Chapter 25
Lincia rubbed her wrist and spoke bluntly.
Normally, she might have rushed to explain before Harvich even asked, but right now, she wasnât in the mood.
She already knew that no matter what she told the man in front of her, he wouldnât believe it or listen.
âStrange, youâre not curious this time about what kind of conversation I had?â
Lincia mocked Harvich as she slipped off her shoes.
Her heels were raw and blistered from keeping up with his quick pace.
As she gently touched the wounds with her fingers, she lifted her head to look at Harvich.
âWell, I suppose it doesnât matter to you. You wouldnât believe anything anyway.â
âIs it trueâŠ?â
âWhat is?â
âThat the knight is the father of the child.â
After all that thought, the only thing he asked was thatâŠ
Lincia felt heat rise to her head.
He never believed a single word she had said, but he was ready to take this impulsive lie seriously. That made her furious.
â…Do you think itâs true?â
âWhy did you say such a thing?â
Lincia couldnât control her emotions.
Even though she knew yelling at Harvich wouldnât change anything, irritation kept surging up.
âWhy?
Isnât that the answer you wanted?
Last time, you wished Iâd said that, didnât you?
Did what you wanted suddenly change?â
ââŠâ
âSay it. Iâll listen.â
Harvichâs lips parted.
Then, with a sigh, he finally spoke.
ââŠIâm sorry.â
At Harvichâs quiet apology, something inside Lincia snapped.
âWhy do you keep apologizing to me?
Youâre not sorry.
Youâve never cared about me even once.â
Lincia couldnât stop her eyes from reddening and burst into tears.
Her chest felt heavy.
She wanted to ask why he was doing this to her.
Was there anything he wanted to gain by acting so gentle?
When he was troubled even by the fact that she loved him?
When he never believed a thing about her?
In the end, he would only ask that kind of questionâwhether the knight was the father of her child.
Why was he doing this to her?
It was confusing.
And the closeness they had now would vanish once the banquet ended.
They only saw each other often because they were living in the same space for now.
At the Grand Dukeâs estate, Harvich was always indifferent to Lincia.
Was it not cruel that this was the punishment for desiring just one night with the man she loved?
Harvichâs warm hand touched her face.
His hand trembled, as if unsure what to do with her tears.
His calloused fingers brushed gently against her eyes.
âI didnât mean to make you cry.â
Harvich slowly stroked her cheek.
Then he bent one knee, leveling his gaze with hers.
âThe reason I apologized to you isâŠâ
His red eyes, the ones she had loved, quietly held her.
âIf the knight is not the father of your child, then I realized too late that my earlier words must have wounded you.â
What on earth was he saying?
âI was wrong.â
Linciaâs lips parted soundlessly.
âNo matter how angry you are with me, you shouldnât say things like that. Others might overhear your voice.â
At his low words, Linciaâs tears stopped.
She didnât fully understand his actions.
But the tone of someone who seemed to genuinely care for her calmed her down.
He was always like this.
Even without loving her, he would offer sweet kindness that kept her from letting him go.
So cruel.
And she, stupid and foolish, was deceived every time.
Her love was always like this.
Wanting to be deceived, wanting to forgive his wrongs.
Even if people called her pathetic, she couldnât help it.
âCan you be alone for a while?â
Lincia answered with a nod.
Leaving her on the terrace, Harvich turned away.
He hadnât meant to interrogate her.
But he grasped again the hand Lincia had first reached for.
Her clenched fist still held warmth.
He planned to find Oberok.
He couldnât let anyone see her in tears.
Harvich quietly left the banquet hall.
The feast was in full swing, so the outer corridors were empty.
As he walked toward Oberokâs quarters, Tereo stopped him.
âYour Grace.â
The man was breathing heavily, as if heâd been searching for someone.
And Harvich had a bad feeling who that someone was.
âWhere have you left the Grand Duchess, walking around alone like this?â
Harvich gave the man a cold look, as if he had no right to ask.
âMy wifeâs whereabouts are none of your concern.â
He deliberately emphasized the word wife.
âIf you have something to say to my wife, say it to me. Iâll deliver it myself.â
Tereoâs brows furrowed tightly.
âI cannot say it to Your Grace.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause you are not of the North. One day youâll abandon our poor Princess.â
âYou spout nonsense. If I truly meant to abandon my wife, I would have ended this marriage long ago.â
âIs that so?â
âThen whatâs your intention with this talk?â
âThen youâre admitting that the wife you never abandoned, you let her live like a barren woman for two years?â
At the word barren, Harvichâs mouth hardened.
âThe Emperor values even a sister who cannot bear children. A man like you should know that much, yetâŠâ
ââŠâ
âYet you didnât care whether your wife lived or died.â
ââŠHa.â
Harvich understood what kind of eyes Tereo used to look at Lincia.
Even if he hadnât wanted to know, the manâs emotions were obvious.
âYou canât trust the physicians of the North! Youâre all just waiting for the Grand Duchess to miscarry!â
Harvich had heard what the man had said during the luncheon.
His retainers had raged, saying it insulted the Northâs honor, but Harvichâs first feeling upon hearing it was, ironically, relief.
At least one of his suspicions had proven to be groundless.
Tereo had nothing to do with Lincia.
âAt the luncheon, you said something very interesting.â
ââŠâ
âBut strangely, I canât shake the thought that you are the one wishing for my wifeâs miscarriage.â
âThatâs impossible. I would neverâŠâ
Harvich didnât let him finish.
It wasnât worth hearing.
âIt seems youâve forgotten since you havenât attended to her for so long, so Iâll remind you.
My wifeâs body is frail.
Even after two years, she still hasnât adjusted to the Northâs climate.â
Harvich sneered.
âPregnancy may not be difficult. After all, Lincia and I are husband and wife.â
ââŠâ
âBut you seem to ignore the fact that pregnancy puts a heavy strain on a womanâs body.â
A woman received in place of compensation.
It wasnât that he hadnât wanted to take her.
After all, she had fallen into his hands.
He had never said it aloud, but Harvich thought Lincia was beautiful.
Even if he had taken her under the excuse of compensation, she wouldnât have refused him.
But despite those thoughts, he hadnât wanted to become a monster.
Harvich had checked the entry records of the main castle from the chief steward.
For the past year, he hadnât spent a single night in the main residence.
Linciaâs chambers were there.
Even after confirming that her words were an obvious lie, Harvich ordered Philip to falsify the records.
He didnât know why.
In the moment, it simply felt like he had to.
âSo, do you now believe pregnancy wouldnât be a burden on the Princessâs body?â