I lifted the corners of my lips slightly and said softly.

“Haven, if you don’t want to, I’ll reconsider bringing in a concubine.”

I reached out and stroke the back of his hand.

Edwin, who loves to touch, used to nod his head unconditionally to what I said as I stroked him. If this man and that child are of the same kind, this will work.2

“But instead, you must never leave my side and help me. All my life, by my side.”

The last words were spoken with greater emphasis.

It is difficult if the best-earned worker suddenly run away.

Haven looked at my hand resting on the back of his hand, and raised his head. His cheeks, which seemed pale as the northern duke, flushed red.3

“I…will, Your Majesty.”

See? I knew it would work.1

I smiled brightly, not hiding my satisfaction.

After letting out a cough, Haven grinned and his eyes sharpened.

Perhaps thanks to the smooth agreement through a conversation, Haven quickly adapted to life in the palace the next day.

He worked with me in the office in the morning and gave me free time in the afternoon after the meeting. I was worried that if I had already locked him up in the work grave, he would run away.

After the engagement ceremony, I promised to spend the whole day by myself. Even though I had his help only in the morning, I have a spare time.

I still had enough time for a cup of tea, but it seemed to be possible to have a more relaxed life if I organized the urgent work roughly.

Good. This is it.

This is how people live.

I felt sorry for Caleb, who couldn’t breathe properly between me and Haven, but from now on, he will be a little more comfortable.

I consoled Caleb from time to time by slipping through the contract with his sign and thumbprint.

Even if he can’t be a concubine, I won’t let him slip out of my hands.

The break between the bureaucracy meeting and aristocracy meeting is one day where I would relax over tea.

Edwin mixed something else again as the taste of the cake was strange.1

How can he use it when there are so many seasonal fruits? And in cake?

When I was tilting my head and wondering whether I should keep eating it, Cecil, the inspector general, came to see me.

“Cecil. Welcome.”

I set the teacup down and met her.

I remembered in my head when I sent her a letter of encouragement.

The time has come for the medicine to run out.

(T/N: Medicine refers to her encouragement.)1

Don’t tell me you’re going to retire.

Slowly raising his head, he said to me.

“Your Majesty, your greeting is a very speculative one.”

There’s another guy here with a weird look in his eyes.1

You’re crazy, you’re a crazy man.