A small hand offered a single flower to Fania. The little purple flowers bloomed at their feet, almost like weeds, but they were very pretty. Faniaâs face was aglow at the thought of a gift from his young son, who was still too young to speak.
âYouâre giving it to Mother?â
âYa-ya!â
Spotting the flowers blooming at his feet, Faniaâs son, with his diapered round bottom on the ground, did his best to pick the little flowers with his still clumsy hands.
âTony, thank you!â
Fania received the flowers from his young son and picked him up in his arms. His son, almost two years old, was growing up fast and was bigger than average. It was a bit of a challenge for the slender Fania. But as a mother, he had to hold on to his child, even though he would stagger. The wet nurse and the guard knights around him were on edge, but they held their ground and looked on.
Anthony Gaizinaley Frialist. Thatâs the name of Faniaâs and Alfredâs adopted son. He had been raised by Fania and Alfred since he was less than a month old. As far as Fania and Alfred were concerned, he was nothing more than their own son. Their darling little boy.
When Giana, the Kingâs fourth wife, became pregnant, her depression became much more severe. As the eldest daughter of a Margrave from the remote region, life in the inner palace was very difficult for Giana. Nevertheless, the life and human relations in the rear palace were not what had been tormenting her.
At the time of her arrival at the Inner Palace, Princess Consort Jane was still there, and she took great care of the young Giana, looking after her in every way. His Majesty also did not discriminate against his side consorts, treating them as equals.
It was simply an unbearable longing for the land of her birth.
For Giana, life in the palace was stifling; she had always lived an unrestricted life, riding her horse across the vastness of the land and under the open sky. As the eldest daughter of a Margrave, it was decided from the time of her birth that she would be taken to the Inner Palace, and it was natural for a daughter of a noble family to live for the sake of her country and her family. She also had a child with His Majesty, and in the course of seven years she was blessed with two princesses.
Still, Giana never lost her desire to return to the remote region.
On the contrary, that feeling became stronger day by day. Even His Majesty, who was not very attentive to his surroundings, noticed that Giana was becoming less and less lively and more and more depressed (also thanks to the comment made by the Inner Palace management officer). His Majesty spoke to the Margrave, and it was decided to return Giana to her native land.
Gianaâs daughters, being royalty, could not be taken with their mother to the remote region, but it was settled that the girls would be safe with their nannies and maids. It was a long way away, but that didnât mean they couldnât meet. His Majesty had also granted permission for her to come and see the girls at any time.
But while they were in preparation for her return there, they discovered that Giana was pregnant.
A new life was conceived in Gianaâs womb, but her heart was not filled with joy. Quite the opposite, she felt alienated from the child in her belly. She had been excited about going back to her native land, but she got held back for almost another year. She was tormented as much as she had been happy previously.
Nevertheless, she couldnât possibly scorn His Majestyâs child. Giana somehow managed to give birth to the child, but she did not even breastfeed the baby. As soon as she was recovered, Giana left the Inner Palace.
The child was a boy and was named Anthony by His Majesty. He was His Majestyâs eleventh child. Anthony was adopted by Fania and Alfred, who had been married for almost four years. Despite being a man, Fania became a âmotherâ.
âMam-ma, mmn, mnh.â
Anthony, in Faniaâs arms, reached out with a plump hand to pull Fania close to his face, wanting to kiss him on the cheek.
âWhoa!â
To begin with, he only somehow managed to carry the boy. When Anthony moved, his hold on the toddler became unstable. Anthony flapped his upper body around, not caring that Fania was still struggling to hold on. He was reaching for Faniaâs cheek, but it must be frustrating not to be able to do it.
âOh, no, Tony, donât move.â
At this rate, he was going to drop Anthony. As soon as he managed to hold on, he suddenly felt light in his arms.
âAl!â
Before he realized it, Alfred had come and carried Anthony off him.
âTony, donât make trouble for your mother.â
âPap-pa, mmn, mnh!â He wasnât happy to be carried by Alfred, and he hit Alfred with his peachy, firmer hands.
âTonyâs a real stickler for his mother.â
âIt canât be helped, Al is always busy with your official duties.â
Alfredâs mouth was grumbling, but the look in his eyes for Anthony was loving. Since his investiture, Alfred had become increasingly involved in the official duties. Although he appeared to be busy every day, he always cared for and cherished Fania and his son.
With his marriage to Alfred, Fania became a prince consort and he too, gradually had to take on more and more official and social duties. Although it was only a minor thing, it was a big hurdle for Fania, who until then had lived hidden away in the depths of the royal palace. Nevertheless, he managed to show the results of his consort training, which was imparted to him by his mother-in-law Jane.
âNooo, mam-ma!â Anthony stretched out his hands, wanting to go towards Fania.
âTony is sleepy?â Fania caressed Anthonyâs cheek and gave him a kiss.
Then, instead of taking the boy into his hold, he instructed the wet nurse to take the little boy to the baby bed. Anthony was a bit sleepy and a bit groggy, so the wet nurse took him in her arms and quietly took him away.
âFania, you wonât kiss me?â When Alfred pointed to his cheek and asked, Fania blushed.
âWhen did you become a baby?â Even as he complained, Fania put his face to Alfredâs cheek.
When Alfred stooped a little and turned his cheek, Fania put his lips not to his cheek, but to his ear, âIâll kiss you tonight in bed⊠Uwah, Al!â
The moment he heard Faniaâs words, Alfred picked him up. Alfred walked away with Fania in his arms.
âHey, Al, whatâs going on? Where are you going?â
âItâs Fania who said it, so straight to the bed we are.â
âI told you, tonightâŠâ
At Alâs blunt words, Fania pressed his face to Alfredâs chest to hide his reddened face. He was too embarrassed to look at the knights following behind them and at the civil servants who had given up on the situation, nor did he want to be seen.
In Alfredâs arms, Fania mused. I was reincarnated as a villain in a BL game and struggled and flailed but still couldnât go against the flow⊠And now I am able to be this happy. Iâm living a life with my dear Alfred, and I also have my beloved child. I am so glad to have met Alfred. Iâm so glad we could love each other. I was reincarnated as a villain in a BL game, and even though Iâve gone astray, Iâm happy. For that, Iâm so glad I was reincarnated as a villain.
Fania hid his red face in Alfredâs chest and savoured his happiness.