley, who was taking the portrait out of the picture frame, asked in surprise,
âWhat?â
âOne child who looks like you, and one who looks like me. I think it would be nice to have twins like that. Or to each have a bit of both of us?â
âMy QueenâŚâ
âAnd give me the portrait. Donât even think about destroying it.â
As soon as I raised my hand, Heinley handed it to me sullenly as in his childhood days.
I held Heinleyâs portrait tightly in my arms and smiled triumphantly.