âBecause I couldnât sleep due to nightmares, we often sleep together, and I canât eat spicy food well, so I eat it instead.â
âOh, Your Highness, you canât eat spicy food? I actually love spicy foodâŠâ
Sophia, who was listening to their conversation, asked curiously.
ââŠThat was when I was young.â
âYou still donât like it, Killian.â
âI donât dislike it either.â
Killian replied bluntly, setting down his wine glass.
Sophia wondered if Killianâs pride had been hurt, so she tried to comfort him.
âItâs okay. Not everyone likes spicy food.â
At least not here.
Sophiaâs words made Killianâs eyebrows slightly furrow and tilt inward.
ââŠI didnât say I disliked it.â
âYou said you donât like it.â
âI donât particularly like it either.â
As Sophia spoke, coincidentally, a servant placed a plate of chilli pickles in front of Sophia and Killian.
At the same time, the eyes of the three met.
âYou donât have to eat it.â
Sophia gently pulled the plate of chilli pickles towards herself.
âLady, then it seems like Killian should eat more. Itâs better to pretend not to know.â
Mikhail extended his hand jokingly.
There was a playful tone in his voice.
In the end, Killian picked up his fork and grabbed a piece of chilli pickle.
Without hesitation, he put the chilli piece in his mouth and confidently met the gaze of the two.
âIs it okay?â
âNo, you donât have to eat itâŠâ
I didnât actually tell him to eat it. Besides, how spicy can chilli pickles beâŠ
At that sight, Mikhail burst into laughter.
âKillian, youâve grown a lot.â
âBrotherâŠâ
âBut itâs true that youâve grown taller.â
Killian, who used to be much smaller than Mikhail, was now a few centimetres taller than him.
âAnd now that youâre engaged, youâll soon be getting married.â
Mikhail turned his gaze to Sophia.
His blue eyes lingered on Sophia for quite some time.
âNevertheless, it seems like Mother has found a really good match for you.â
Mikhail smiled mischievously as he looked at Sophia.
âI apologize for being presumptuous, but to be honest, I didnât understand why mother arranged the engagement between Sophia and Killian at first. But now I feel like I understand the deeper meaning behind it. Isnât that right, Killian?â
In response to Mikhailâs question, Killian remained silent and simply nodded his head.
It was a rather insincere agreement.
âBut, are you two thinking of getting married soon?â
âWait, marriage!?â
Sophia, who was picking at her salad, raised her head in surprise, creating a commotion.
Then Mikhail added, flustered in turn.
âOh, I thought you two were living together here, soâŠâ
Sophia knew what he was implying. He was concerned about the rumours that would circulate about unmarried men and women living together.
Living together as an unmarried couple was not easily accepted in this conservative society.
Sophia was grateful for his concern, but she hadnât discussed such matters yet.
HoweverâŠ
âMaybe we should consider it.â
âYesâŠ?â
Whatâs with the sudden remark? He didnât say a word about it before!
âIt might not be a bad idea to get married early, considering that we are already engaged.â
He casually sliced his steak as he spoke.
âI havenât even thought about thatâŠ!â
As soon as Sophia drew a sharp line, silence fell in the restaurant.
But Sophia actively tried to explain herself.
âI have some personal circumstances, so Iâm just staying here temporarily.â
If I stay quiet here, Iâll end up getting married just like that!
At that moment, Killian looked at her.
âThereâs no need to prolong the engagement, is there? Unless youâre considering âbreaking it offâ.â
His gaze was meaningful.
Bringing up the word âbreaking it offâ in the study earlier was indeed a landmine.
âOf course, I have no intention of breaking it off. Itâs just that Iâm not mentally prepared to become a married woman yet. Should I say itâs too suddenâŠ?â
His red eyes stared at her intensely, as if shooting lasers.
Sophia laughed and tried to lighten the mood by taking a sip of wine.
Thirsty, so thirsty.
âI donât know what the circumstances are, but once people find out, they will have something to say.â
Mikhail sincerely expressed his concern for the two of them.
To avoid any unconvincing kisses or strange romantic currents, she needs to keep her distance from Killian!
âI know. I donât plan on staying here for long either.â
Sophia replied nonchalantly.
At that moment, Killianâs knife, which was cutting a piece of cheese, stopped.
