Men gathered with men and women gathered with women. No one carelessly approached where the King and the Duke of Taran were discussing serious matters with foreign delegations.

Lucia was together with the Queen and other high-ranking n.o.blewomen. She stood beside the Queen and other people stood around them. Presently, Lucia was almost at the same level as the Queen.

Lucia happened to be the only attending wife among the wives of the Duke and Marquis(Gong) Families that belonged to the royal party. The Duke of Ramis' d.u.c.h.ess had already pa.s.sed away, Marchioness Philip was absent due to mourning her mother-in-law and Marchioness DeKhan was absent for health reasons.

'Marchioness DeKhan will soon pa.s.s away.' (Lucia)

In her dream, Sofia had married the bereaved Marquis of DeKhan. Lucia didn't know who would become the wife of Marquis Dekhan in this lifetime.

As she appropriately replied to the women chattering around her, Lucia occasionally searched for her husband with her eyes.

'My husband.'

That das.h.i.+ng man was her husband. Of all the people in the venue, he was by far the best. His imposing presence did not fade even when he was with the King. Even in her dream, his presence was obviously overwhelming.

As Lucia took continuous sips of her c.o.c.ktail, her mood grew lighter. She couldn't tell if it was because of tipsiness or because she was drunk on the atmosphere.

She laughed with the group at silly jokes, spoke at appropriate times and sometimes, glanced in his direction. The fun of peeking at him was quite interesting. A considerable amount of women kept glancing at him. She wanted to brag to them that he was her man.

On one hand, she was proud but on the other hand, she was annoyed. She wanted to say something childish like 'don't look at him, he'll wear out'.

'Ah. That woman has big b.r.e.a.s.t.s.'

The outfits of the capital's n.o.blewomen were definitely more daring than the northern's n.o.blewomen. A dress that openly revealed the cleavage was so common that people had become numb to it. It wasn't even thought of as risque. One could often catch the sight of a beauty with thin waist and big b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Lucia's eyes kept going towards women's chests. She acted like she wasn't looking but she kept looking. All the women she saw in her dream had big b.r.e.a.s.t.s.  And it was plain as day that Hugo liked busty women.

'What do you have to eat to get it that big?'

Lucia wanted to ask. And she took a glance at her outfit. The dress itself was quite gorgeous, but the style was gentle. Even though the back was exposed, it couldn't be seen from the front so it didn't appear risque.

Lucia had no complaint about the dress. It suited her well. But she was a bit envious of the self-confident women who confidently showed off their body.

Lucia turned her head again and payed attention to the women's conversation. Even if she wasn't focused on them, she had to show that she was listening to a certain degree.

Hugo let the boring talks flow out through one ear and from time to time, he was monitoring her. As he watched her take in a few gla.s.ses of c.o.c.ktail, he was worried that she would get drunk. And the moment she turned around, his face fell and his insides went up in flames.

'What. Is. That.'

Her immaculate back was clearly visible. Because all this time, he had been watching her frin the front, he had been unable to look over the dress carefully. Who would have thought that the back would be like that? He was content with Antoine's dresses because they were different from the usual dresses that revealed the cleavage. But he didn't know that he would be stabbed in the back like this.

'I'll fire her.'

Hugo ground his teeth. The designer had to be changed. He had given her so much money but did that woman actually cut out the back to save on material cost?!

Steam rose from his head. He wanted to shout for all the men in the hall to fix their eyes to the floor. He barely managed to regain his composure and called over a servant.

“Get me a shawl. One that can cover a n.o.ble lady's shoulders.”

Although it was an unexpected request, the servant obeyed and ran off to look for a shawl that would cover a n.o.ble lady's shoulders, from who knows where.

'Delicious.'

The c.o.c.ktail was to Lucia's taste. She picked up a new gla.s.s again.

“Oh my…”

The people around her suddenly exclaimed. Lucia began to turn her head and felt a soft shawl cover her shoulders. Then an arm reached out and took the gla.s.s of c.o.c.ktail in her hand.

“I think you've drank enough, my wife.”

A little while ago, he was some distance away but at some point, he had gotten behind her. Lucia was taken aback and stared at him blankly. He took her empty hand and placed a gla.s.s of orange juice in it.

Lucia protested with her eyes. As if flaunting to her, he gulped down the c.o.c.ktail he took from her in one swoop. As Lucia watched his moving Adam's apple, the thought rose in her mind that she wanted to kiss him there and she was startled at her thought.

'I must be drunk.'

Just like he said, she seemed to have really had too much to drink.

“This is…”

Lucia fiddled with the shawl. It was a blue shawl didn't suit her pink dress at all.

“It seems cold so hold onto that.” (Hugo)

Today's weather was closer to warm than cold. Lucia wanted to ask why but there were people around so she silently adjusted the shawl. Hugo stepped back to confirm that the half of her back was now covered and was pleased.

“Did you go looking for your wife because you couldn't wait?”

Kwiz spoke cheerfully and approached them. Kwiz had been watching the Duke of Taran who couldn't take his eyes off the d.u.c.h.ess. Even though Kwiz had witnessed it, he couldn't believe it. A group of people came along, following Kwiz.

