âEven if I introduce Ethan, there is no problem with Jonathanâs status.â
âIâm just trying to get personal connections with the princess and the Imperial Family.â
âI am ashamed to carry my face! Have you thought about what it would be like to have to smile in front of people with the child my husband has with another woman?â
âYou like Ethan, too.â
âEthan, he is beautiful. Iâm going crazy because he is beautiful. But only thatâs it.â
The Duchess was disgusted. When Ethan first joined the Duke, of course, she didnât like it. But the little child knew how to melt the Duchessâs heart. She couldnât help but love his pretty face and his friendly, polite manner of speaking.
Ethan was not shy, he was proud, and he knew where he was.
In addition, he was smart, so he understood the Duchessâ words from an early age.
Sometimes she wished Ethan was her child.
But in the end, Ethan is another womanâs son.
âMadamâŠâ
âThen you wanted me to wear that pretty boy as an accessory? The son of the woman with whom my husband cheated is very beautiful. I guess thatâs why there was an affair. Ha-ha?â
When the Duke of Bronte tried to convince her, the Duchess opened her eyes and sarcastically sneered at him.
âIf you take Ethan to society, itâs obvious whatâs going to happen. Iâm sure Ethan will be loved by people.â
But at the same time, it will be at the center of the rumor. Since Ethan is smarter and more handsome than Jonathan, everyone will inflate the rumors by comparing him to Jonathan.
The duchessâs son is worse than the bar girlâs son.
âItâs the perfect prey for gossip lovers!â
This had to be opposed not only by the Duchess herself but also by Jonathan and Ethan. There is no need to let the sons get caught up in a scandal and light a fire that is already bad.
But the Duke of Bronte did not give up.
âI know, I know I am ashamed too. Still, the princess is looking good! Then other people donât careâ!â
At that moment, Duke Bronte stopped talking at the sound of the door. In the cold silence that followed, the duke and his wife looked back at the same time, feeling ominous.
And beautiful silver hair and gold eyes reflected through the door.
âEh, EthanâŠ!â
The Duchess panicked and called out his name.
âOh, why didnât I know that it was the end of Ethanâs violin lesson!â
The Duchessâ heart sank. Meanwhile, the Duke approached the door to appease Ethan.
âEthan, you just misunderstoodâŠâ
But Ethan took a step back a little. And as soon as the Duke of Bronte grabbed the doorknob, Ethan fled from the spot to the room.
âEthan!â
Ethan didnât answer his fatherâs call and just ran down the hallway and disappeared. The Duke of Bronte looked at the Duchess.
âYou are so bad!â
âIt is because of you! Why did you suddenly bring up such a thingâŠ!â
âAnyway, Iâll take care of Ethan, so you must know that!â
The Duke let go of the threat and walked out of the Duchessâ room with a nervous gait.
He headed straight to Ethanâs room. Ethanâs door was tightly shut. The Duke could open any door in this mansion, but he was afraid to open this door. He stood in front of Ethanâs door and cleared his throat once.
âEthan, are you in there?â
The Duke of Bronte asked, knocking cautiously.
Ethan, who would normally have answered his fatherâs call, did not answer. The quiet silence made the Duke even more anxious
The Duke wet his tense lips and opened his mouth again.
âI said that earlier because I was too emotional. itâs not the truth. When we were fighting, the words came out harshly for no reason.â
The Duke said to Ethan at the door. There was still no answer from inside.
âEthan, father apologizes. Actually, I plan to introduce you to people. As my son.â
The duke groaned and confessed at the door. He became anxious and worried that Ethan might be crying from the inside.
âEthanâŠEthan?â
At that moment, the Duke called Ethanâs name several times and was contemplating whether to force the door open or not.
Finally, the doorknob moved. The door opened with a squeak, making a careful sound. And the Duke of Bronte saw.
An angel with golden eyes shed tears. The appearance of tearing pearl-like tears from her clear eyes as if she were swarming.
âOh, Ethan!â
The Duke of Bronte felt like his heart was breaking and hugged Ethan. Ethan cried silently in the Dukeâs arms and spoke with a low voice.
âAre you ashamed of me, Dad?â
âNo, Ethan. Iâm never ashamed of you.â
âIf thereâs anything to be ashamed of, itâs me, not this kid.â
The Duke of Bronte thought.
