Chapter 2
“Even if you don’t feel like going, you don’t have to. Sister, staying in a monastery under the Pope is so boring.”
The young prince, with a composed face, spoke gently to her.
“I want to go, Persian.”
Eleven-year-old Marian’s eyes sparkled like dewdrops, her face reflecting a beautiful and innocent smile admired by many.
“The Pope himself chose me.”
“…….”
“You must have found God’s will in me.”
Though politically entangled, most children saw the opportunity to study at God’s Cradle as an honor. To serve God closely, to deliver His words—Pope Dominic’s authority had been high in the past, but his reputation was unmatched.
Under Pope Dominic, the spiritual authority of the Papal See reached its peak, making it difficult for even a mighty imperial princess to reject the offer. Moreover, Marian had no intention of refusing. She had always been eager to hear God’s words, and the chance to listen to the teachings of the preacher Pope was something she did not want to miss.
“I look forward to seeing a more mature Princess.”
“Take care of yourself. Eat well, move well, and sleep well. Health comes first,” he reminded her, free of restrictions, as if it were a precious lesson for her.
“A bit fragile in appearance, yet gentle like a wildflower,” her affectionate emperor, alongside a tender empress, bid her farewell directly. Standing next to the empress, Persian locked eyes with her firmly.
“You need to return quickly, sister.”
Although they said she need not go, she knew the truth behind their reluctance to part. Over the night, the young boy seemed to gather his emotions, and instead of showing sadness or longing, he maintained a composed demeanor.
“Persian will make a fine emperor. I will pray for you every day.”
Marian embraced her brother, whispering into his ear. Knowing that she would no longer see him whenever she wished, a single tear glimmered in his youthful gaze.
“Yes.”
Marian stepped back, glancing at those waiting for her.
“Safe travels, Princess. The Emperor and Empress will ensure you are well cared for.”
A vivid gerbera flower, as alluring as a honeybee enticed by its vibrant petals, bloomed before her. The young woman with such a resplendent appearance smiled with narrowed eyes, standing a few steps behind the imperial family with her opulent gown rivaling even the empress.
Beatrix Winka, daughter of Count Winka, who rose from serving as a maid-in-waiting to the emperor’s mistress. The daughter of the rising noble family of Count Winka, her influence rivaled the established aristocracy, causing endless whispers and tension. Her ascent threatened to destabilize the fragile balance between old nobility and new nobility.
Marian sighed inwardly, seeing the inevitable conflicts looming around Beatrix Winka’s presence. Why couldn’t people just get along? Why must they fight for more?
Having witnessed her gentle mother’s tears repeatedly blotting a handkerchief, Marian found it difficult to view Beatrix Winka favorably. Swallowing her resentment, she simply lowered her gaze slightly. Beatrix Winka smiled faintly, unbothered by her neutral reaction.
As her carriage began to depart from the imperial palace, her heart mirrored the spirited steps of the strong, proud horses pulling her forward. Her journey to God’s Cradle was filled with both excitement and anticipation.
The Pope was there, but more importantly…
“David!”
“Princess.”
It was because of her beloved boy.
Upon arriving at God’s Cradle, the familiar face waiting for her made Marian push aside her nurse’s objections and run straight to him, seizing his hand. The tall boy, who had warmly greeted her with a bright smile, flushed at the overly familiar gesture.
“You’re holding my hand in front of everyone. Didn’t I tell you it would harm my reputation?”
Even if spoken seriously, who would take it to heart?
Foolish David.
Marian chuckled softly, sticking out her tongue at her childhood friend, who seemed intent on correcting her with his serious demeanor, acting as if guiding her onto the proper path was his duty simply because he was older.
“Princess.”
David narrowed his grey eyes at her, warning her that sticking out her tongue was not something a princess should do.
“Seriously, David, are you my nanny or my brother?”
“I’m just your childhood friend who likes you very much.”
“…….”
The boy, much more mature for his age, casually said, causing Marian to widen her eyes in surprise.
“Like? You like me?”
“Yes. So, please allow me a bit of advice.”
He grasped her hand tightly and smiled playfully. His cold, piercing gaze narrowed, and his lips curved mischievously, leaving an imprint on the young girl’s heart like a bright red seal.
Marian, with a flushed face, couldn’t say a word. The thought that coming to God’s Cradle had been the right decision filled her mind completely. She silently muttered that it wasn’t just because of David—she also wanted to hear the Pope’s words, and she yearned for spiritual growth in a place filled with devout followers of God. Yet, no one would hear her excuse.
God knows my heart. And so, she quietly surrendered her thoughts to God.