The women naturally went to their respective husbands and the group became a group of married couples. The people who wanted to be in this group stood around them, forming a wider circle.

The men lost interest in their current topic and the women who were engaging in small, nonsensical talk went quiet. The men began to discuss mostly about politics and foreign affairs. Lucia was not very interested in this kind of talk. They were talking about a distant country.

Lucia endured her boredom and glanced at him. He was not that involved in the conversation but somehow, when people wanted to hear his opinion and he opened his mouth, they all focused on him.

When someone in the group brought up a subject, there would be some debate on the subject. His wait-and-see manner had no intention of b.u.t.ting in, and the heat of the atmosphere only rose to the point where no deterrent was needed. Even so, it was quite dull to Lucia.

Maybe the alcohol was getting to her because she was getting a little hot. She wanted to take off the shawl so she tapped the back of his hand lightly. When his gaze moved to her, she gestured to take off the shawl. He frowned slightly and shook his head.

'But it's hot.'

Why couldn't she take it off? She felt sullen but when she saw a busty woman pa.s.s by, her playfulness soared. She tapped the back of his hand again and signalled with her eyes that she wanted to say something.

He lowered himself and whispered in her ear.

“What?”

Lucia brought her head to his ear and whispered to him.

“You like busty beauties, right?”

Hugo took a good look at her then spoke in her ear again.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“Men are all like that.”

“Don't listen to those women who say nonsense all the time.”

Hugo thought she had heard something strange from the n.o.blewomen.

'Get rid of that confidence that I'm not one of the women speaking nonsense.' (1)

Lucia pursed her lips slightly. Even though she didn't enjoy gossiping, it was secretly quite fun. As long as it wasn't slandering another, it was an enjoyable pastime when there was nothing to talk about and time would pa.s.s by without notice. When a n.o.blewoman with the gift of eloquence laid it on the crowd and the laughing and chatting began, a few hours could easily pa.s.s by.

“I heard that all the women you have been with are busty beauties.”

Lucia hadn't really heard that. There was no one around her with a liver big enough to drive a wedge between them. She had gotten information about his past women from Jerome and among those women, there was no one in particular that bothered her. Most of them were women that couldn't even come close to her as the d.u.c.h.ess.

Lucia did not care about his real past women. Rather, his future lovers that she saw in the dream was more vivid in her memory so she cared more about them. It might be because she was envious of the beauty and confidence of the women that accompanied the Duke of Taran. Even the d.u.c.h.ess she saw in her dream was not a beauty, but her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were big.

Lucia was slightly intoxicated so her mood was a bit higher than usual. She got a little annoyed and was able to do something bold like teasing him.

His red eyes shook intensely. Lucia was rather surprised and widened her eyes. He was fl.u.s.tered. The man who seemed like he would be calm even if the sky collapsed was shaken. Lucia found that amazing and interesting. She pulled on his arm making him lower his body then she whispered in his ear again.

“Don't tell me it's really true?”

The sight of him stunned made her chuckle a little. And she could see a variety of complicated emotions whirling around in his eyes. It seemed like he was angry but he was showing bewilderment and disbelief which was rare and precious.

'Oh my goodness. How cute.'

The big man was adorable. He was showing this expression to her alone. Her heart was tickled and she couldn't help but laugh.

Hugo's eyes narrowed as he watched his fearless wife who dared to tease him. He lowered his head to her ear and gently bit her ear. She looked at him with surprise and her face gradually grew red-hot. Hugo was satisfied with her reaction and calmly lifted his head again.

'T…T…This crazy–. He seriously…'

Lucia stared at his unconcerned shameless face with disbelief.

'How could you do that here!'

Lucia turned away and swallowed her scream.

The people around had very strange expressions and alternated glances between the ducal couple. It was rare for the n.o.bility who strove for expression control to reveal explicit emotions in a public venue. But they were all showing very excited expressions. Lucia did not think beforehand that her act of exchanging whispers with him would attract people's attention. She had been slightly excited because of the alcohol.

Lucia was embarra.s.sed and her face felt like it was on fire. She had to first escape from here. Lucia tried to get away quickly but his hand was faster as he caught her waist and pulled her in.

“Where are you going, my wife?”

He placed his lips close to her ears and spoke huskily. Lucia struggled to get out of his arms.

“It is rude to ask that of a lady. Please let me go.”

The corner of his lips raised in a smile.

'No! Don't do it!'

For some reason, Lucia felt a bad foreboding and cried out inwardly but his lips had already descended on her lips before pulled away. There were gasps from here and there, something could be heard falling to the ground and the sound of something cracking in succession could be heard. (2)

Lucia didn't have the courage to look around and as soon as he loosened his hold on her waist, she rooted her eyes to the floor and ran away. Indeed, it was apparent to any who saw that she was running away.

Translator's Corner:

Belonged to the royal party: Royalists basically. These families support the crown aka Kwiz. These people have been mentioned briefly in Chapter 58[part 1].

Marchioness: This should be quite obvious but the wife of a Marquis is a Marchioness.

t.i.tle ranking so far: Duke > Marquis > Count > Baron. Therefore: d.u.c.h.ess > Marchioness > Countess > Baroness.

Risque: s.e.xually suggestive, indecent… google it.