âIs it my fault that my mother was a lowly person?â
âNo, Ethan. absolutely not. You did nothing wrong.â
âThen why do you keep hiding me? Why are you two fighting over me?â
Ethan asked the Duke of Bronte with disbelief.
âItâs been several years since I was brought to the dukeâs family, but my father had never officially introduced me to people, so I had to live alone.â
A being who hesitates to say his name in front of guests.
âThe times when I had to doubt if the word âI love youâ was real love.â
Tears falling from his cheeks, heavier than a block of iron, fell on the Duke of Bronteâs heart, making his chest heavy.
âIâm not hiding you, Ethan. I promise Iâm taking you to the Countess Duncanâs salon this month.â
The Duke of Bronte hugged him and said. If it was the Countessâs salon, it was a place where nobles from around the area would gather and socialize.
Especially this month, there was a party held twice a year, so the size of the gathering was bigger. Besides, Princess Dorothea was also invited.
âI will formally introduce you to people as my son.â
âReally?â
âYes. You are now a full-fledged Bronte.â
The Duke said to Ethan.
Ethanâs tears slowly stopped at that. The Duke was able to put down his heavy heart when he saw Ethan who stopped crying.
âAnd donât take our words too seriously today. As I was talking, I made a mistake because my words went out emotionally again. It was like spitting in each otherâs facesâŠâ
âI know, Father.â
At Duke Bronteâs lengthy excuse, Ethan stopped crying and nodded.
âYou two really care about me.â
Conversely, at Ethanâs words, which seemed to soothe the duke, one side of his chest simmered. A child who grew up too early is more mature than an adult. To the Duke, Ethan was a sore finger.
âYeah, thatâs good. Well, letâs get a new pair of clothes on before we go to the salon. You have to greet people in fancy, fancy clothes.â
When the Duke of Bronte laughed, Ethan nodded and smiled faintly. The smile that spread across her tear-soaked cheeks shook the Duke of Bronteâs heart.
âOh, what sin have we committed to this beautiful and kind child!â
Guilt penetrated deep into the Duke of Bronteâs heart.
âI love you, Ethan.â
With a sorry and sinful heart, said the Duke of Bronte.
* * *
âWowâŠ!â
As Dorothea put on the dress and stood in front of the mirror, Joy and Po opened their mouths in admiration. Seeing Dorothea dressed a little more decorated than usual, they couldnât take their eyes off her as if they were watching something strange.
Blue dress with lace. sky blue ribbon. shiny necklace. A little bigger than usual and colorful earrings.
âPrincess! Very pretty!â
âYou always say I am pretty.â
âRight. Because the princess is pretty every day.â
Poe nodded as Joy smiled, revealing his teeth.
I felt a little better because of them.
âBecause praise is dangerous.â
There was a time when I thought I was okay with my looks, but at some point, peopleâs compliments started to sound like lies.
Maybe it was after I wasnât loved by Theon. No matter how prettier I was, he didnât look after me, so there was only an ugly woman in the mirror who couldnât be loved.
Therefore, the words of those who whisper that I am pretty were always like the whispers of disloyalty.
However⊠Joy and Po are not that kinds of person
âI guess itâs because I treat them well.â
I think their praise might be a reward for living a good life.
âIâm going out for a while today, so both of you take it easy. If anything happens, tell Clara right away.â
âWhere are you going?â
âSalon.â
The Salonâs social gatherings are held periodically by Countess Duncan.
I rarely attend social gatherings, but at least twice a year I need to show my face as a courtesy.
Especially this month, Countess Duncan had sent an invitation to me, saying that she had put a lot of effort into preparing the party.
Countess Duncan used to sing as a hobby, and she was going to present a new song at this party.
âSocial gatherings are tiringâŠâ
I, who doesnât have good memories of social gatherings, didnât want to go there today.
However, if I decline the invitation as a princess, there will be other things like the princess despising the Countess or the Imperial Family trying to abandon the Countess.
If I want to live a good life, I have to at least do this. Because I canât live doing what I want to do.
âItâs a salon. Princess, you look like a real princess.â
âI was a princess from the beginning.â
âI am only regret.â
Even though I thought so, considering the lives of Joy and Po, I wondered if it was a blessing.
I patted the heads of the two of them once, then moved on.
The sound of shoes, a little louder than usual, climbed into the carriage across the garden. Stefan closed the door of the carriage and got on his horse. The Carriage departed with the sound of a whip.