The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 28
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During such moments, to establish the mistress’s authority and ensure treatment as royalty, he needed to step forward and make it clear that the princess held a higher position than him.
‘Oh, well, this might actually be for the better.’
Rolling his eyes, Igmeyer soon lifted his lips.
This turn of events could be used to his advantage, especially with the guild leader Ulmsburg.
“The results ordered by the Madam should rightfully be taken to the Madam. Talk to the butler, arrange a date.”
“Understood.”
“And feel free to spread the news of today. It would be great if all the tanners knew how Fenrir’s leather was used.”
This was an obvious threat—a blatant threat to make the mistress’ excellent behavior widely known.
Ulmsburg, scratching the back of his head, chuckled in response.
“Yes, I’ll do that. Anyway, while you’re here, please take a look at this item. With the large amount of Fenrir leather, we were able to make about a hundred of them.”
“Does it have fire-resistant properties?”
“Yes. Of course, if thrown into a blazing inferno, it will eventually burn, but it should withstand most ordinary fires.”
Igmeyer and Jean each took a pair of the newly crafted leather gloves and examined them.
Since Ulmsburg personally worked on them, the quality of the gloves was impeccable.
Igmeyer naturally assumed that what Ulmsburg had brought was for him. However, a moment later, Ulmsburg gathered the pair without handing them over.
“What about mine? Didn’t you bring those for me?”
Igmeyer immediately displayed his discomfort.
However, Ulmsburg didn’t return the gloves right away.
“Yours was the first one I made. You see, it was already taken by the princess three days ago when she came by.”
“What?”
At the mention of having something separate, Igmeyer’s lips twitched.
“I should go and check with my wife.”
With the tasks mostly completed, the remaining matters could be dealt with tomorrow. The sun was already setting, signaling the end of the day.
Igmeyer, declaring his unofficial departure, rose from his seat in a hurry.
“Have dinner at the castle.”
“I appreciate your kindness, Your Grace. You seem in a hurry, please go ahead.”
“Indeed. Even if you are busy, don’t come looking for me.”
Watching Igmeyer’s brisk departure, Ulmsburg muttered to himself, ‘This is something…’
Frankly, those who were familiar with Igmeyer’s demeanor were confident that he would not welcome this forced marriage.
While the foreign princess wasn’t exactly popular, there were those who believed that they shouldn’t expect much from her and should not expect an heir.
But now that Ulmsburg had come to the castle, it seemed otherwise. To anyone, it was clear that he was a groom deeply in love with his new bride.
“Did our Grand Duke truly find his true match?”
Ulmsburg sneakily asked Jean.
Jean, who had a private friendship with Ulmsburg, replied, “Well… you can see for yourself, can’t you?”
“Hmm, true. It looks clear that the Grand Duke was infatuated.”
Ulmsburg recalled the noble who had come looking for him.
A composed expression, unwavering gaze, a confident attitude accompanied by arrogance.
In all of that, the air of being raised in a noble household was evident.
Moreover, how beautiful she was. On that day, the young men who witnessed the princess were all suffering from a severe case of infatuation.
“But really, the mistress of the North… prioritized the knights first. She hasn’t even made herself a coat.”
Muttering these words, Ulmsburg left the room.
In his mind, he was already figuring out how to relay this joyful news to the members of the guild. Perhaps starting with “Our Grand Duke has finally fallen head over heels!”
The ladies who admired the Grand Duke would likely fall ill, but… well, when Ulmsburg thought about it. If they had a chance to see the Madam in person, they’d probably all nod in agreement.
The Madam felt like someone from a completely different world.
* * *
When Igmeyer went to the room to find Amber, she was sound asleep. Lack of sleep at night meant compensating for it in the afternoon.
Blissfully unaware, Amber didn’t even feel the firm arm moving her.
‘Ah, it’s warm.’
The sweet scent of honey added to the bathwater tickled her nose gently.
Slightly conscious, Amber smiled faintly.
‘Why am I so sluggish…?’
As her hand slid smoothly, the sound of water in the bathroom came. Though not too hot, the temperature of the water was just to her liking.
‘A bathroom…?’
When did she come to the bathroom?
Fumbling through her memories, Amber slowly, very slowly, raised her eyelids. Then she heard a low laughter from behind.
“Did you sleep well, Princess?”
“…!”
For a moment, Amber was so surprised that she couldn’t even call out the man’s name.
“Why, why are you here…?”
In Shadroch, sharing the same bathtub was allowed only between those who loved and cherished each other deeply. In other words, it wasn’t something Igmeyer and she would do.
“You seemed exhausted.”
“…?”
“I feared you might die of fatigue.”
What kind of talk is that?