Sophia pretended not to notice Killianâs reaction and took another sip of wine, avoiding his gaze.
âWell then, thatâs a relief. Oh, by the way, since the incident at the palace when you fell into the pond, is your body okay now?â
Fortunately, Mikhail changed the subject, acting as the saviour.
âOf course. It was just wet clothes, nothing serious,â Sophia laughed.
âAfter that day, Her Majesty the Empress often mentioned Lady Sophia,â he continued.
âShe liked Lady a lot. She even said that Elizabeth had climbed onto Ladyâs lapâŠâ
Sophia nodded proudly in response to Mikhailâs words.
âElizabeth has never climbed onto my lap⊠I feel a bit disappointed.â
âNext time, Iâm not sure if he will treat me that well. That day was a bit special, after all.â (T/L: The cat is referred to as âheâ since it is a male.)
âThen letâs go see Elizabeth together next time. Iâm sure Her Majesty the Empress will welcome you as well.â
âThat would be an honour for me!â
Killian watched Sofia making plans with Mikhail and took a sip of wine.
âGoing to the palace together again?â
His expression turned somewhat cold, catching Mikhailâs attention.
âOf course, Killian will come too.â
âAh, yes!â
Sofia realised it belatedly and glanced at Killian.
She remembered that he disliked her going to the palace before.
Fortunately, Killian didnât make any sarcastic remarks this time.
From then on, Sophia and Mikhail continued their lively conversation.
Killian quietly drank his wine, observing the two of them.
Their conversation seemed to flow smoothly.
They discussed everything from music preferences to favourite flowers and the daily life of the cat, Elizabeth.
During their conversation, some stories about Sophia came up that Killian hadnât known before.
Come to think of it, they had never had such casual conversations before.
Unlike Killian, Mikhail skilfully led the conversation forward.
âDid I make a mistake by bringing Sophia hereâŠâ Kilian began to feel a slight sense of frustration.
He picked up his wine glass with a sense of uneasiness.
As he gradually sipped the alcohol, he realized that his glass was empty.
A servant behind him approached and refilled the glass with red wine.
Since he didnât drink while counting the number of glasses, Killian looked at the attendant as if being confirmed by the him. The attendant nodded.
âOh! Can you drink that much?â
ââŠIs three glasses a lot?â
âWell, not really, but it seems like a lot for the Grand DukeâŠâ
Sophia looked at him with a strangely puzzled expression.
âYouâre saying three glasses of wine are a lot for Kilian?â
At that, Mikhail shook his head in disbelief.
Killian was known to be quite skilled at drinking alcohol. Among the nobles, he was considered one of the heavy drinkers.
If it were Killian, he would need to drink not three glasses but three bottles to feel a little intoxicated.
âNo, thatâs not the problemâŠâ
Sophia murmured, tilting her head and gesturing subtly towards Killianâs waist.
âItâs not all healed yet!
Although it had been a few days, the wound on his waist was far from fully healed.
Isnât it common knowledge to avoid alcohol when youâre recovering from an injury?
However, Mikhail, unaware of this fact, innocently asked, âSophia, donât you like people who drink a lot?â
âYes?â
âBecause Killian doesnât seem to like drinking wine.â
âOh, yes. I guess I donât like a husband who comes in reeking of alcohol.â
It wasnât a lie.
Due to her father, who would become violent when he drank, Sophia didnât have positive feelings towards alcohol.
She didnât meddle with people who couldnât control themselves, butâŠ
In response, Killian quietly pushed his wine glass far away. Further than a jar of chilli pickles.
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Translator: HaileyFranchette. Read on moonlight novels only
The evening meal continued for over three hours.
Michael and Killian engaged in discussions about palace affairs and their duties. They also mentioned the recent incidents of noble deaths.
In the midst of it all, Sophia pretended not to know anything and focused diligently on her meal.
Especially when the topic of the culprit, known as the âBlack Moon,â injuring his waist and fleeing came up, she acted as if she knew nothing, skilfully cutting her lettuce into small pieces and nervously sipping her wine.
Fortunately, Killian noticed her discomfort and quickly changed the subject.
After that, only light and enjoyable stories that Sophia didnât need to pay much attention to were exchanged at the table.
And during the time when Killian and Michael were deeply engrossed in their conversationâŠ
âSophia.â
Killian called Sophia, who was resting her chin on her hand.