Somehow, even his voice was perfect. My heart was pounding as if it was going to burst from the pleasant, low-pitched sound.
‘Was there a person like this among the men Zeusia brought?’
But no matter how much I searched through my memories, the man with pink hair was never even mentioned, let alone appeared.
He stroked my cheek affectionately and muttered something incomprehensible.
“It feels like a dream to be able to hold you like this. I’m sure God allowed a miracle.”
No, your face is more miraculous.
Instead of letting out my true feelings, I held my breath and stared at his face.
The man who lightly kissed the corner of my round eyes laughed as if he was going to cry.
It was a contradictory expression, but there was no other way to express the man’s smiling face.
“Thank you for being born, thank you for living. My lira.”
Lira?
Is that my name? But no one called me that.
Instead of answering my question, the man continued with his wet eyes.
“What can I say, my Lira looks more like her father than her mother.”
My…..father?
The man laughed quietly, rubbing his cheek gently against mine and whispering.
“Please grow up healthy. And, protect your mother.”
Dear Lira.
After hearing the unfamiliar name added once again, my eyes began to close.
‘Wait. Don’t put me on sleep. I don’t want to sleep yet…..’
But the newborn’s will was worth less than a handful of dust.
With a pat on my hand and a lullaby sung in a sweet voice, I quickly fell asleep.
Even though the moon has come, my baby’s eyes still shine like the sun.
Cover the darkness, close your eyes and color the sky with starlight.
Tomorrow morning will be brighter after you have a good dream.
We’ll meet again tomorrow.
It’s okay to meet you in your dreams.
Our beloved baby.
Hello Hello hello.
The sound of the song, full of affection, stayed with me until dawn.
As soon as the morning dawned, it dispersed like a mirage with the rising dawn.
***
Not being able to control yourself is more painful than you can imagine.
It’s even more terrible that the only way to communicate is through crying.
Over the past few years, I have come to understand why babies cry so desperately.
After going through the newborn baby period, she finally became a child.
I don’t know exactly how old i am as a child, but if a child can freely move their limbs, communicate verbally, and go to the bathroom on their own, they can easily be called a child.
Even I was pretty good at it all.
However, it was difficult to stick out too much, so I kept to a reasonable line.
A good and ordinary child with an obedient personality and a middle-of-the-road mind, nothing special, but no flaws.
I did my best to make it look just like that.
Fortunately or unfortunately, after their bloody first meeting, the emperor seemed to have completely lost interest in her daughter, who had been born with a stomachache.
I felt like she was so focused that she forgot my existence.
For the past six years, Zeusia’s only interest has been territorial expansion.
During her pregnancy, she was intent on thoroughly trampling on the neighboring countries that had touched the Eastern Empire, and achieved complete victory in several wars.
I have yet to hear any rumors that she has been capturing men from the regions she has conquered, but I know in the future the Red Bedroom will be full.
Anyway, I had a pretty eventful six years with the most outstanding woman on the continent as my mother.
In fact, even if I had the intelligence of an adult, I couldn’t remember all of my difficult past.
Because the mind was assimilated to the age of the body, there were limits to thinking like an adult.
But there were two incidents that I still remember clearly.
One was when the crazy emperor Zeusia swung her sword at me as a newborn, and the other was…
‘Protect your mother.’
A lullaby, no, it was my dad who came to visit me.
When I was about four years old, I asked Klein about a man with pink hair and double eyes.
I don’t know what happened between Zeusia and my dad, but I thought it was unnecessary and I was going to ask her to send me to where my dad was.
It was natural that i wanted to live with a handsome and kind-looking father rather than a crazy mother who told me to kill her when i grew up.
However, Klein’s reaction upon hearing My opinion about my father.
“Have you met him? Where and how?”
“I didn’t see him in person, I saw him in a dream. Hmm, maybe it was a dream.”
“……Was he this person?”
Klein took out a piece of paper that appeared to be part of a portrait from her shabby safe and showed it to me.
I couldn’t capture all the shocking beauty I saw at that time, but the man in the picture was my father.
“that’s right! He said he was my dad. Is he really my dad? What’s my dad’s name?”
“How on earth did this happen…?”
Klein looked surprised at my answer and explained the man’s name and title in a bitter voice.
My father’s name is Calliope Dilohim.
He was a margrave who guarded the westernmost border, and was said to be a knight so outstanding that he was called the sword of the Eastern Empire.
‘A radiant and handsome man who would be at the mercy of even the Grand Duke of the North and the Duke of Obsession. But now with force.’
You may be wondering if I’m talking about my father, but I can assure you that Calliope’s beauty was difficult to describe even with all the adjectives in the world.
It was not possible to know whether Zeusia and Calliope were truly in love because it was outside the original work.
However, considering that I was born to two people, it was clear that Calliope received special treatment in her own way.
Although he was a person with a fairly significant position, why was Calliope’s name not even mentioned in the original work?
‘Me too.’
“It is taboo to mention Dilohim name in the imperial palace…..Because Her Majesty really doesn’t like him.”
“Why? Did my father do something wrong?”
“…..I’ll have a chance to tell you someday.”
The problem is that not only Klein, but even Senya, who likes to chat, didn’t answer questions about Calliope.
He is the only man who blessed my birth.
If possible, I wanted to listen to the request left by my father, whose life or death was unknown, to protect my mother.
But my mother is none other than Zeusia.
‘I’m sorry, but instead of protecting my mother, the moment I catch her eye, I will be on an express train to the underworld.’
My nose is three feet long, and honestly, I was in no position to ask anyone for favors.
‘Because the female lead is nine years old, three years older than me……In the next eight years, Zeusia will conquer the Western Empire.’
『The Mad Emperor’s Red Bedroom』 opens with Zeusia capturing the border of the Western Empire she was confronting and dragging Cinnamon, the stepbrother of the noblewoman there, Sinope, into her harem.
There was one goal in my life that I set when I was 25 hours old.
Before the original story begins, i will break off ties with the imperial palace and escapes safely.
In other words, i will be leaving here within the next eight years.
‘For a successful exile and a long, long life, i must continue to prepare thoroughly.’
As I looked out the window and pondered my plans, I was facing the second time in my life that a child should not make.
“Baby, your birthday cake has arrived. Come down quickly!”
“I’m coming down now!”
Klein, who raised me, was a kind and good person.
She and her assistant, Senya, were a bit rude, but she had a warm heart.
‘It’s a bit too much for you to call me ‘baby’ even though i’m six years old…’
They won’t be able to help it either.
The emperor didn’t give me a name, nor did he officially announce the birth of her princess.
Therefore, there was no proper title to call me other than ‘baby’.
“Baby, you are more lovely today. Is it because you’re already six years old?”
“I want you to call me Lira, not baby.”
Klein smiled bitterly at the playful retort.
“If you wait a little longer, Her Majesty will give you a pretty name.”
…..I am sure she will.
• ❁ • ❁ • ❁ •By Esraa• ❁ • ❁ • ❁ •
